life - my father told me

Life has never been a bed of roses all the way.
Sometimes the road has not smooth or
the wheel punctures along the way.
The world of ours has so many things to be revealed,
and this can be done efficiently with the help of
understanding companions.
Human bondage is more cherised in the
orient than elsewhere, and such a plus point has its advantages.
The less said the better- no pun intended.

My life at Nirma – Saukem, Porbandar ! ! !

Yes, the journey has been transcending and I hope it will continue to be so. Life here in Nirma is altogether different than what I used to live in Rajkot during fascinating college life. As an engeneeroid, I used to get so many chances to do so many things, cult-fest, tech-fest, sports events, submission tension, viva havocs, and practical nightmares, late night reading and chai-theplas (at shreeji on kalawad road and joker gathiya and thepla-suki bhaji at suryakant) & kharis, goof-ups, masti, kick-ups, booze parties and what not. Pumped-up parties, rock shows and garba nights in college had its own glamour and has an indelible footprints in my heart. I still cherish them. Listening to linkin park, nirvana, guns n roses, enigma, rasmus, and lots of such rocking music in my 2000 Watt music system. All this is passé now for me. Everything is vanished, everything, like college life enjoyment has come to an end. But then, it has to go in this way only.

Now I m a professional and have learned a lot and it certainly has made a lot of difference in the way I think and perceive things. My behaviour to wards my colleges(and my friends too), society and specially towards my family members has changed a lot.

The most important learning for me has been about how to live without the comfort that your parents provide you and how to deal with it. Initially, it was difficult but as time passed by we have to get over it. Yes, I still miss home and specially college life at Rajkot very much but then, who doesn’t.

The main problem here in Saukem is eatery. Food provided in the mess, on the company’s subsidy is something that a normal human being just can’t swallow. so myself, Chirag and Devendra have started Rameshbhai’s tiffin service. It’s nice, bit tasty and at least swallow-o-ble. The good, not the best thing about the tiffin service is, it provides wafers. And we all love it.

Working in company, Oops, the nightmare came true. Really, no doubt, I had always a reverie about, being an electrical engineer I will work in company and in fields for power transmission company. But after getting selected in campus in Nirma Chemicals, and specially after coming to Porbandar in Saukem, I met the reality. Working in shifts, and changing of it every week was like putting your leg every week in cow’s stool. Working in the factory arena is good, but the way we work over there is bit awkward. It’s altogether a different story. I have Tuesday as my weekly off, from every Wednesday, my shift changes, A shift- morning six to afternoon two, B-after noon two to night ten, And C-night ten to morning six. The bloodiest shift is morning one, and the creamy is C. as you might be knowing, engineers are owls. Right ? The only problem with C aka night shift is, mosquitoes. They bite us like hell. On hands, on ass, on legs and where not yaar.

But yes, this is a company and I’m the employee. I have to work and provide a solution of a fault using my technical skills. I’m a staff member, not a worker. I get a salary and not a wage. I have to be more mature, and more ethical and authentic in my behaviour. I can’t loose my temper; I can’t just have a fight with my colleague and shout at him in vulgar slang. Even at night, in wee hours, no matter how much harsh the condition is, I’ve to remain polite with my colleagues and workers.

To write about what I have felt and been through in these four and a half months (to be exact) will take many pages but I hope that my life at SauKem continues to be more and more knowledge-o-ble and full of life-time-experience.

Jalpa's Wedding

Past week had remained quite rustic and highly mobilized. Transporting myself from Porbandar to Rajkot to Veraval and again moving in the same loop twice was like a roller-coaster ride, one for Kankotri printing and secondly for Dharmistha’s wedding. Life just doesn’t come to a halt. What we need in life is a dynamic approach with a bit of routine touch so as to satiate ourselves. At least of a simple type, but then there should be a one.

inside the truck

Going to Rajkot from Porbandar for transferring whole residence goods to Veraval, so scrutinizing, packing and then loading everything onto a truck was a big mess. I just survived. And then traveling the same truck to Veraval was a night mare. I hardly survived those dumping roads. It doesn’t seem that a road bears holes, rather holes bear the road. After reaching Veraval, we need to do the reverse of what we did in Rajkot. Unpack, scrutinize and self it.

By the time, job in Porbandar was come calling and Jalpa’s marriage is around the corner. (on 12th of Dec in fact) So doing a day or two shifts in Porbandar I had to roll on to Rajkot for wedding card printing. So after having total three shifts in Porbandar I moved on to Rajkot.

Now those three days in Rajkot without vehicle and almost on the mercy of my friends, I somehow finished my work and was on my way home to Veraval. Doing Kankotri work and its printing was not that cumbersome as I had bit of past experience that of Vibration and such other college tech-fests. While my stay in Rajkot from 24th to 26th November, I thought of myself a lot. Walking down the mazes of Rajkot, almost for the first time ever in last six and a half years; only the thing, my eyes didn’t welled. And yeah, on the last day of my stay in Rajkot, Hetal called me. I denied. I shouted. I was on fire. I calm down. I called her back. I said can I come? And there I was on my way to her residence. Sitting at her residence with her and her mother was quite a respite for me. Rather a treat. And hey, by the way Hetal, that cold coffee was more of a banana juice than a coffee.

kankotri

I can’t forget the down to earth nature of some of my friends who helped me during my stay at Rajkot. I can’t forget Alpesh, Jotangia and Hansal for their support. If they weren’t my friend, I wouldn’t have gone to Rajkot, that’s for sure.

Kankotri – the wedding invitation card was a major load. And then, marriage venue, catering, transportation, flowers, puja stuffs and other lot myriad of things were on its way to be done. My job was: to do everything. To arrange all these things, what ever I’ve mentioned. Starting with invitation card.

mom n dad writing kankotri's to relatives

Life’s a continuum. Life takes a roller coaster ride, juxtaposing you like tiny tot of a bioscope, rolling over from one side to another. And onto that, being an engineer, one always (rather has to live) lives in one upon trance.

Mom always says for incantation. Reciting Gayatri Mantra definitely has magical effect. But then, I say back, mom you do it double. Half for me too, and it helps. My mom is too good. Oo…I got a call from dad. I have to go. Bye. Ciao. I’ll write later on.