Its been years, not one day when for a second I felt that something is missing in my life. Struggled a lot over years but never could reach 100% satisfaction. But things don't normally stay the way they are. The incident and human I am about to reveal to you is real and such kinda people exist on this planet.
I was on my way from kanpur to jhansi after a fairly tiring weekend and was near to exhaustion. It was late night and my patience towards life and god was nearly getting exhausted. Finally managed to find a train and a seat which belonged to someone else. A family comprising of mom dad and their teenage child were seated near me. Things changed suddenly when I asked the lad to help me lift the seat since someone wanted to sleep and his dad replied immediately - He can't. I looked for a second in agony but then understood the lad's hand was missing. I kept quite and helped the fellow passenger to his seat. His dad was fairly quick to reply me back with a sorry and said his kid lost his hand in a railway accident. The situation became intense as I looked at the lad seriously, fair in colour, seemed to be aggressive from the way he spoke, right hand broken and left hand semi-paralysed. He lost his hand when standing on the door with station inches to approach, the train gave a jerk when he fell off and his right hand came off while his left hand was badly bruised. But he was not the guy I would have thought off.
From being a theist to becoming an atheist (so called you may say), this guy never looked low on his energy. Apart from the day he was admitted, he never took an anesthesia while getting his stitches done or for relocating the iron bars planted inside his left hand. Consuming 8 bottles of blood, he was never unconscious after his accident. In complete senses, he knew all what happened to him after the accident. The doctors were scared of him and wardboys and nurses use to run looking at the pathetic condition of his body state. The real question is what kept him alive after a near to fatal accident and most importantly energetic more than an other human I knew in my life? What was he teaching me or trying to convey? A 17 year old lad who was almost near to death looked more enthusiastic than I was ever in life?
It was his will to live, not only to live but to live it up to his best. A reply to every question and an ability to fight his current state, he stood second in his 2nd year with a writer and without studying a bit. The simplest aspect was he accepted life as it is but never gave up. He fought this condition and his will power to be big in life, to not been scared or shattered for what happened to him and living upto the fullest thinking about how future can be better was commendable. The real question of putting this post is if a 17 year old can show this kinda courage in the most disastrous condition is - If he can then why can't I? Why can't anyone who is reading this post live a life without much complaints? I guess we need to change the way we look at life, try being optimistic than just keep complaining about the happenings in life. A guy who lost both his hands asking me what is the line he should decide ahead so that he can research. I mean can we really try and live like this for a moment in life. Try living a day rather than giving up. Girlfriend left you, failed in exam, feeling miserable, being ditched or bitched by friends and want to commit suicide for all these reasons? Maybe you should try giving life another chance. Maybe you should try manipulating your life according to the results you get, according to instances coz future is a blank book and is yet to be lived. Giving up is not a way but fighting hard is. This lad changed my thinking in a million ways, now would back this guy up till he reaches the IIMA levels, he is tailor made for such institutions. I hope God supports me in making this poor lad (poor in finances) achieve something which I could only dream off.
A request to all readers to pray so that our efforts in saving the lad's hand meet success. A gem in making but it will take years till I polish this lad to perfection.
Tuesday, 27 January 2015
A miracle in the making...
Sunday, 18 January 2015
Government job - was it a good choice???
2 It's a quite confusing and sarcastic question, especially in a country where corruption stands to be an integral part of the working of the system, or atleast it is considered so. It's tuff to put pen to paper in this case especially when you are a part of the system, more importantly when you are a part of Central government. Not that I am only proud of the job that I am currently in but it also speaks a lot about my drastic change in views from looking at the system to being a party of the system.
The simplest way to summarize how I looked at the system is how the world currently looks at me. The day my friends came to know about my government job, out goes a well known reply - "Upar ki kamai kitni hai bhai..." or "Teri to life set hai boss, 2 3 saal mein to gadi bangla hoga..." I was not much different before joining government, a government employee is well known to eat money than to do work. Well why not, well I quote it when I have seen all government officers dealing with public not ready to work till their pockets are full. The day I knew I would be a part of the then known system to me, I was sure enough to make a change to it. But it's said that things come to you in the most unexpected form.
Well I wont quote of what happens with government officers who deal with public but my case was a bit different. A central government post was supposed to be less worthy in terms of money earning as compared to state government jobs. It was still a wonder to many that what was the real reason for me to give off a 12 lakh IT package and join a sector which was lesser in terms of money, rather lesser than half my package. Reaching a senior sectional engineer's post in an early age of 26, I was told by many that I reached a saturation already in railways since the distance of the Valley between the most important post in the working chain to the officer's level was huge and clearing it was near to impossible. A stream of demoralisation lectures from our seniors and others working in sector, the journey in first few months was a mammoth mountain to climb, the mountain of frustration and mountain of saturation.
But I knew God was with me in this and he would always have a reason to let me here. I started with my shifts and my visits, it was never as easy as one would have probably thought of, rather it was the vice versa case. From measuring millimeters to measuring different preset parameters, it required huge patience and knowledge. Irrespective of the working conditions let it be -5 degree Celsius in jammu tavi pit line or 60 degree burning agra deserted yard, the work stayed the same, the difficulty stayed the same. There where no Sundays, holidays were like a dream come true, rather there were double shifts on public holidays and the tension always use to creep up because of scarcity of staff and unbearable working conditions. The only thing which could probably keep me driving was the inner voice to keep serving the people till I probably can. Thanks to my job, the dream was properly satisfied.
If you ask me why we studied millimeters then my on job answer would be if the difference between 2 wheels is 1603 mm instead of 1602 mm then the train will derail. A check of 96 such wheel sets in n a train rake to perfection and then gurantee by your signature that the train will move safely speaks about the pressure we have when we sign that every sheet which is a permission for a train to run. Checking of air brakes which stand to be the heart of the train's proper running stood utmost critical and difficult to monitor, a difference of few kg/cm could actually be the reason for loss of 1000s of lives; safety of whom depends on one single sign, a sign which we make trusting a staff which is mostly unemployed but none the less so skilled that they can probably beat a highly learned mechanical engineer on field. Trust is what we rely on and my Juniors and subordinates are up to maintaining it. It's tuff no doubt, but it's never impossible.
Coming to the money part, let me clarify that we don't deal directly with public, we only strive as hard as possible in our pits so that every single train and every single bogie is fit to run. Money? I doubt we do ever see anything apart from our salaries and even if we do, I doubt it's never more than a thali's cost at a shetty's restaurent in mumbai. We don't sign contracts we sign fitness certificates, we are doctors and our patients are trains, they don't pay us, they don't praise us, they just look at us and we do understand what is wrong with them. We don't sign tenders, we just demand the material we need so that our patients are well treated with the medicine they need. If you would ask me for the scope for the so called 'Upari' paisa then I may quote that there is none. For the ones looking to make quick money, mechanical department of railways is not your cup of tea.
The simple question to a guy like me is why this job then when you could have made millions elsewhere? The simple answer is that by God's grace money was never a concern in my life, he gave me enough to spend my life properly. It takes real courage to sign that small piece of paper, you are responsible for over 1000 lives and I would always like to deliver to that responsibility in the best and the fullest way. My family time stands importance and I have already ensured that my parents, my wife and my kids will never have that question in my life for not giving them time. A challenge is to get the work done and I am up to it. Striving hard in heat, wind or rain; in diwali, eid or christmas; on a Sunday, Independence day or Republic day; it all stays the same and you ride safely coz we work safely; can call it a hobby, there is no better way of serving the society for life with risk at its maximum but responsibility at it's best, no fame coz hardly anyone can see us, anyone knows who we are our what we do, but happy to be that silent worker to serve the masses for life, something which I asked God daily and he delivered efficiently. Last but not the least, not Government jobs are easy, not all government jobs are money earning, not all government jobs give you fame but for me and 1000s of supervisors across India, we are proud to serve you till we exist with satisfaction and responsibility.