The batch

THE BATCH 

A year had been passed since I have penned down a post on my blog. A complete block. Nothing was recollecting in my memory. I felt lost. 

I am bouncing back now and am taking you all once again to my memory lane.

This time the lane is towards my career.  

I,alongwith, my graduation, had appeared for the All India Staff Selection Examination, for a Govt. Job. This was as per the guidance of my dear husband. He was very passionate of me graduating and getting a Govt job. As luck would have it and also by the Grace of God I got selected in the examination and got a Govt. Job in Delhi.

My whole family was thrilled as well as sad at the same time. My Amma and Accha was sad since I was going far away to an unknown place. I was now a mother too, to a year old boy. The sorrow of separation was very much overwhelming.  In all these emotional scenario, my husband was the strongest, in control of emotions, and was guiding us to be practical, he asked us to think, the overall benefits,  a Govt. Job can give.

He wasn't a bit afraid of the hardships I and he might face in an unknown state. Thus with his undeterred  determination we decided to move ahead.

I came along with my Acchan, to Delhi, to join my duty, leaving behind my son, an year old little boy, and also my husband, who could possibly, join me, to this new place, only, if he gets a transfer. Thus both my husband and son stayed back in my maternal home.

Since it was the All India Staff Selection Examination, many candidates from different States too, had come over, to join the Govt Department. Thus a whole batch from Kerela, Tamilnadu, Andhra Pradesh, Uttarpradesh Kolkata were, there, to join their duties. We were a batch of 80 candidates. The lobby of the Government office, seemed to me as a College corridor, with all youngsters, who were nearly, at the age of just  21-22 only, with full aspirations. All, together, at one place, to become a govt. servant. We all introduced each other, as well as, were, also trying, to find our own comfort zones. I was the only one who was married and a mother too. Thus a slight hesitant behaviour of mumble jumble towards me was evident. They all weren't fully confident with local language and thus to have a fluent conversation with the officials was difficult for them. Since, I  had come from Kolkata I was well conversant with the Hindi language, the local language.  

I tried to figure out their language problems and tried to help them in regard to their appointment letters, joining letter, and their posting. A ray of hope of friendship bloomed and all slowly became close to me.

The HR officials confirmed our joining and also about a month long waiting period, for posting us to different offices. Thus we all had plenty of time in our hands, to explore the city and also to know each other well. All were in search of a place to stay. Girls and boys were rushing to find hostels. Me being married couldn't get a place in the Girls hostel. Thus I was in search for a rental accommodation.

In the meantime my father -in-law came as an aid to me and found out a distance relative with whom I can be accommodated till my husband's arrival and until we find a new rented house. Thus me and Acchan reached their place of stay with my baggage. They were really a good souls and with no further questions readily agreed to help me stay with them. I stayed with them for three months or more. I became a family member to them sharing my insecurities and all the ups and downs, together we were bonded into  a strong bond. I will put down in details of this in some other posts.

Now my gang( our batch )of youngsters decided to utilise our time in hand in exploring, doing masti and also to learn the local language. We all would gather in the lobby and would March towards the canteen. The tea and bread pakoda was really excellent, and we all would gorge to the fullest. We all will just forget about Hindi and would chit chat full on, in Malayalam, all hustle bustle and also creating a big disturbance to others. But neigh, who bothered we were into our jolly good moods. All youth bubbling out.

People used to call us " Hey Madrasi"  dabbe mein kankad bajana band kar " they used to interpret our Malayalam language as shaking a tin filled with pebbles, (just imagine the  noice it might create!!). They sensed the same with our language, and would, always, taunt us. A rift started building up with North Indian and South Indians. And we distanced ourselves avoiding tiffs.

But as the saying goes " Pani mein rah kar magarmach se beir," ( means staying in water you cannot be an enemy to a crocodile 🐊 ) we gradually became their close associate and assistant too.

We became a close nit family and were there for each other in any calamities and also in celebrations. We all got our posting and were posted in different offices in the city. Our holidaying came to an end and all were into positioning their own duties. So much humour too, went through learning the local language, such as, someone hopping on to the bus going to Lal Quila and asking  whether this bus will go to Red Fort. Some going to the market to buy onions and instead of saying "1kilo pyaz de do" saying "1 kilo pyar de do" and facing the embarassment, and someone holding on tightly to the Hindi language and addressing Post Office as Dak Khana, "Dak Khana kaha hai" and all into  🤔❗❗ faces. All these, were, real fun.

A decade has gone now, and on this journey we lost our two valuable colleagues. We celebrated intercaste marriage and marriage between our colleagues. House warming, Children, Birthdays, Children's Marriage and what not.. 

All now taking a U turn towards exit ( all into retirement ages, and within a span of two years our batch would be disbursed) again to ones own destination. 

The journey continues......... with dreams to an another openings ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Independent

INDEPENDENT 

How can one define Independence and being Independent. This is definitely a word which will transform into various meaning and measure in accordance to the understanding one has or have to this word. It may differ according to one's experience in life and may add a gist to it.

In this post I would be focusing on such aspects which touched my heart and opened a new meaning to me. Once again traveling through the memory lane.

This is the era of 70s and 80s. Online shopping and door to door delivery may be the new concept today,  but I  have experienced this door to door delivery concept in my childhood itself. " Chawal wali" (Moni Maa) She was called thus. She was the one who used to bring sacks of rice to our home every month. As I had mentioned earlier my family was huge with extended members thus consumption of food too was in large quantities, and, as such, Acchan had arranged for regular supply of the commodities. (Moni Maa) was a drak fragile lady with a pleasant aura. She used to adorn saree in traditional bengali way. Clean bright starched cotton saree.  Her presence was a pleasing to the eyes. Amma too loved her presence. Moni Maa was a monthly visitor to us. She would come to our house for delivering the sack of 🌾 rice.  Along with  rice she would be carrying her harvest of vegetables and eggs too. So we used to get  some fresh farm picked vegetables to relish. She used to stay in the outskirts of the city and would travel all the way to the city in train to deliver her goods. She would arrive early in the morning by 7am and would sit down for a chit chat for hours.  Amma would come to know about the outside world and updates of her village life and about other harvest etc through her chit chatting. She will spend hours sitting in our terrace doing small chores thus helping Amma, lighten her burden that day. Amma used to give her food and tea. Sometimes she used to pamper us with an oil massage and would comb our hair, singing  songs. The famous viral song 🎶" Bade loger beti re lamba lamba chool🎶 which was booming now days was the one which I had listened very very early during my childhood days from this " Chawal wali" it's actually a folk song. She would be brimming with joy, while  singing out these songs to us. After finishing all these chores, she will measure the required kilograms of rice, needed by Amma, and would transfer the same to the large storage drums. She would take leave after getting her payment from Amma. Thus almost a whole day would be spent by her in our house with a good exchange of talks on related things. 

On those days I never used to give heed to these people who would be visiting my house. It was just normal to me. Amma and her buddies was the name given by me. I never used to realise their hardship. It was only when I started working did I knew,  that no matter what; all other persons/ people out there on the road, whether big or small is all, into earning their livelihood and living. This famous song "lamba lamba chool" brought into my memory the "Chawal wali" and her hardship, and me into a new realisation. To get her life going she was into this duty of selling rice all the way from her village to the city. For she knew very well that she can earn more in the city, rather than in her village. Wasn't this, her independent thinking, wasn't she capable of nurturing her family. Wasn't she enjoying a free spirited moments while visiting houses and chitchatting. The most important part of all this was the decision made by her to do something for her family, instead of begging for alms. That's real independence and being independent, I would say. The independence to think, to act, and to survive. I feel really proud thinking now, that, she though being an illiterate was able to keep track of account of her goods and selling, and thus helped her family from starving and begging.

Education gives us a more way of dignified life and way of thinking, no doubt.  But I salute all those people out there, who all are putting efforts to make a living with what ever abilities and capabilities they have instead of relying on begging and looting. To me this is being independent and independence.

Now time has changed with new level of technology and education. People have understood the importance of education and are giving importance to studies and also into living a dignified life. More and more people are into working and earning. Better independent thinking whether you are a men or a women has transformed the world and countries into  growing nations.

Free your self  and be yourself.

xxx...............xxx............xxx

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