I am doing what I always wanted to do...!

I am on the extreme right, with my students.

     The thought which always comes to my mind whenever I see people working in offices is, are they are really enjoying their jobs? Do they really think of doing this job in their childhood? Means when you are a kid, the second question every elder asks you (after asking your name first) is, what do you want to become when you grow up? Who says, that I want to sit in an office and move papers here and there.

     I always wanted to become a scientist. I have a comfortable relation with science. It fascinates me more than the sports. Yeah, seriously, I never remembered the sport channel numbers, but all the science channels were on my tips. Me and brother has always experimented with almost everything in the kitchen. I had literally put my house on fire thrice. Experiments do go wrong. :p Our servant’s quarter was our lab. We never kept any servant over there, it was full of empty boxes. Being an army family, we had a hell number of boxes to be put somewhere, and servant quarter serves best for this purpose.

     But in India, where the competition is so much, one has to be very deterministic as well as lucky to become what you want to be. In my life things went very smooth. I need not to drop a year for preparation as I quickly got admission in engineering in a very reputable engineering college. All thanks to my dad, though his expectations of us are very high, he never forced us to do what we didn’t want to.  I took civil engineering as my major. People call civil as the mother of all engineering, and I do believe it is. Any other branch has its application in civil engineering. We call ourselves the next best creator after God.

     I was learning new things daily. As I had a good hand in doing experiments, anything in the books which could be put on the ground was way more interesting for me that the theoretical topics. Luckily, my younger brother joined the same college as a computer engineering student. That day I felt myself complete as I was studying a core subject and my brother was in IT. These days any technology is incomplete without the touch of computers in that. So the domain of our experiments widened.

     Life was fun. Soon, the day comes when I had to leave the college. Race of the life starts over when you finish your studies. I had few options in the industry to join. I tried joining defense services too but couldn't make it through. I really had to think of what to choose as my career. The bad thing about a civil engineering job is, you have to leave your society at all. Sites are always far from the civilization. Sometimes they are underground. But definitely it pays you well.

     I also had an opportunity to join teaching and research, but for that I had to burn myself again in higher studies. And yes, teaching doesn't pay you much in India. After giving a due thought on my career choice, I listened to my heart and joined teaching and research.

     After two years of teaching, I never felt like I am going to the office. For me this is the most satisfying job in this world. What you know you share and the happy faces of your students pays you instantly. Today, after six years of completing my graduation, I am still studying. Yes, you guessed it right, I am doing PhD that too from the India’s premier institution, IIT Delhi.

     My family always supported, so that I can follow my heart. They sacrificed everything, as no smile in this world is for free, someone has to pay for it. My dad always had a dream of having a house in the mountains. So to make his dream come true, I am working on to have a home in the mountains as soon as possible. For that https://housing.com/ has been  very supportive, to look for our dream house from a huge number of properties.

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I see him building bridges now, I saw him building Bridges then...

           

Picture Courtesey: i.dailymail.co.uk

It was a cold mosoon morning with dense clouds in the sky and gentle breeze flowing all over the place. The trees were moving together as if they were singing the same song. After a 2 days of heavy rainfall, life was on track again. People were coming out of their houses going to work. I was also ready to start my day. I remember I was sitting on the dining table holding my newspaper, waiting for the breakfast to be served. My kids playing, busy in their own world. My wife served me the meal along with her gossips. I was more into my newspaper than her chit-chat. As I was going through the  newspaper, I was going through a news where a family met with an accident and died because no one came out and helped them. I was thinking how on earth, so mean people can exist. Finding people who work for others is very rare. As I ended up with my breakfast, I took my bag and set off for work.

           I used to go to work by bus. Bus stand was in walking distance from home. The roads were full of traffic and  their horns. I could see the reason behind this commotion. Those big puddles on the road were the reason for everyone’s problem. As I was crossing those puddles like a long jump athlete, but there was a big lake-like puddle at the end. Finally, I have to step in water to cross it and reach to bus stop. While crossing Like everyone, I was complaining about the government not taking care of such problems and the corruption involved. Finally, I reached the bus stop and went to the office.

            After  a whole day of work I came back from office and reached the bus stand. I was tired and that big lake-like puddle added to my tiredness like a bonus. I was thinking of some alternate way,  but suddenly saw a stepping bridge made through the puddle for people. People were using the bridge to cross it. The bridge was made with two separate lanes of bricks so that people going both the way can cross simultaneously. As I was crossing it, hopping from one brick to another. I was thanking the creator of that bridge in my mind and when I was doing it I saw him sitting at the other end of puddle giving final touches to his creation. He was looking like a small kid wrapped up in mud fearful of the fact that he would have to face his mother with all those clothes.

           When I reached the end, I looked towards him and stood there for some time watching him doing his work in silence and surprise. That boy was my elder son who was picking the bricks from the nearby house construction site to complete his bridge. He was so busy in his task that he didn’t notice me standing there. I called his name. He stood there scared hearing my voice as if a prisoner stands before hearing his punishment I looked at him and asked why you are not playing like other kids. He replied pointing towards those bricks that I am playing with these toys.

            After eleven years of that incident when the memories of it were already faded, I was clear in my views in advising him an engineering branch when he was about to finish his secondary education. Yes, he chose civil engineering as an engineering discipline.  Today my son is a research scholar at Indian Institute of Technology Delhi in the civil engineering department. Now, after twenty two years of that incident, I can proudly say his work in making efficient structures is supporting the dreams of many people of having their home. Similarly, many houses which are made by sons of many proud parents are listed here at https://housing.com/lookup. 
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Just believe don't plan much

Life is very uncertain. Sometimes you plan a lot, but things don't go the way you wanted them to go and sometimes without planning thing go in such a lovely manner, that they some beautiful memories. 

Similar thing happened with me too in last December. Me and my best friend Mr. D lip a.k.a my personal love guru, had been planning for a trip for very long and I mean it. We had cancelled our Goa tickets thrice :(. After that planning for a trip had become a sarcastic remark for you. 

A dry river : one of our stop

If I am not wrong, it was a day before Xmas when we both were discussing crap as usual on the phone. I just asked him how about a road trip on bike to anywhere? We were not confirmed where to go. He replied "mmmmm mmmmm wait a second mmmm ". At that time a beautiful line from the movie Matrix was running through my mind. It was "denial is the most predictable answer among all of the human responses". 

But, to my surprise denying the fact that he was a human he said, let me check where my bike is. I was like common dude everybody know where their vehicles are. How can you be so careless? Satisfying my inquisitions and intensifying  the doubts in my mind he said, he had given his bike to his cousin and his cousin was also planning a trip with his girlfriend on the Christmas eve. 

Means what the fish, I am not going to spend my Xmas eve at my hostel waiting for dinner at 8 pm and then surfing the  internet. I was so strong in my views that I nearly yelled at Dalip, " dude, we are going to the mountains and it doesn't matter how". The best thing about one’s best friend is you can fight with him a number of times and from the next call onward everything gets settled down well. 

My dream house: I clicked it on my way

At night he called and said "man pack your stuff we are leaving tomorrow morning to Mussorie". Yeah, without wasting a second I was done with my packing. I had to take care that my parents should not know that we are leaving on the bike. They always say anything on four wheels are much safe than on two wheels. Ignorance is bliss, people do lots of stuff under parent's nose, but as am a good son, I told my dad on the phone. He said, son on mountain bikes are safer :P. With the green signal from him I slept a sleepless night.

Next day we reached Mussorie covering more than 250 km and stopping 4-5 times. The best thing about mountain villages is to see peoples home. A single home makes you realize the beauty of the life people are living. Being native of Garhwal, Uttarakhand, my papa has always dreamt of having a beautiful house in the mountains. I know one day I will make this into reality. For that I always keep surfing on  https://housing.com/. The dream house is made once in a life time, and what can be better than a trustworthy website to take care of your beautiful dream.

Thanks Dalip, #together we always make the best of our lives. 
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