Saturday, September 02, 2006

BEHIND THE POVERTY LINES........

I turned the meter, ready to run,
It was a fierce bargain, the customer had won.
For all I get from Parry's to Guindy,
Is a paltry Rupees sixty.

I drive an Auto, which is not mine,
I start early morning and not rest until nine,
All I earn through this job of mine,
Still keeps my family below poverty line.

A major share goes to the owner's call,
Another for petrol, service and all,
what is left is just enough,
to keep my wife and kids alive.

Yet the rich people haggle skillfully,
Afterall there are many like me, which makes their job easy,
If I refuse to attend their call,
My family gets a harder fall.
MY SSB INTERVIEW @ JAN-04 FOR INDIAN ARMY..... [ PART- 1]

That was not a day dream but a reality which before i realised i've had missed it so close that one would not wish he should ever in his life. Sometimes wonder had I done enough to attain the goal of my life. Or even as if anyone would've missed his/her goal so close.... I had to agree there are. But the fact that it was me hurt me and stabbed on my back made me relax for the life time. Naaaah i will rise and will bounce back, this life is hell for i will be there oneday @ my heaven guarding my angel ...

The moment i've got the call letter for the SSB interview for the indian army, i started preparing for it. Not even the fact that i was a bit fat by that time worried me ( Much obesse now). Somewhere around my heart it said as if i was born to be there someday. I started running around 5kms a day slowly gaining the criteria given in the call letter which i discovered later is required only when reporting to the training. I was in a state of operational readiness when my parents intercepted me worriying as if im going straightaway for kargil. God finally i convinced them that i had to go . Though i missed the edge by not being in NCC or NSS, I was ready for my mission And to die for it, as the whole country would cherish and relish their democracy.

Will all the hopes and dreams of getting into the Army, i got onto the train (Ganga-Kaveri exp.) to be precise. With my DAD waving off to me i really felt proud being born to him as a son especially on that ocassion. For he has done so much to me and for what i've done to him is just to quarrel with him. He was telling me the pains he had suffered during his adulthood and the gains he got out of it. I knew i admire him, i love him. But all that i could express to him is anger. I really owe him a lot. But still he wanted me to stay positive and then he waved me off as the train started TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was standing by the gate cherishing every moment and praying god to make this happen...