Eternal Love

India and I share at least one thing in common that we have Delhi in our hearts. I am proud to be a Delhite. It’s a everlasting relationship which I love to carry out till my last breath .I was born there and would wish to die there .It is just a place for some but for me its reason for me being me. I was equally sad to leave my mummy's home and Delhi after marriage . I still get nostalgic when I go down the memory lane thinking of all the good and not so good times that I have spent .The air, land, water of this place makes me feel more confident, more robust and much happier as a person. Shifting to Bangalore was luck by chance and I hope if luck gives me a choice I will go back to Dilli, this is what I love to call it.
I realized actual love for Dilli when I came to Bangalore. Rightly said, distance makes love profound. I miss everything about her, every moment. The days of struggle when I was studying and the happy days after I got a job.
The day used to start standing in the balcony glaring at aunties in nightgown with duppata and not so common health freak aunties with additional sneakers on. Inspired by Chotu(my lil sister, world knows her as charu, and she is thankful to our parents that they did not ask my opinion on her naming ceremony J ) who used to get ready for school much earlier than me ,I used to drag myself to get ready for school. I used to follow the HDFC tag line since my child hood “sar utha key jiyo”, so I never took pain of untying my shoelaces and somehow managed to slip into it with tied laces. We used to have our uniform checked during our morning school assembly by not so polite PT teacher, which I always passed .All thanks to chotu for polishing my shoes and Mummy for arranging my uniform from tie to socks. After all this hard work, somehow we managed to reach school on time. This daily chores of our has one interesting story associated with it. That morning was usual morning everything was happening as it used to happen .chotu was ready for school I was still struggling and trying my best to get ready. Whole of our trip in rickshaw was full of naggings from chotu to me .Thank god she inherited genes of height from papa so it was difficult for people to identify who was younger and it saved me from embarrassment of rickshaw wala bhaiya all the way to school. As soon as we reached school we could feel the calmness beyond our expectations .Then I realized, I roared, I was proud of my accomplishments that I made much earlier than time at least once in my school life. I was happy and was proudly moving into the main gate of the school .Oh! The good time don’t last long (though bad also don’t, I believe in this because I don’t have any other choice), chotu was screaming, god has tuned her to the highest pitch available in vocal chord .This time we were so late that the first class had started and all the students were in the class .Poor chotu ,she had to surrender her diary to our PT teacher so that our not so polite teacher could do what she was best at doing, writing a complaint for latecomers addressed to parents. There are many such memories of my childhood for which I think writing a book will be a better idea, what if I am not a celebrity I still have a freedom to write an autobiography. Every priceless memory of mine took place in the backdrop of dilli so she is so close to my heart.
As I was growing up I started to dream of becoming a Doctor. My papa was bit hyperactive and after VIII std. itself he brought a Medical guide for Biology, required for exam preparation .Poor me L . You will be surprised to know that book had just MCQ’s and I was forced to mug up the answers at least 20 every day. I think he wanted to finish off with his job of providing me the bricks; anyways castle had to be built by me. Irrespective of the fact ,I liked it or not I was forced to join each and every course material say it ,Brilliant for medical,Aggarwal for Engg.FITJEE and all the names you can think of.Every chronicle, physics today ,Mathematics today etc related to any kind of entrance used to come at our doorstep. By the way he had a hidden desire of making me prepare for civil services also . So Now what do you think, what would have happened as end result? All dreams don’t come true and this was one of them .Neither did not I become a Doctor nor an Engineer .No regrets for that. All thanks to papa that he made me opt for B.Sc Electronics (H) from DU .To my surprise I topped Delhi University .But I deserved it since I had worked very hard for it .So in all these things, one good thing happened. I have grown so strong that after every failure I fight back with a hope that success will follow.
College ended what next? Thanks to my papa again he had his plans ready .He made me to appear for MCA entrance .I cleared IP university exams and joined one of the Govt. Colleges, BPIBS .We were some odd 30 classmates . I had some rules laid by papa to follow in my life .Abiding by those rules meant, I had to go back directly to home after the college so I did not spend those after the college chit chat hours with my classmates .Still I hope they don’t hate me .But no regrets here also .I started doing trainings quite early in my life. After the first year of MCA I had joined TCS did my summer training. Then in second year I joined Cosmic Infotech .Before formally entering the corporate world I was aware of what professionalism is all about. During this time I realized what actual life is .I still get nostalgic when I think about those wait time at the bus stop waiting for some overly crowded DTC bus to come which now I find surprising that how could I manage to handle such a nerve racking journey .It used to be an adventurous trip, someone watching the bus from outside could never tell which hand belonged to which body, every hand trying to find a place on the rods at bus roof. The theory of survival of the fittest I hope was actually meant for the buses in dilli.
We passed out of college and I joined Siemens, Gurgaon, as a 6 month MCA trainee, Thanks to Ranjan, he forwarded my resume there. I really worked hard during those days .Those were the days which laid a solid foundation in my life .My life was enjoyable there .Thanks to Aman. The best part used to be the journey back to home in bus. Thanks to Prateek. I was not getting any stipend .I had to really work very hard but believe me I never used to bunk a single day. It really honed my technical skills which I think was not possible anywhere else. So thanks to my first mentors in Siemens Abhishek, Nilanjan Sengupta & Amrut Nayak. The HR policy came in between .They had a policy of keeping people as contractual employee for 6 months and then make them permanent .I never had time to search for Job .But now I was disappointed .so I took Times ascent found a vacancy for freshers at HCL Technologies Noida. I cleared every round and gosh I had a job in hand. I resigned from Siemens. I was happy to know that I had become so indispensable that they were ready to keep me at any cost .But I had already decided to join HCL the greatest factor being distance. I had to travel 42 kms one way to reach Siemens .HCL was just half an hour drive.
Dilli ,you are the reason for me being me .You provided me an opportunity , an alternate path after every failure ,you made me strong ,more independent ,more robust ,more sensible and I really love you for that.
Now my journey at HCL begins .My first formal Job which fetched me my first salary. I still remember the Pizza hut party which mom and I had after I got my first salary .The memories of those days are priceless .Thanks to Jitin sir,Puneet Sir,Himank,Sunit,Mili,Kamal ,Rahul,Rudranil .Now HCL gave me the independence to enjoy the real Dilli,I had enough salary to enjoy my life at fullest .
I miss those days when mom and I used to stroll in Lajpat Nagar, Amar Colony to satiate our thirst for shopping .The Dilli chat is unmatchable.You can get anything anywhere but for this you will have to visit Dilli. Those lip smacking seekh kabab behind the state bank in Mayur Vihar, the south Indian dishes at sagar ratnam, the lal kila ,chnadni chowk ,nai srak I owe lot of my knowledge to this place since this is the place where I got every kind of book at best price.Papa had one more rule for us always study from new book no second hands , the gup shup session at MC Donalds,my aerobics classes after the office hours . I miss the coffee hours at Barista. I miss the chit chat session with Himank. I miss those comments which I got after wearing the nose pin for the first time. I miss those comments which I loved to get after I lost few pounds. I miss everything and everyone.
These memories make my love stronger for Dilli.
Khuda ne chaha to hum phir milenge, Aakhri sanse Teri baho mein lenge.

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