I am blessed with wonderful parents, talented siblings, extra caring relatives and ever-ready-to-help friends. No, I am not boasting, I feel it everytime when I try to feel. They never let me down. In times of adversity which everyone does have, say for example when I am unable to meet expectations, others do come up to help me. I am blessed to have people around me who do not point fingers at me. After all being the eldest in the family do have some added benefits.
Life is not easy when you are nearing 25 years of age. Our life is indeed divided into 4 folds. 1.Dharma (duty), 2.Artha (finance), 3.Kama (pleasure of life) and 4.Moksha (liberation) are the four folds but these are not mutually exclusive. For me it occurs simultaneously taking their turns and teaching us their lessons on the way. There was a time not many years ago when having the cheapest ice-cream the one with the stick required contribution from friends. Going to a destination together in a auto or bus was difficult thing to perceive because the question was, who will pay? These kind of situation still exists but in a different frame altogether. We do not fight over who will pay what, but over who will pay when.
I am blessed with friends, talented friends. They have stories to tell. Recently during my Eid-ul-Fitr visit to a CA (Chartered Accountant) friend, I was told a story how he was stopped by his superior in his audit midway so that he can take the matter in his own hand.
Then there are stories from a Marine Engineer. He has the most interesting stories to tell. He told us how dolphins looked and how the Somali pirates behaved. What is the difference between the beaches of Brazil, Amsterdam and Singapore. What he did when there was a small fire and what he would have done if the ship started to drown.
Then there are few IAS aspirant in the group. One of them is probably the most intelligent being in the group, he shared how his journey took a turn from being an Engineer to a CTS Employee and then a student in IIFT and then again a big turn with clearing the prelims of UPSC.
Few had theories and other had practical experiences to share. There is one who can tell all the difference between all the smart phones available in the market and he can name a few websites too from which he gathers informations. To counter or support his points I have another friend who has used all the phones, be it from HTC or Apple or Samsung or Nokia. I name it, he used it.
Many dream for a government job with a huge paycheck. I can boast that I have a friend who fits into this criteria. "Government officer" - the phrase with which we use to make fun of him doesn't make him lazy like other government employees and hope he is like this forever.
Some has taken up teaching, a noble job indeed. Looking at the conditions of our society especially Muslims, I can guarantee you that there are plethora of opportunities to educate the society. We just need to open our eyes and fold our sleeves.
A friend in need is a friend indeed. Few months ago I needed some money, some contributed, some said no, elders to me said, "The Tanzeel I know, no one will doubt his honesty any day" juniors said, "I am really sorry I am unable to contribute, this is the first time you are asking and I am unable to help you, I am feeling sad"
In my group of friends Doctors and Engineers are there by default, but given by the circumstances in which I grew and the society in which I live where selling jeans and repairing mobile phones are best job one could imagine, coming this far is indeed a blessing for me (tears!). If I was a magician I can pull out a teacher, a marine engineer, an accountant, WBCS officer, a Chef, a consultant, a Senior web designer, a Senior Business Analyst, a technician, a local businessman and the list will continue. They are all growing with me. Faster than I would have imagined. They are planning to buy houses and all. Good for them, but no one has a bike. How unfortunate for us. I had to go to Colotolla - a area famous for kebabs, to buy some for Iftaar where I felt the importance of a bike. If only I had one I wouldn't have missed the Iftaar with my family that day.
Siblings! How well they have grown. I tend to think that it was not long ago but it is actually some 8-9 years ago when I used to take them to schools under an umbrella with all my might to stop them from getting drenched. Now they have reached my height. The youngest one have started to hit sixes off my bowling. He has crossed the highest score of many games in my phone. Not be behind in real life he crossed my score in Higher Secondary Examination except Mathematics where we were tied on 97, to which he still regret on his speed during the exam and on why he left that precious 3 marks question.
Seeing my sister teaching toddlers at home take me back to those days when I used to teach my younger brothers and sisters.
The elder of the younger brothers is a guy with a nonchalant attitude. He craves to wear branded dresses, buy stuffs which will last longer even though if it's expensive enough to empty his wallet. But as I told you, it doesn't matter to him. Even though he is younger to me, he gifts me shirts (takes away my T-shirts, watches and goggles, etc. that's a different story).
My parents say, "Why do you come back from Bangalore, when you stay outside all the time?" They spread (half true)rumor that I do nothing at home apart from only eating and sleeping , they do that infront of me but deep down I believe that they want me back at home every single day of the year and on knowing that that is not possible they send me all the blessing they have. This time it was in the shape of Ghee and sweet Paan.
I hate to hear these complains from relatives, "Last time you didn't visit us. If you do not come this time then you will see", "You came before Eid, who will come after Eid?", "You reached Kolkata, why didn't you call us", "It's been 4 days and you are calling us now", "Arre, you are here? You didn't inform us that you will be coming" and it goes on and on and on. No matter what I do, I will always hear the complains. So I have decided not to get fed up with these, neither get frustrated. On the contrary I have started to enjoy it. I feel blessed that so many people remember me. They want to know the whereabouts of me. And I do my part. I try to visit and call them as and when possible. Complains are temporary here, but blessings and prayers are forever.
It's been almost 10 years when I passed my Secondary but my teachers still remember me. I have grown beard so that tells you how difficult the remembering part is. Nevertheless, they give me a smile whenever I happen to cross them on the streets. When I last visited my school I could see that same watchman standing at the main gate whom we used to taunt him by saying "Oh! Saabji" I was surprised to know that even he remembers my face and on asking him if I could enter the school premises just to have a look, he replied, "It's your school, you can enter anytime" It made my day and I realized that I am truly blessed.
I am human & I need to be loved, just like everybody else does. Being the eldest in the family, I am expected to be more responsible, serious and more grown up. But I am forever tumbling, forever wondering, forever young but no one notices which is a blessing indeed. The blessings from Almighty makes me believe that everything around me is with a purpose. Living my life to serve that purpose will satisfy me. There are bountiful blessings, we need not chose.
Eid-ul-fitr 2013 was enjoyable experience and after 2 weeks of vacation I was back to my another blessing - a job which made me understand my responsibilities, help me meet new people, enjoy my life and understand my limitations. Being an average guy, this job looks unreal to me. First I used to feel that I got lucky. Perhaps it's not about luck, it's not about being lucky, may be it's because of being blessed. I am truly blessed!
Life is not easy when you are nearing 25 years of age. Our life is indeed divided into 4 folds. 1.Dharma (duty), 2.Artha (finance), 3.Kama (pleasure of life) and 4.Moksha (liberation) are the four folds but these are not mutually exclusive. For me it occurs simultaneously taking their turns and teaching us their lessons on the way. There was a time not many years ago when having the cheapest ice-cream the one with the stick required contribution from friends. Going to a destination together in a auto or bus was difficult thing to perceive because the question was, who will pay? These kind of situation still exists but in a different frame altogether. We do not fight over who will pay what, but over who will pay when.
I am blessed with friends, talented friends. They have stories to tell. Recently during my Eid-ul-Fitr visit to a CA (Chartered Accountant) friend, I was told a story how he was stopped by his superior in his audit midway so that he can take the matter in his own hand.
Then there are stories from a Marine Engineer. He has the most interesting stories to tell. He told us how dolphins looked and how the Somali pirates behaved. What is the difference between the beaches of Brazil, Amsterdam and Singapore. What he did when there was a small fire and what he would have done if the ship started to drown.
Then there are few IAS aspirant in the group. One of them is probably the most intelligent being in the group, he shared how his journey took a turn from being an Engineer to a CTS Employee and then a student in IIFT and then again a big turn with clearing the prelims of UPSC.
Few had theories and other had practical experiences to share. There is one who can tell all the difference between all the smart phones available in the market and he can name a few websites too from which he gathers informations. To counter or support his points I have another friend who has used all the phones, be it from HTC or Apple or Samsung or Nokia. I name it, he used it.
Many dream for a government job with a huge paycheck. I can boast that I have a friend who fits into this criteria. "Government officer" - the phrase with which we use to make fun of him doesn't make him lazy like other government employees and hope he is like this forever.
Some has taken up teaching, a noble job indeed. Looking at the conditions of our society especially Muslims, I can guarantee you that there are plethora of opportunities to educate the society. We just need to open our eyes and fold our sleeves.
A friend in need is a friend indeed. Few months ago I needed some money, some contributed, some said no, elders to me said, "The Tanzeel I know, no one will doubt his honesty any day" juniors said, "I am really sorry I am unable to contribute, this is the first time you are asking and I am unable to help you, I am feeling sad"
In my group of friends Doctors and Engineers are there by default, but given by the circumstances in which I grew and the society in which I live where selling jeans and repairing mobile phones are best job one could imagine, coming this far is indeed a blessing for me (tears!). If I was a magician I can pull out a teacher, a marine engineer, an accountant, WBCS officer, a Chef, a consultant, a Senior web designer, a Senior Business Analyst, a technician, a local businessman and the list will continue. They are all growing with me. Faster than I would have imagined. They are planning to buy houses and all. Good for them, but no one has a bike. How unfortunate for us. I had to go to Colotolla - a area famous for kebabs, to buy some for Iftaar where I felt the importance of a bike. If only I had one I wouldn't have missed the Iftaar with my family that day.
Siblings! How well they have grown. I tend to think that it was not long ago but it is actually some 8-9 years ago when I used to take them to schools under an umbrella with all my might to stop them from getting drenched. Now they have reached my height. The youngest one have started to hit sixes off my bowling. He has crossed the highest score of many games in my phone. Not be behind in real life he crossed my score in Higher Secondary Examination except Mathematics where we were tied on 97, to which he still regret on his speed during the exam and on why he left that precious 3 marks question.
Seeing my sister teaching toddlers at home take me back to those days when I used to teach my younger brothers and sisters.
The elder of the younger brothers is a guy with a nonchalant attitude. He craves to wear branded dresses, buy stuffs which will last longer even though if it's expensive enough to empty his wallet. But as I told you, it doesn't matter to him. Even though he is younger to me, he gifts me shirts (takes away my T-shirts, watches and goggles, etc. that's a different story).
My parents say, "Why do you come back from Bangalore, when you stay outside all the time?" They spread (half true)rumor that I do nothing at home apart from only eating and sleeping , they do that infront of me but deep down I believe that they want me back at home every single day of the year and on knowing that that is not possible they send me all the blessing they have. This time it was in the shape of Ghee and sweet Paan.
I hate to hear these complains from relatives, "Last time you didn't visit us. If you do not come this time then you will see", "You came before Eid, who will come after Eid?", "You reached Kolkata, why didn't you call us", "It's been 4 days and you are calling us now", "Arre, you are here? You didn't inform us that you will be coming" and it goes on and on and on. No matter what I do, I will always hear the complains. So I have decided not to get fed up with these, neither get frustrated. On the contrary I have started to enjoy it. I feel blessed that so many people remember me. They want to know the whereabouts of me. And I do my part. I try to visit and call them as and when possible. Complains are temporary here, but blessings and prayers are forever.
It's been almost 10 years when I passed my Secondary but my teachers still remember me. I have grown beard so that tells you how difficult the remembering part is. Nevertheless, they give me a smile whenever I happen to cross them on the streets. When I last visited my school I could see that same watchman standing at the main gate whom we used to taunt him by saying "Oh! Saabji" I was surprised to know that even he remembers my face and on asking him if I could enter the school premises just to have a look, he replied, "It's your school, you can enter anytime" It made my day and I realized that I am truly blessed.
I am human & I need to be loved, just like everybody else does. Being the eldest in the family, I am expected to be more responsible, serious and more grown up. But I am forever tumbling, forever wondering, forever young but no one notices which is a blessing indeed. The blessings from Almighty makes me believe that everything around me is with a purpose. Living my life to serve that purpose will satisfy me. There are bountiful blessings, we need not chose.
Eid-ul-fitr 2013 was enjoyable experience and after 2 weeks of vacation I was back to my another blessing - a job which made me understand my responsibilities, help me meet new people, enjoy my life and understand my limitations. Being an average guy, this job looks unreal to me. First I used to feel that I got lucky. Perhaps it's not about luck, it's not about being lucky, may be it's because of being blessed. I am truly blessed!
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