People, I try, I really…

People, I try, I really do, to visit everyone but attempts go in vain when there is too much going on around me… but rest assured that I will find you and if you’re good, I am gonna put you in my ‘Collection’… Today, I am here to see if any (would be good if many, I am optimistic you see) of you can give me some feedback on https://sanjeevkumarpandey.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/tangled/, plus, I have done some changes in look and feel so lemme know how’s the readability.. thanks for your support! You rock!

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Nadeem

His is the oldest barber’s shop on the Crossing Street road. Long before there were others. With nothing fancy but two wooden chairs and simple mirrors at the back, side and front wall. Fresh newspaper lying on the side wooden bench that had many cracks in it with a few holes here and there. A souvenir, something like a locket, probably from Mecca, hung from the front wall beside the frame that had Mecca painted on it. What was left of the side walls after the mirrors, was covered with posters of Bollywood actors at the top and leaves of Hindi newspapers at the bottom. Spider nets, who probably wanted to compensate for the lack of anything fashionable, were hanging from every possible place, object, and corner. Not that he didn’t care for cleanliness or was cynical about it but, one –  he didn’t have time for unproductive chores, and two – he knew people won’t mind. And it was true, they didn’t; for they loved coming there and it had perhaps nothing to do with the fact that they had similar situation or worse back at their homes.

Continue reading the full story at Sanjeev Kumar Pandey’s Blog


2nd in the series of illustration: Blurry Faces Of The City

 

The Hero Within Us: A Perception or Alternate-Self

Why do we need an alternate perception of ourselves. You know what I mean? Don’t you?
May be since our childhood everyone has talked about that one person – in the center of the story – the Hero. What about others? Can hero do everything that he wants without others’ help? Is his role more significant than those living around him? And is he an ultimate destination of individual traits?
More importantly, does everyone want to be like him and leave their own characteristics, responsibilities, roles and aspirations behind just to attain a ‘portrayed-perfection’ of social and interpersonal qualities?

In every social setup Hero is more like a godly-figure; for everything he does is correct and if not, he still is worshiped for his casualness.
But wait, aren’t there more people who would complete this story – other characters? I believe those ‘other characters’ are individual heroes of their individual spaces and quests, for none can replace you and do the what you were doing with same intent, intensity and good-faith as you.
It makes me wonder – why don’t we explore the hero within ourselves? In us, lies a spark which is so powerful that can make everything else look  lame, but we never ‘go-inside’ and look for it. In fact, we hold the ground we belong and there is no match to our capabilities that some ‘Hero’ can replace. Let me ask you this: can your kids be loved by a different father the same way you do? Or can your girlfriend be more cared for by a different man?

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Everyone is hero of their own story. Difference is, how you want to run the show? It is your story; your charm and your decision which would matter in the end as to where would your next scene propagate. Will it be a happy moment, a tensed situation or a let-it-go sigh of loss?
We spend most of the time in our lives trying to portray someone we are not. Interestingly, people mostly never get convinced of what you have been trying to get them convinced for for years! They know, somehow, the truth… the real you. So why not stop being something that you are not?
This situation has been the same for centuries or may be even before that and it continues.

In every era, whichever has passed by, the social setup has made sure that they project someone as an ideal of individual traits which would make everything else look so lame that people not abiding to the ‘desired’ characteristics are either considered unsuccessful or, worse, evil.

The evolution of concept of hero is of course not new. In almost every epic, lore, book or artifacts from history we have seen, read and interpreted a character leading others. In each of these the motion is lead by some individual towards fulfillment of a greater-goal which apparently satisfies a noble cause and brings value to the society at large. Now if you look closely, there are actions involved which lead to a mass development of a certain kind of change, and however small the impact might be, when we talk about society, of course we are considering individuals, most of whom might be convinced by the idea of this ‘revolution’ but there may be someone who has a different perception of the situation and whom idea, if considered, can be of greater benefits, for all. And of course, there may be some others – who are reluctant to any change whatsoever as they are not convinced with this idea of change.
Similarly, however small or large the context may be there are perceptions involved which make it a larger movement or a small change in the lives of people in that domain. For instance, electrification of a distant village may not be a new task for administration but the same is beginning of hope for brighter future to the villagers.

Perception of, and setup of, a society defines the kind of hero they need to drive their interests.

Per our inherited characters, and aspirations, we tend to follow our own heroes. People may choose a renowned actor, a local leader, or a successful businessperson as their role model and follow them blindly, forgetting their own qualities, capabilities and interests. But, you can be more than what you think of yourself. For your whole life you try to be more like your perceived character, or rather, ‘alternate ideal-self‘. Your aspirations are driven and in fact mislead in some situations due to this attitude. Such attitude is not only a problem for you but also for others who are dependent on you. You might feel inferior to what you want to be, but think this: what if you already are excel and trying to cut yourself down-size just to fit in someone else’s shoes! All of us need a little introspection of ourselves for we are the heroes of our stories. No one else can be so perfect than us to suit the role, fit-in and be that leader who can bring the change that you want.

However small your world may be, however scattered your aspirations may get and whatever job you are in, it is you who can do this; you are the individual who’s action will define the future of your family and self. For no one else is the hero of this story but you.

 

Originally posted at Sanjeev Kumar Pandey's Blog

D+14 Days Of Camping In Hills

Republishing an old post to relive an adventure. Read-through to experience the thrill!

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Living Out There: The Tale Of The Patwa-Dangar Camp

6 Kms to the south of Haldwani is Patwa Dangar, a place so high that you could touch the clouds with raising your hand just above the shoulders. This is sort of an unexplored hill station which surprisingly has a circuit house and a small village scattered over the highs and lows of steep hill.

12440 ft. (3792 m) above the ground you have to be really tough to live out here.

This is one of the first accounts of my adventures starting from college days. I shall post the series in continuation of the same. Watch this space for more!

#adventures, #himalayas, #learning, #travel, #youth

Wisdom; me.

Wisdom comes in unexpected ways. Thanks to a lot of books, I’d read, I knew this fact far earlier than I understood its true meaning.

What might be counted as mistakes, I managed to convince myself as being so obvious learning curve. So here I stand, today, not knowing if I am overlaid layers of lies on my behavior that now all I can do is a mistake again and yet not realize I have done one.

It’s time I heard it from someone I least expected from. Surprisingly it wasn’t surprising because I knew I can expect wisdom from any source, thanks to the books.

Outside my office there is a smoking zone. A vendor sells cigarettes, Gutkha and other such consumables at a far end of this side. One might refer to this place as a relaxation lounge, but open and without any seating arrangements. People come to smoke-off their stress and ‘unload’ (read talk) off-the-record.

On one fine day, it seemed like it’d rain. FitBit showed five in the evening. The combination of pleasant weather and evening time invited me to go outside and take a walk.

A colleague was with me. After a few minutes of walk we sat on the side walk itself. A cab driver in uniform was standing nearby who happen to know this colleague of mine. They started chatting. I was all ears. There followed a discussion on Central Govt. and demonetization and later state Govt. policies. Driver seemed a well-read and informed man. In our social setup one may not expect such deep understanding of these matters from a man such as himself. But this is not what made me write this matter. That happened later.

Incidentally, a group of people who were smoking nearby left cigarette stubs on the ground and started to walk away when our driver friend broke the conversation, and to everyone’s surprise, approached this group and asked them to pick the stubs and throw in the bin put along the sidewalk.

That came unexpectedly but added to the beauty of the evening; people picked what they were leaving behind and threw in dustbin with a ‘thank you’ to the driver. Evening was not lame anymore, suddenly everyone around became so attentive to what we were talking.

He returned to us with a smile; I asked him if he had done something like this before and if he had hesitated (not that I noticed any) before approaching people to correct their mistakes for some may not receive that well, especially if questioner is not what you place equal in social hierarchy (a sad truth in India). He replied, ‘Initially, people wouldn’t appreciate a driver approaching them and asking to correct their actions. I realized, after some incidents where they completely ignored me or even asked me to mind my own business or sometimes even to do their bit myself, that I had been somewhat hesitant myself since I subconsciously acknowledged that I am placed lower in society. So, I self-taught and learned, gradually, that to convince others I had be convinced myself (Leadership 101!). Hence, I threw away the prejudices & hesitation and started to speak my mind free –  with authority and concern I feel I have in such situations. I believe everyone can change when you push the right button.

I have also seen that some are there who appreciate me reminding them and may be next time they will repeat what I have done if they see someone else making the same mistake they did. It’s a chain-reaction and once provoked this feeling of responsibility keeps flowing through. I believe in power of conviction and good intentions; after all this entire country is my home and whenever and wherever I will see someone damaging its beauty I will stop, approach and ask them to correct it. People will learn, slowly, eventually.’

It was time to go back to work so I smiled, thanked him and wished him ‘all the best’ to keep making a difference. He smiled back and said, ‘I should too get back to my cab for people would be looking for their driver.’

Of course, I realized that by not stopping people from doing this mistake I was making one myself. I, now, am making one less mistake and, a difference by such small contributions.

Wisdom truly comes in unexpected ways.

#behavior, #delhi, #habits, #india, #lessons, #motivation, #people, #self-realization

Blurry Faces of the city

Blurry Faces of the city is a series of illustrations of the people who are living around us but are rarely noticed and acknowledged in mainstream. I have attempted to see their lives and struggles as they go through the ordeals to keep themselves and their dependents alive – in hope for a better tomorrow.

Please don’t hesitate to share your opinions, thoughts and feedbacks by going at sanjeevkumarpandey’s blog.

-Sanjeev Kumar Pandey | author, sanjeevkumarpandey’s blog

The ice-cream seller

A Friday night, somewhere in Noida.

Clock is about to strike 11 pm. We came out of a restaurant and started walking on the eastbound road alongside a now-slept market. On the road there are auto-rickshaws lined up with their drivers wandering around looking for passengers. Some auto-rickshaws are rushing down the road and some others slowing down to ask if we are intended to go somewhere. Some of them would try to guess the place we are likely to go and shout – ‘So and so much money for blah-blah place… Get in!’ We would answer some and ignore others. I know it is their daily practice so it hardly makes a difference what we really say. Deal is – are we getting into it or not? Actual listening would start only after either we nod to a fixed amount or the meter is down – which would be rare thing to happen so mostly for us and for most of the commuters it is the first one.

Amidst this, a police car came and from it a policeman wearing a washed away shade of standard-brown-police-uniform shouted on the owners of the roadside food stalls to close the business. Meanwhile a companion of the theirs, a motorcycle-ridden policeman, patrols the adjacent alleys and then signaled one of the stalls to bring food to the police car.

This must have been a routine for these stall owners and the patrolling party too.

We kept walking towards the end of this market where there is a traffic signal – mostly ignored by all during this time of the night. Just before the signal, around a corner standing in ebony skin was a thin boy of age around 17 with his ice-cream trolley.

He had his skeleton prominently visible. All the features of it – the cheek bones, eye-ball sockets, collar-bones, elbows. His head appeared large though – due to unkempt hairs those fashioned a brownish color owing to dust gathered in them.

One can easily be startled by an ‘apparently unprecedented’ form of living being when least expecting. Not even in figment of imagination I would have thought this structure of bones, flesh and blood.

So I reacted, – “What are you doing on this side of the road!? There are no restaurants or anything luring for people to crowd around!”

“Cars stop here sir.”, came a reply riding on a voice that was sure of itself but also a little sad. “They buy from me. I am here for those customers.”, he added sounding defending his ground.

“Why not move a little closer to the market behind the bus stand?”, I said almost rhetorically.

“There is already a trolley on the northern corner. Two of us can’t sell together, we have to cover larger area, plus we have to follow a strategy of being visible at a certain place in continuation of positions – a series of trolleys placed at a certain distance from each other would form such a chain that would induce the ‘desire’ by repetitive stimulous to vision and mind”, he spoke in authoritative and compelled voice while narrating his sales plan.

He was getting into it. I’d drawn him into a conversation now. Earlier it was merely asking and answering. By this time, I had understood that he could talk more freely now. His body language suggested that he was at ease and the cover of defense that mind had created was gone.

I could see him more clearly now, for now he didn’t feel embarrassed, or offended, when I ‘stared’ at him.

Those eyes could not have been more alert and skin did not wear wrinkles and a nice bath would have had brought-out a smooth chocolaty tone instead of grainy and dusty brown one.

Teeth were surprisingly white against the common notion about tobacco eating mouths and surely one would have been able to count all the ribs if he’d took off his yellow-brown shirt.

He probably read my thoughts for he spoke suddenly, “I’ll put on some weight once my worries are over sir.”

I looked at him in awe and he went on with his story of leaving his village in Buxar (Bihar)and coming to Delhi to work in a factory that produced packaging items.

There came a mention of his father and his eyes lit up, his hands clutched the pushing-bar of his trolley harder as if they were the hands of his father whom he probably has longed to grab and cry, sharing his ordeals. It became ‘necessary’ to talk about something else to do away with the emotional overwhelm.

“So which ice-cream do you like?”, I made an attempt to change the subject but came no reply from the him. I felt a little embarassed to ask such a stupid question after a heavymoment. I, however, threw away that feeling and asked another question.

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“When do you start your sale?” I asked, while pretending to read from the items’-chart hanging from the top of the trolley.

“From afternoon 3.”, he glanced at that menu chart and looked away on the road to our right.

“And when will you go home?”, I continued.

“I am waiting for some friends, the other trolley manning men, who would be going with me. It is risking life and property to travel alone on these roads due to some anti-social elements who will strip you of everything and wouldn’t hesitate to put a knife into you, so we go in groups.”, he said gravely while his forehead frowned.

The timing of this response could not have been worst, so to lighten the air I asked, “For how much did you sell today?

“Not much – only 1200 Rupees. Usually I make 2000-2500.”

“I understand that that money goes to the company. What do you get?”

“16% of my sales amount.”

“So you get it monthly?”

“I wouldn’t survive on monthly salary if it is this less! I keep my 16% every day… and I don’t like ice-cream sir.”

His friends arrived and he left with them; talking while waving hands animatedly. Sharing stories from the day. Sharing their common worries and pacifying what’s there to pacify.

#city-life, #deprived, #ice-cream, #livelihood, #raising-voice, #struggles, #youth

The Book God Owes Me

1-Books“Oh you do enjoy reading as I do!”, I exclaimed.
“Yes! Yes! Indeed. I am the one people call book-worm!”, she reached for the coffee and took a sip of it.
“Coffee here is famous?”
“Yes, as they say so unless it is not so true!” I laughed on my own half-cooked joke and she pretended.
“So what did you read last? And since how long this obsession is from?”, I looked away from the beggar boy outside the glass to her only to find her staring at the same boy.
I coughed to get her attention back.

“I’m sorry what did you ask?”, she reacted embarrassed. “Sorry, I got carried away with the view outside. It’s a beautiful weather, isn’t it? Looks like it’d be raining again.”
“Yes I guess it is. How would you go back if it starts raining?”, I asked.
“I would go with my girlfriend. She’d come to pick me; lives around here, you see.”, she explained.
“Oh great! That would save me from the trouble.”, I said and followed a combined half-laugh.

I knew she was lying and it would be me dropping her once rain started.

“You didn’t tell me, what did you ask me about?”, she broke my thoughts.
“I probably asked a wrong question earlier, let me rephrase myself.” (Smile) “What are you reading currently?”
“Nothing as of now but I read Arvind Adiga last..”, she started to speak.
“No way! The White Tiger! That’s my favourite!”, I interrupted overjoyed.
“No doubt it would be; beautifully written it is”, She continued. “But I am now wondering what would be my next pick.”, she finished her coffee and put down the cup.
“As this one was amazing, I can settle for no less for next one.” She said while wiping her lips with tissue.
“And I can’t settle for anything less than them.” I thought in my sub-conscious.

“It’s not too hard. Here, take this.”, I stretched my newly purchased copy of ‘The Kite Runner’ towards her.
“Khalid Hussainy! Why, this should be the one. Yes!” She took it from me and flipped it front and back a couple of times before putting it down on table while still clutching it from bottom.
“You have a great sense in these things. I must admit, I am impressed.”, she smiled with carefree air for the first time.
“Thanks, that’s what everyone tells me.”, I took the compliment as I consider it my right. I am always good at taking comments and compliments reasonably well than most.
“Oh nice! See? I knew you are good!”, she sported her heart-aching smile again. One would do anything to see that again and again.
“Thank you. I know I am.” , I didn’t try to be modest as I consider it a very common and unyielding practice.
“Well, so I guess I would just buy this one now.”, she said.
“No. Why, you can keep this.”, I pushed the book that was now resting on the table, towards her.
“Oh no! No! Please I’ll get a new one plus I have to go to the store anyway today for my sister’s daughter.”, she said while pushing it back towards me.

I put a finger from the other side to stop her sliding it.
“No. I’m sure you’d have to go there but please keep this, I insist.”, I literally insisted and said it literally.
“Oh what are you going to do then?”
“I’ve another copy of it.”, I lied and I guess she knew it too but didn’t press the matter any further.

She left without her girlfriend coming to pick her as it didn’t rain and I paid the bills before getting out half an hour later when it actually started to.

I looked up and raised an eyebrow in question, “Now who needs the weather?”

-By sanjeevkumarpandey @https://sanjeevkumarpandey.wordpress.com

 

#books-2, #dating, #faith, #india, #situations, #story, #writers, #youth