Be bold to face crisis I was just relaxing on Sun…


Be bold to face crisis
I was just relaxing on Sunday being a weekly holiday. My husband and only daughter were out of station and returning on next day. It was 10 a.m. in the morning when i received a telephone call. It was a call from a friend of mine informing about the burglar, who sneaked in one of the houses in the locality and decamped with booty. The police have already commenced investigation. Immediately, a past incident of about 5 years back happened to me in my life flashed to my mind.
In those days, it was my regular practice to return home from the bank invariably before sunset.Realizing my difficulties to keep timings, while going to bank and return home, my husband had presented me a two-wheeler-ladies motor bike on the occasion of my 25th birth day.Being a lady, I had to take precautions while driving the bike in view of the bad road conditions which prevailed in the city. One day, there was a delay of more than two hours due to the presence of auditors, to whom I had to provide relevant information. My branch was undergoing internal audit. On that particular day, when I was supposed to work for late hours, branch manager arranged bank’s car to drop me home. Normally, whenever I sit late my boss used to provide me bank’s car. While coming back from the bank, probably he might have felt unsafe of me riding alone on my two-wheeler. By the time I reached home it was already 8.30. p. m. Immediately after entering home, my habit was to check the messages recorded in the telephone. The answering machine displayed two calls. One was from my husband Pravin that he may be late by two hours. Another message was just hello, hello, and expressed repeatedly why the instrument was not lifted. It appears, he was surprised to hear Pravin and Priti not available, you may leave your name, telephone number and the reason for call in brief. Probably, this gentleman does not know the facility of recording message in the phone.
I was staying in the rented house along with my husband on the first floor consisting of two bedrooms with attached bath, specious hall and kitchen. The owner was staying in the ground floor. I wanted to relax for some time in order to be relieved from whole day’s exertion. After about five minutes, I went to kitchen with an intention to prepare the dinner. I had no mood to start, I thought of taking rest for sometime. I sat on the sofa to watch the television. There were no good programmes. I was just changing the channels with speed using the remote. In one of the channels, there was an announcement regarding a criminal, who was involved in number of crimes including murder and dacoity. His photograph was displayed on the TV screen. He was a middle-aged man having big moustaches, baldheaded, and black complexion with a 5 feet 9 inches height and a noticeable scar on the forehead. On seeing this man, one thing flashed to my mind having seen this person yesterday on the road. I had in my mind the complete picture of this man. An amount of Rs.1 lac was announced as a reward for those, who trace out and report to nearest police station. In the meantime, I heard a sound from the outside and became scared. I went to the balcony to know from where the sound was emanating. It was nothing but a passerby, who was drunken and shouting with at the top of his voice. After convincing myself, I went back to the sofa to watch TV.
I was thinking seriously, why Pravin didn’t come even after two hours. I was just muttering to myself about Pravin never adhering to keep up the time even on a single day inspite of repeated promises. Whenever I asked him to return from his office as early as possible his reply was straight, expressing inability to return early due to an important project entrusted to him. If I ask him to apply at least a week’s leave to go out for jolly trip, his reply was something like eatrlier & disappointing. He told me that he was doing in a specific time frame an important project to be completed within a time bound programme. He further said if this project was completed within a stipulated time with success, he would get promotion with hike in the salary and certainly think of going out for a week. It was not possible for us even to plan for honeymoon even after completing the second wedding anniversary. I was really frustrated with the sorry state of affairs prevailing between us. I was also equally responsible for this, because of my nature of responsibility as an Officer-in-charge of the Loans section in the bank.
It was already half past 10; there was no sign of my husband reaching home. I went to balcony and opened the door and window curtain to see outside. There was absolutely pin drop silence on the road. On the terrace of opposite house a young lady was feeding her baby by showing towards twinkling stars on the sky. I was able to hear her song “Twinkle, twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are…” There were no traffic and pedestrians on the road. One car and two bikes were parked just in front of our house. I was seriously thinking and getting nervous because of Pravin’s late coming. Then my attention was diverted outside towards the big banyan tree existed just opposite to our balcony. A middle-aged man having big mustaches was standing. He resembled with the man shown in the TV just few minutes before. He was busy in conversing with somebody over cell phone. I didn’t pay much importance to the man and again sat on the sofa to relax. My curiosity to see that man increased. Again, I went to the balcony and observed with anxiety. He was speaking in the cell phone but looking towards my balcony. I was very sure and confirmed that the man who was outside must be the same person displayed in the TV. I became nervous and restless and my heart was beating at a faster rate. At that point of time, it was 11 p.m. I had no other choice except to keep myself free from fear. The horror movie was on the TV. Immediately, I changed the channel to another which was showing a comedy serial. I made up my mind to prepare some light food with papad and bhajji. Pravin had warned me not to eat oily foods, which may lead to ill health. I went to balcony again and observed outside. The same person was sitting beneath the tree. But this time his attention was straight towards my balcony where I was standing. A doubt flashed in my mind. I wanted to see him very closely hence took a binocular and viewed through it. Even in the dim light I could see clearly the big moustache, black face and the identity mark scar on the forehead. His dress was not clearly visible. My curiosity was increased and viewed with close angle. When I realized fully that he was none other than the person shown on the TV, at that point of time, I was thunderstruck and panicked not knowing what to do further. Immediately, I had decided to close the windows, balcony door and all other doors and checked the locks perfectly. I tried to check the day’s paper to get details about the man. I wanted to see him again in the TV. I could not remember the channel. As such, I was checking all the channels with the help of remote. I failed to get the particular channel, where this man was shown. I wanted to recollect the telephone number of police station and got it from the telephone directory. But due to fear, I didn’t want to inform police. I just wanted to contact Pravin and seek his advice in this regard. The security guard in his office told me that Pravin had already left. I thought Pravin might take another 15 to 20 minutes to reach home. I went to puja room and offered prayers for few minutes. I became brave to some extent and again went to balcony. To my surprise the mustache man was not there. Suddenly, I took a deep breath and I was about to close the balcony door, I saw the same man was standing at the different location. This time he was not using the cell phone but looking towards me as if he wanted to target our house. Virtually, I became very much upset and failed to think properly as to how I should get out from this danger. I had no way left except to pray God to rescue me from the untoward incidence going to happen. I could not control my senses under such a situation. In the absence of Pravin, I had no courage to take any drastic action. But I tried to apply my mind in order to overcome the situation. First action was closing all the doors and windows with double locking. Secondly, inform the owner over telephone to come to my rescue in case of such eventuality. Last, I prayed God to give me strength to jump in to the action, when expected. I sat on the sofa with an intention to relax. In the meantime, i heard somebody knock on the main door. I had purposely disconnected the doorbell connection for safety purpose. When the door was being knocked repeatedly, I went slowly towards the main door. I peeped into the small safety glass provided on the door. The mustaches man was staring without any movement of his eyes. Next moment, another person in place of him appeared! He was exactly the same person as shown on the TV. Screen. The series of events, which took place within a few minutes, resulted in me a kind of psychological weakness. I prayed to God that Pravin should come and drag these persons out. To my bad luck he was not Pravin!!! I was really surprised to see the man, who was none other than the owner of the house. I was thinking why this man has come all of a sudden in the late night. He was supposed to collect on first of every month for collection of monthly rent. Within a minute number of questions passed through my mind. I tried to gain strength to face the situation. I became little bold and decided to open the door very slowly. Thereafter the events that took place were beyond my expectation and ended very fast one by one!!
When I tried to open the door cautiously, a strong man came in front of the owner and stopped me and with his right hand and leg pushed the door and with the left hand shut my mouth. I had to struggle very hard to be free from this man. He entered inside. I could see him with full consciousness and realized he was the same person to whom the police department had announced award. When it was confirmed to me, as he was none other than criminal, I fell on the floor with giddiness.
Priti! Priti! a voice came and water sprinkled on my face, which made me to open my eyes slowly. I was lying on the thigh of my husband Pravin. He was treating me with special care. Then I regained my consciousness and asked Pravin to lodge complaint to police to arrest the thief, who entered inside. Pravin was laughing and said nobody was there. My husband clarified me that the rowdy I had seen in TV was a sequence of the serial, wherein the announcement was made to nab the culprit? I had utterly failed to distinguish between fiction and the real life due to rapid surfing of channels. I would have come to know the truth, if I were watching the serial for at least five minutes. Pravin also clarified me that the man with mustache seen outside was real. He was an insane person moving in the town causing fear among the people. The cell phone in his possession was a toy phone. I also understand from Pravin that he was continuously looking our balcony and thereafter knocked the door. The owner of the house, who rushed here at right time to prevent the mishap. I realized the remaining series of events were nothing but my own imagination due to psychological pressure, I was undergoing.
By the time, I stopped my memory of recollecting the past incident, there was a sound of call bell. I went to the main door and opened. The same friend, who telephoned to me sometime back, arrived to report the latest position about the burglary.

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Published in: on ಜುಲೈ 28, 2006 at 6:00 ಫೂರ್ವಾಹ್ನ  Comments (2)  

Who is worthy? son or disciple…? It was a reg…



Who is worthy? son or disciple…?
It was a regular practice of the paper boy to throw the newspaper abruptly in one of the residences without realizing the impact like inconvenience and displeasure of the reader. Sometimes the paper hit on the inhabitant and he or she becomes angry. If it fell on the floor, all the pages in the newspaper spread everywhere, make it difficult to arrange pagewise. This was almost a regular practice in the house called “Shanti.” It was really surprising that no inhabitant protest this kind of misbehaviour. There were three residents in the house. The eldest member of the family was Janardan, whose age was about 70 years. He was a retired teacher. His only son Balawant, whose age was about 40 years. He was working as an Executive in the M.N.C. Lastly, his daughter-in-law Bakula, whose age was about 35 years.She was housewife and social activist. It was clear from the behaviour of Balawant that he diregarded his father. Because, Balawant was completely under the control of Bakula. He never protested whenever ill treatment done to his father.Balawant was observing the rudeness of the paper boy and misbehaviour of his wife with his father. He never banged either paper boy or his wife. His intention was not fair. Janardan had no option except to keep quite tolerating the misbeahviour from the paper boy and daughter-in-law. The English daily was exclusive use of Janardan. Both Balawant and Bakula never touch this paper and refuse to pay the monthly bill. Balawant used to get news paper and magazines from his Company.
Janardan was making payment of paper bill out of his pension every month.Bakula was very much fond of reading film, fashion technology and foreign magazines. She wanted to have these periodicals without spending money. She had developed a bad habit of obtaining these magazines from her friends, who were reluctunt to part with and even expressed displeasure every time. She didn’t care the insult from the neighbours.
Janardan wanted to spend rest of his life in a peaceful manner. Where was the peace for him? Son and daughter-in-law were giving lot of trouble and pointing out mistakes, eventhough he was right. The elderly man’s life was nothing but miserable. Balawant was quite alright till his marriage and promptly attending to all his father’s needs. The attitude of Balawant was completely changed after the marriage with Bakula. Her nature was quite different. She was making false allegations against the old man.Balawant never bother to verify the reality in the allegation. Her hatredness towards the old man continued and there was no sign of stoppage. Why Bakula misbehaves with her father-in-law? She was in the habit of telling her friends that she belongs to an affluent family. But in reality, it was quite contrary. She was born and brought up in a poor family. Her father was working in a private firm as a clerk and the mother was stitching the ladies blouse and dress. How Balawant married this lady was a different story. Before joining the present company, Balawant was working in the private firm, where Bakula’s father was a clerk. When both of them became friends and intimacy developed. Frequent visits to his house resulted in love with Bakula. Balawant married her inspite of the protest from his father. Janardan disliked her for three reasons. Firstly her nature of behaving with others was not good. Secondly, she belongs to another caste. Thirdly,she was elder to Balawant by two years.At that time, Janardan not only protested,but went to her parents told them to forget the marriage with his son on these three counts. This was the main reason for Bakula to hate father-in-law. Balawant did not accept the father’s argument and told him to keep quite.Janardan had no other option except to allow his son to marry Bakula. He swallowed all types insults done to him. Balawant tried to change her behaviour could not succeed.Thereafter, he became wife’s real husband and oblizing her in all matters without realizing right or wrong. On one evening, husband and wife were viewing a t.v. serial and the story was just similar to their real life. Only change was the presence of wife to the old man.In the serial the son was repenting about the ill treatment given to the parents and requesting them to parden. Even his wife also was requesting them to forget the events happened earlier. Bakula at that point of time, switched off the t.v. Balawant was silent and did not ask her the reason for abruptly switching off the t.v. From that day onwards, the bad days commenced for Janardan.Inorder to free from all the worries he took the shelter of newspaper and spends most of the time in going through all the pages not leaving even ads. He was in the habit of going through the news, articles and editorial with full concentration.He had a rare habit of observing keenly on the pictures printed in the paper and stops for a while and think seriously about his desire to have his picture in the paper. He used to express himself, why he was not getting the chance of appearing his picture in the paper? Everybody can have desire and try to achieve.It depends on individual to individual depending on the capacity to achieve the desire. For printing pictures irresepective of the purpose in the paper, wealthy people fufil their desire by spending any amount. Middle class people for right purpose struggle hard to appear their picture in the paper. But such people never get success all the time because of inability to spend money. In the case of poor, such desire even though for the right purpose could not achieve success due to economic condition. He was thinking for himself that rich people get their picture printed in the news paper for any purpose like birth day, engagement, higher studies to abroad and marriage etc. Whereas, middle class and poor section of the society get the opportunity of publishing their pictures for the outstanding work like distiction in professional course, adventurous activity and proceeding to abroad for higher studies on merit basis.
Janardan had one desire to see his own picture in the paper. To achieve this, he knew very well the desire cannot be fulfilled. He was fully aware of the fact that it was an impossible task. He was also aware that apart from spending money, there must be proper reason like good deeds, rare adventure and victory in election. All these acts were out of reach for him.Even in dream also he cannot visualise such events.He put a question to himself like, why alone good deeds needed? His reply was even a person commit murder or robbery his picture will be published.If a person earn name and fame,in the politics, industrial field and business world, his picture, name and writeup will be published in the paper.
One day, as usual Janardan was going through the newspaper. He was surprised to see his classmate’s picture.He was being garlanded by number of people standing in the que. Janardan expressed himself that this fellow was stupid in the student days and always involved in fighting with other students. His worst nature was teasing the girls.But today how this man has become a political leader. the secret of his success was entry in the politics and got elected as a member of parliament. In the next page of the paper, there was another picture of a husband and wife celebrating the silver jubilee of their marriage. This was possible for the couple because it was sponsored by children and grand children. Janardan could not tolerate with grief
expressed, “the only son to whom I have sacrificed everything for providing good education and he became disobediant and made my life miserable.”
Some people, whose picture never appear in the newspaper during their life time and get the opportunity after demise under the column ‘obituary.’ As regards his achievements,Janardan considers himself as a noble man. He even compared himself with so called famous teachers. He thinks that they rose to the top due to good luck not hard work.
Janardan was studied upto graduation and post graduation in Education. he served as a teacher in the private higher secondary school.In those days, the salary was not sufficient.It was very difficult for him to maintain the family with the limited income.His wife was suffering from a disease and little hope of getting recovery. He made sincear efforts to recover her resulted in vain. One day, she died in the hospital.At that time Balawant was studying 5th standard. He had to undergo innumerable problems.But Janardan did not lost hope of providing good education to the son. Balawant was very intelligent in studies right from 1st standard to post graduation. His son secured distinction obtaining highest marks in the school. Janardan with the insufficient income decided to send his son to a reputed management school. Balawant was able to complete the course M.B.A.with rank. One of the reputed companies had selected him in the campus interview and posted as an Executive Trainee.
Janardan was not happy because his son got good education, status and not character.
Balawant was promoted as a top Executive and married a girl of his choice. At the time of marriage, his son failed to understand the poision mixed with flower. Balawant was utterly failed because neither he obeyed father nor took wise decision to marry this girl.Janardan felt very much because his son was fully aware that the wife was not on the right path.Bakula was keeping affectionate relationship with husband. The father being a old man was unable to set right the things.
Janardan was tolerating all the sufferings with the positive hope that son and his wife will mend their attitude after realising the truth. But even after five years, the hopes of the old man shattered. At this point of time Janardan had two options. One chioce was to continue to be with them tolerating all kinds of sufferings. Second choice was to quit the house and lead the life with the income of pension. Ultimately, he had to opt second choice. Even then also he had two options of informing the son or without informing. But he took firm decision to leave without information. He thought, in case of prior information of leaving both may create problems. He wanted to spend the remaining life in Ashram by donating every month out of his pension.
he was travelling in abus from one place to another in search of ashram. One day he was travelling in a bus and observed a co-passanger was reading the newspaper. After few minutes, the co-passanger seeing his eagerness to see the paper gave middle pages. Janardan was in tension and glanced the pages with half hearted. As per his practice his attention went to the pictures. Suddenly his heart was beating very fast. He was surprised to see his own picture in the paper with the caption “Absconding.” The matter beneath was as follows.
The above person appearing in the picture with a height of 5 feet 6 inches wearing dark spectacals and having scar mark on the forehead, lean, bald head and not fair in complexion absconding for the last one week. He was mentally retarded and hospitalised and speaks English fluently. He left with Rupees one lakh from the house “Shanti” 5th Main, Paradise colony, Vishweshpura pin- 333300. Those who find the person may please be handed over to the nearest police station or contact phone=673245 or cell no. 9844339900.
His son was also lodged a complaint in the police station.
Janardan was really shivering after seeing the ad. He was unable to decide the future course of action. He immediately got down at the next stop and running with proper destination. As a result of this, he was in panicky. A car was passing on the same road, where the old man was running.Driver of the car parked the car just by the side of the road and proceeded towards old man. Observing the danger, Janardan was sacred and thought this fellow might have seen the picture in the paper and may handover me to the police. He also observed a police official seated in the car. His suspicion of handing over police was confirmed. When the person approached very close to the old man, he told with folded hands,” Sir, for God’s sake do not handover me to police. I prefer to die rather than see the face of my ungrateful son and wicked daughter-in-law.”
The man who got down from the car has assured the old man not to worry and be care free. He took the old man up to the car and asked to get in. The old man not knowing the further developments agreed to proceed with them in the car. The car went staright to the police oficial house. On the way, Janardan was thinking seriously about these persons reality and getting fear in case of being kept in the police custody. When the car reached police officer’s home, the old man was treated with good respects. The police officer himself was looking after him. After some time, the old man was provide with the light nourishment and assured him no to be scared. He was also told nothing untoward woul be happened. Janardan seeing his treatment with love and affection felt nothing will be done to him. The police officer introduced himself as Superindent of Police of the district and said he was a student of Janardan in the school. With due respects to his teacher, he revealed the unforgettable events happened during those days.
” I was born in a poor agricultural family. My father was a farmer having 3acres of dry land in the village and mother was not educated and diong petty jobs in the field. I had my primary education at the village. I remember even today, my father died, when I was studying in 7th standard. His death was due to a disease and not diagnosed properly by the village doctor. Apart from this, he was not provided with a timely medical treatment. During the same year, I lost my mother. The main reason for her death was due to the untimely death of her husband. I became orphan. I came to city with an intention to continue the study. I had undergone lot of trouble in the absence of money. I had no other option except to beg. One petty businessman from my village came to rescue. He had lot of sympathy towards my father. Because my father was working with him and oblizing to attend all kinds of odd jobs. He took the responsibility of meeting my hostel bill. Another gentleman from my village who had tremendous faith in my father helped me to bear the school fees, books and cloths. These persons came forward for help because of my sharp knowledge and best performance in the class. I took admission for 8th standard in High school. In the same school Sri Janardan was English language teacher.He was fond of me because of my soft nature and top in obtaining highest marks in the class. I used to call him as ‘sir.’ On number of occasions, Sir had helped me in the shape of kind aswell as cash.His sincear help in getting me scholarship was an unforgettable event in my life. In the absence of this, I would not have continued the education. Some times, I had no money to purchase books and one set of clothes. Sir realised my problem and extended assistance to get these things.I owe lot to Janardan Sir. I can put it like this. His gratitude and kindness towards me gave a strength and courage to proceed further in acheiving my ambition in life. I was in a position to continue the studies in college and university without break only due to the blessings of my beloved teacher Janardan. I am proud to say that in all the classes right from pre-university to postgraduation, I obtained highest marks.Thereafter, on the advise of Sri Janardan, I appeared for I.P.S. examination and selected at first attempt and joined service in police department. Today, by the grace of Almighty and the best wishes from the people like Sri Janardan,I am holding the position of Superintendent of Police and incharge of this district. I being a young man having bright future in my life.”
With this he concluded his story of struggle in the life. He could not bear the emotion and the tears were rolling in the eyes and prostrated his beloved teacher. Janardan too was equally got emotion and unable to express happiness. He could remember his student’s name as Raghunandan.
The old man narrated his bitter experiences with his son and daughter-in-law and the reasons for parting with them. After listening everything from the teacher, Raghunandan told to be with him for ever and be like a father. Janradan wholeheartedly accepted his beloved student’s request. Raghunandan provided all the comforts to his teacher. Ragunandan was waiting an opportunity to publish his teacher’s picture in the news paper. He could not trace out his latest photograph for sending it to reputed newspaper. Janardan’s fresh photo was taken for this purpose. 15th of succeeding month was his 75th birth day. Raghunandan made arrangement well in advance to send his photo to the paper. Exactly on 15th of that month the picture of Janardan appeared in the newspaper covering full page. Apart from wishing happy birth day, an attractive small write up on his struggle in life was published. Raghunandan was arranged a get together of prominant persons on the eve of his Guru’s 75th birthday. He introduced his teacher as a father to all the dignataries. Janardan was too happy to see his own picture in the paper and blessed his disciple son a bright and prosperous future. In the function, Janardan gave a brief speech and thanked all those who were present in the party.
Balawant came to know through the paper that his father happily settled with his disciple. He had no face to meet his own father.Balawant was in guilty consciousness and thinking how to face the situation.

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Witness and distress As usual I got up at 6 a.m. …


Witness and distress
As usual I got up at 6 a.m. I was unaware of the day being a special day. My wife, who was eagerly waiting for conveying good wishes at the first hour of the day. As soon as I got up, she came to me with smiling face and wished me on the occasion of my 62nd birth day and the second anniversary of retirement from the bank.Both falls on the same day. She always call me as B.V.instead of full name Bhakta Vatsala. This was revealed to my colleagues by somebody. Once one of my close colleague asked me the shortform in the name gives different meaning in Hindi language,be husband instead of Bivi. I replied him don’t intrepret further as ‘Bivi ka gulam’ and ‘Ammavra ganda’. I told him to stop this nonsense and clarified him as I am friend, philosopher and guide to her. I thanked her for conveying good wishes. By the time, I completed bath, puja and break fast it was already 12 noon. I was just relaxing and glancing over the head lines of the newspaper. I heard a sound of somebody knocking the door. I went to the main door and peeped into the small safety glass. I was surprised to see the presence of a police constable holding a cover. Immediately, I could not understand the reason for his coming to my house. I opened the door and asked, “Do you have any work with me?” He told me, ” Sir!I have come here to serve you summons issued by the Gulbarga court to present on coming Monday.Please take one copy and sign on the other copy for having received the same.” I took the summons as per the directions. When I opened the cover, I observed that the summons were issued in connection with the car accident case happened at the fag end of my service. I felt very much, because the case opened after the gap of two years. The moment, I started recollecting the good and bad experiences of 35 long years, I had both smile and sorrow.Soon after the retirement from the bank service as an Assistant General Manager, I came to Bangalore city along with my family consisting of myself, wife and only son. The summons were served to me, when I was in the process of adjusting to a peaceful life. The sudden development of attending to a court outside Bangalore naturally made me restless. I was surprised for two reasons. Firstly, the inordinate delay of dragging the simple case for two years. Secondly, the summons served to me caused disturbance to my mind.Inspite of this, I felt happy, because the place I am going, happens to be my native place. I was born and brought up in this place. Even I had my education at Gulbarga right from first standard to post-graduation. I was happy because the bank has provided me an opportunity to meet my relatives and old friends. I myself put questions for this sudden development. I tried to find out the answers. Why the court delayed in disposing off the case? Why the person connected with the case called for witness after a long time? Did they not realise long period cause adverse effect on the case?In addition to this, I have in my mind some of the points to be raised. I cannot express all this in front of the honourable judge. As a citizen of the country, I can express my free and frank opinon through the media. I wanted to write an article dealing with this subject and send it for publication in the newspaper or a magazine.
When I was in service holding responsible position, I was entrusted with the job of disposing the disciplinary proceedings against the staff.All these cases were disposed off promptly within the time bound programme given to me. I had to face horrible situation when the important documents connected to the cases, were either misplaced or lost. With the assistance of the dedicated staff, I traced all the files and kept in a proper manner.
The summons referred above was served to me in connection with a case booked under Motor Vehicles Act. I am in a position to remember even today the details of the case. Just six months before my retirement, a car belonging to the bank met with an accident. Mustafa, bank’s driver was in the habit of driving the vehicle fast and the speed was more than the permissible limit. If the condition of the road was good, his driving speed was still fast.I gave caution to him several times to limit the speed within the prescribed limit. His reply was something like assuring confidence. I warned him with strong words like initiating stern action in case of disobediance. Some times I used to tell him mildly, ” Mustafa, take extra caution while driving otherwise you will create unnecessary problems at the time of my retirement.” His reply was casual and not serious. He said, ” Sir my family is consisting of ten members myself, two wives, five daughters, one son and a old mother. In case of accident, I will be the first victim being a driver. Please do not worry and I assure one hundred percent confidence of my driving. During my fifteen years of experience, I never met with an accident barring one or two minor accidents.”
Inspite of these assurances, I was under my own self care. I used to caution him whenever the pedestrains, animals and vehicles coming from the opposite direction. I was very much particular in cautioning him especially heavy vehicles coming with high speed from the opposite side.
In the begening,before joining the bank’s service, Mustafa was driving private trucks and tippers. On the basis of his long experience, he got employment in the bank. Initially, he was appointed on temporary basis. On observing his nature of work and the recommadation of the branch, his services were confirmed. When he was in a position to learn the driving of jeep and car with self confidence, he wanted to become an expert driver.
One day I was proceeding towards Gulbarga in a bank’s car from my Raichur branch on official duty. When I reached two kilometers before Yadagiri, a two wheeler was coming from the opposite direction. Apart from the driver of the two wheeler,another person was seated behind. Both were talking freely and it appears the driver was negligant.The spot on the road was up. The driver was expected to drive with full caution. Due to the worst condition of the two wheeler, it was not going properly. It was clear on the part of the driver of the two wheeler that he was driving with great difficulty. This vehicle was approaching to the car, where I was sitting. If the driver Mustafa took proper judgement and limit his speed at an appropriate time, certainly there was a bright chance of avoiding mishap. Observing the danger, Mustafa tried to apply the break and failed to control the car and hit the two wheeler. As a result of this, two persons on the two wheeler fell on the road with minor injuries. The two wheeler broke in to pieces. In the process, our car hit a big stone on the road side thereby causing damage to the front left side and tyres. By the grace of God, nothing was happened to me and the driver. I remembered God at that moment for coming to our rescue.
Within few minutes crowd gathered and created a big scene. The public present on the scene were trying to compromise between both the parties. One person among them appears to be a leader was approaching both the parties for an amicable settlement. I was under the impression that there was no question of compromise. It was the mistake of the two wheeler driver, who came wrong side and hit the car. I told them if this driver was vigilant and fully aware of the mishap going to happen would not have taken wrong judgement. Our car driver was perfectly alright as far as his driving was concerned. I was compelled to register a case in the nearby police station. The police arrived on the spot and the enqueries conducted as per law. The two persons succumbed to the minor injuries were admitted to the hospital. The news of the accident spread like wild fire through out the area. An advocate conversant with the Motor Vehicles Act was arrived to the spot and took the entire responsibility of moving the case on behalf of the two injured persons.He expressed sympathy towards them and conveyed good wishes for the speedy recovery. Further, he prepared a case by creating additional artificial injuries in collusion with the doctor and insurance official for the purpose of getting more compensation and the reimbursement of the cost of the vehicle.
In the police station tussle began between the two parties. The police registered the first information report (F.I.R.) by taking statements from the concerned parties. The case was registered as a rash and negligent driving of car driver. I pleaded for the defence of my driver and pointed out clearly the mistakes committed by the driver of two wheeler. But the police official did not listen to my plea and argued in favour of the driver of the two wheeler. I could not convince the police official and failed to control the situation. I was confident of my effective presentation to the police. But the police official refused to accept my argument. The police offocial’s stand was meaningless. As per his report, it was due to the sheer negligence of the car driver the mishap took place. Thereafter, the car was seized and the driver was kept under the police custody for a day. I felt very much because of this unforeseen accident on the eve of my retirement.
After two day’s of receiving summons, Mustafa called on me over a phone and requested me to present on the date of hearing. I told him to make arrangement for hotel accomodation and a taxi for a day.
I was thinking seriously about attending to court case. Though it was not pleasnt trip, even then I felt it was a happy occasion to visit Gulbarga. The opportunity of meeting with relatives and friends was provided by the bank. I thought, it was a joyful journey. The railway tickets for Udyan was reserved three days back. The departure of the train was at 8.30 p.m. I was in the railway station 15 minutes before the departure of the train.My seat was reserved in the upper berth no.45. I sat for a while on one of the seats below for some time till everything was settled. I tried to recollect the points for giving witness in the court on next day. The train was about to move at the scheduled time from the station, three persons hurriedly boarded and sat besides me. One of the persons asked me about the seat number. I told them, I will be moving to upper berth within a couple of minutes. Another person asked my introduction. I gave brief introduction. Then, all the three persons introduced themselves as one advocate and others as clients.These three persons belong to Gulbarga and visited Bangalore in connection with their cases at High Court.They continued conversation without realising the disturbance to others. I was just listening and not partcipating with them. The advocate was narrating his own experiences in the court. He told to his friends about one of the clients for a favourable judgement because of benefit of doubt. Others were also sharing their experiences. The other passngers in the bogie were newly married couple with a old lady, and middle aged cuple with their children. After sometime, I moved to upper berth for sleep. There was no sign of stopping the conversation of these three persons. In the meantime they ordered for meals and got it within few minutes. I had food before leaving home. I wanted to have sound sleep. How can I sleep unless these persons stop the conversation. I was just relaxing going through a magazine. Their loud talk was continued one hour. When there was silence in the compartment, I just wanted to see outside.It was raining and the train was moving with maximum speed. In the compartment there was a sound of snoring. I woke up in the morning. My wrist watch showed the time 8.30 a.m. Gulbarga station was approaching. I was keenly watching Hanuman Temple from my left side, Engineering college and railway staff quarters on my right side. It was 8.40 a.m. I reached Gulbarga. I got down from the bogie with my brief case. I was looking for Mustafa on the platform. Even after passing one hour Mustafa did not come. I was surprised and thought for a while the reason for the absence. He never absented like this in the past. Why this time he failed to come? I came out of the station to find out Mustafa. Ultimately, I went to telephone booth to contact the concerned officer in the bank in order to find out the truth. When I was speaking to the officer, I was really surprised to know the reason behind Mustafa’s absence and tears rolled on continuosly. I sat on the floor not knowing what to do next.I lost my senses for a moment. The proprietor of the booth and the people present there were astonished to see my condition and rushed towards me for help.
What was the reason for the absence of Mustafa?
On the previous day the bank tried to contact me for cancellation of the journey. By the time message was sent, I was already left. My wife could not contact me even after repeated efforts. On the previous day in the morning at about 10.30 a.m., the Chief Manager of the branch told Mustafa to be ready for proceeding to Chittapur to attend a meeting.Accordingly, the driver was ready with the car. The Chief Manager, before proceeding told the driver to be more alert and exercise utmost caution while driving because of the worst condition of the road.The driver was most vigilant and driving with utmost care. The place of destination was just 10 kilometers ahead, a bullock cart loaded with gunny bags was coming from the opposite direction. The condition of the road was far from satisfactory.It was a mud road with full of small pieces of stones. As the cart was approaching very close to the car, Mustafa wanted to apply break to stop the car to avoid the mishap. In the process, he lost control over the break and hit the bullock cart making it as a head on collusion. Mustafa might have thought of hitting the bullock cart. But it was quite different. Bulocks and the farmer escaped from the mishap and diverted in the field. Mustafa died instantly due to psychological pressure leaving no scope for medical treatment. Luckily, the Chief Manager, who was seated behind survived with minor injury.
I was really shivering to know the reality. I went to Mustafa’s house and tried to convince his family to be bold to face the tragedy. I prayed God to give them strength to bear the unbearable loss and conveyed the family members, ” May his soul rest in peace.”
I do not know even today whether the case was disposed off or still pending.
A.Vaman Acharya
1001, Double Spring CT,
APEX,27502 N.C. United States of America.

Published in: on ಜುಲೈ 8, 2006 at 7:13 ಫೂರ್ವಾಹ್ನ  ನಿಮ್ಮ ಟಿಪ್ಪಣಿ ಬರೆಯಿರಿ  

Numbers that give you knowledge There are number …


Numbers that give you knowledge
There are number of ways to gain knowledge. My opinion in this direction may differ from others. I think the main source of gaining knowledge comes from three methods. First start from reading good and useful books. Then try to understand what you have read. Lastly, interact what you have read with others. while doing so, one may confront with problems like not getting apropriate meaning of the particular word. Even in dictionary also you may not find the correct meaning. Some times, your understanding for a particular passage in the book may different from others. There is every possibilty of taking wrong sense. While interacting with others, though you may be wrong try to plead with others as correct. I such a situation, I am of the opinion that a learned man must be invited to observe the conversations. He will guide whenever the discussions going out of the way. Following is one of the methods to gain knowledge.
One- Parabrhma or Paramatma or Supreme God is one.
two- Ayana- There are two ayanas,Uttarayana and Dakshinayana.
Pakshas- There are two pakshas, Shukla(Shuddha)next day from Amavasya and
Krishna (Bahula) next day from Pournima
Three- Gunas- Satvas-Satva, Rajas, Tamas
Tense- Past, Present, Future
Four- Veds- Rigveda-Mainly collection of mantras and prayers
Yejurveda- collection of mantras in the form of text & poetry
Samaveda- collection of mantras in the form of song
Atharvanveda- Collection of mantras on Ayurveda
Purusharthas- Dharma, Artha, Kama, Moksha
Means- Sama, Dana, Bheda,Danda
Five Panchbhutas- Prithvi,Aap, Tejas,Vayu, Akash
Vayus- Prana, Apana, Vyana, Udana, Saman
Organs- Eyes, Ears, Tongue,Nose, Skin
Agnis-
Six- Ruthus- Vasant,Grishma,Varsha, Sharat,Hemant, Shashir
Rasas- Salt, Huli, Khara, Kahi, Sihi, Vagaru
Enemies- Kama, Krodha, Mada, Matsar, Moha,
Seven- Voices- SA, RI, GA, MA, PA, DA, NI
COLOURS- Uda, Nerale,Akash, Neeli, Hasiru, Kittale, Kempu

Published in: on ಜುಲೈ 5, 2006 at 4:44 ಅಪರಾಹ್ನ  ನಿಮ್ಮ ಟಿಪ್ಪಣಿ ಬರೆಯಿರಿ  

Faith An illiterate lady fetching milk to a saint…


Faith
An illiterate lady fetching milk to a saint, who was in deep
meditation. She was crossing a river by a ferry.Once she was late due
to non availibity of the boat on time.In such a situation, saint
advised her to utter the name of God and walk through the current.The
day after, when she faced the similar problem and followed the saint’s
advise with full faith and devotion. She chanted mantra without
realising the current. She was successful in her attempt. Her dress was
least affected. The saint who himself later attempted to cross the
river, tried to protect his clothes from getting wet, utterly failed.
The innocent illiterate lady pointed out to him that he lacked faith.

Knowledge helps one’s face challenges
When I was going through a discourse of a learned on the captioned
head, my attention was drawn to a story narrated by him.
Three experts mathematician, scientist and historian were crossing a
river in the boat.The mathematician asked the boatsman whether he knew
mathematics. The boatsman pleaded ignorance.Then mathematician told him,
“A fourth of life has been wasted.” So too was his(boatman) reply to a
scientist who pitted that he has wasted another one fourth of life. The
third was a historian, who too received the same answer and hence the
boatman was told about another part of his life.
Suddenly there was a flood in the river and the boatman politely asked
all the three whether they knew how to swim. When all of them replied
in negative, he said,”Your whole life is wasted.”
Knowledge without the capacity to discriminate may be of no use during
crisis.
Control of passions
As the waters of different rivers enter the ocean, which though full,
remains undisturbed without any swell in its level likewise the desires
filling the mind of self controlled, purely intelligent person cannot
disturb his tranquility. Such a man enjoys everlasting peace, not the
one who turns a slave to his passions.”

Published in: on ಜುಲೈ 2, 2006 at 6:07 ಅಪರಾಹ್ನ  ನಿಮ್ಮ ಟಿಪ್ಪಣಿ ಬರೆಯಿರಿ  

Unforgettable incidence Just I was retired from t…


Unforgettable incidence
Just I was retired from the bank service and relaxing on the sofa viewing television. I switched off the tv and took the news paper lying on the center table. My attention was drawn to a news item published in the news paper crime column. It was about an Executive in the private sector company,who involved in the fradulent case and trapped by the Vigilence Department. The official had pleaded his innocense backed by documentary evidences. Inspite of all the favourable plus points in his favour, he was placed under suspension from service pending enquiry. After going through this, an incident during my service flashed to my mind. I remeber even today every bit of the happenings.
I was working as an Accountant in one of the semi-urban branch of the public sector bank. My nature of work was really a challanging. The work entrusted to me was such that it must be dispossed off promptly. There was no question of keeping the work pending. It was well known fact that the top officials never listen to any excuses. They want only result oriented task. On the other hand, customers expect prompt service on each occasion. My position was fixed between the devil and the deep sea. I remember even tody that horrible day. As usual, I went to the bank on that day before half an hour of the commencement of business hours. Every thing was normal. The day’s work completed at 4P.M.

Published in: on ಜುಲೈ 1, 2006 at 12:37 ಅಪರಾಹ್ನ  ನಿಮ್ಮ ಟಿಪ್ಪಣಿ ಬರೆಯಿರಿ  

Finding place amongst writers club Even today, I …


Finding place amongst writers club
Even today, I remember the piece of advice parted by my sons to me some months back with regard to my interest in literature field. Eldest son shared with me that if I read at least ten good books with full concentration and understanding, I can write one book independently of my own, and the youngest son while going through my writings observed and expressed that instead of constructing complicated sentences, I should try to cultivate the practice of writing small sentence with complete meaning. Pondering over the suggestions given by the both, I found them to be excellent and helpful & also tried to adopt this in toto.

To utilise the advice and put it into practice, I made a sincere attempt to write a short story not exceeding one page for the children of below eight years. The inspiration of writing such stories emerged after reading a story in the supplement of a leading newspaper about an eight years old girl who was having hearing impairment. She was ridiculed and not favored by others because of the impairment, but this defect gave dividend to her when she participated in a debate competition in the school and all of sudden, the electricity went off and only her voice was audible and the judges in contest declared her as winner. I considered various habits in the children like repeatation of words/sentences, reply in the form of songs, stammering, and responding in sign language etc. and was able to write more than fifty stories depicting the shortcomings and how they overcome these challenges in normal life. When these stories were completed, I thought of sending these stories by e-mail to my grand daughter of eight years, who stays abroad under the title “Story for the day”. I received favorable response from her with reagrd to the stories.

I was abroad along with my wife for six months on the invitation of my daughter and son-in-law to visit them. Both were employed in lucrative jobs in the software field and were busy with their respective jobs on the weekdays.Only on weekends and holidays would all of us go outside for jolly trip. Then cropped up a question in my mind of what was to be done during the weekdays to spend the free time at home? As a solution they provided me with a separate room with computer, T.V., printer, its stationary and number of books & magazines.

In the heart of hearts, I was extremely pleased that the day of realising my ambition of writing was fast approaching & thereby I took a firm decision to commence writing. Accordingly, i begun by writing a number of short stories in a regional language & because, I was under the impression that I had to some extent command over the regional language than English. To my surprise, I had completed about 12 short stories in regional language, 4 stories in English and two stories in another regional language. I gave these stories to my eldest son staying close to the place where I was residing, to edit the stories. He had a surprise for me on my birthday, he gifted me 4 copies of printed books containing my short stories duly edited by him, he too is actively involved in the literary field and few books, short stories and articles have been penned by him.

When I returned back to India along with my wife, I had thought of publishing the book around at least 1000 copies. When I was thinking seriously about this, one of my relatives introduced me to his friend, who happened to be a doctorate in English literature and had written number of books. I approached him and submitted the manuscript of short stories with a request to edit. He gladly accepted the same. After about a month I received a call from him and was informed that all the stories were edited by him and a reputed publisher. Further I was told that one of my stories was selected for publication in the collection of short stories to be published by them. I was happy and expressed my gratitude to him as this was my dream come true & thereafter the book was published and released in the book release function. After a day, the gentlemen, who helped during publication asked me to decide whether I would want to publish a book independently containing all the stories written by me. I am yet to take the decision in this regard.

I seriously ponder at times that whether my dream of becoming a successful writer is close to it’s achievement?
By- A.Vaman Acharya

Published in: on ಜುಲೈ 1, 2006 at 4:55 ಫೂರ್ವಾಹ್ನ  ನಿಮ್ಮ ಟಿಪ್ಪಣಿ ಬರೆಯಿರಿ