He was frustrated- frustrated over his bosses extreme bossy nature, frustrated over the fight with his colleagues over the way he wants them to work with him, frustrated over his family always bugging him to marry when he said he doesn’t want to, frustrated over the way life had treated him, frustrated over his girlfriend who dumped him for his assistant, frustrated over the stupidity he did trusting her.

He was about to sleep, thinking about all the frustrations of life. But at these times, when you are thinking about the dilemmas of your life, you always think of god. God wanted it like that. He wanted us to remember him at-least sometimes in our life. So, he created all the valleys in life so that you can just tumble down and remember him. Otherwise in this busy world we don’t even remember our very closed ones. And thus he remembered him.

“Why?”

He had nothing else to ask. And even God was confused to give an answer. So, he just slept.

God was bemused about what to do. So, he searched in his computer for the folder about the man’s life. He didn’t remember what he planned for him. He found it, read it and just smiled. It was just too easy.!

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The next day was going the same way for him. He woke up frustrated, brushed frustrated, got fresh frustrated, had breakfast frustrated. He was one frustrated fellow! His parents again bugged him about his marriage plans but stopped when they saw his frustrated face. God was looking at all of it- smiling. Just when his assistant saw him.

“Why are smiling God?”

“I found the solution to his problems”

“And what is that?”

“Just watch!”

The man drove his car to his office. He knew even today he wont be able to convince his boss that the product they are making wouldn’t fetch them any profit. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get any help from his colleagues. But he didn’t knew that God was watching him. He was prepared for the worst.

He was sitting in his cabin. Just when his phone rang.

“Sire! Miss Gitika has come to meet you. She wants to talk to you about some product fault.”

“Hmm…ohk let her in” He said as he prepared himself for something worse-a complaint!

He started acting as if he had a lot of work to do. He started looking in his files.

KNOCK KNOCK!!

“Come in.”

He still didn’t look up just to avoid the complaint. He knew there was a flaw but he was himself fighting with people in his company about it. But, then she had different plans.

“Sir?” Her voice was pleasing. He HAD to look up.

A girl in the mid 20’s, average height, clear face was standing in front of her- looking nervous.

“Yes? You came for some complaint?”

“No.”

“Then? you are Gitika right?”

“Yes. But I am not here for complaint.”

“So, why are you here?”

“For the post of your assistant…” He was baffled. But she continued. “…Actually, Mrs. Nayyar told me you had an assistant but he left and you don’t like to take anyone in now. So,….” This time she just stopped and smiled to him. It was done. Her smile was beautiful. It was magical and the magic worked.

He hadn’t even smiled for so long. But, he was smiling in return. He could do nothing but smile. God did it. His idea worked.!

PS: the post is dedicated to a very dear friend whose smile is what made me think about this story and whose ‘encouragement’ made me write this, although its all fiction.

PS: rock on!!!

Now before I tuck in and attempt to drive away these mental ghosts of how I wasted the entire week on the pretext of relaxing my frayed nerves before IIFT exam, let me give out some advice for free for those who believe they can crack it with proper guidance this time next year.

First of all, make sure you do not involve yourself in any sort of online share trading simulation game which will eat away you entire day. After you make sure of that fix your sleeping habit, if you sleep too late or wake up late or do both. Try to get into a normal routine and don’t screw around with your body clock. It is extremely sensitive and once broken, can’t be fixed in time, not even by the expert Swiss watch makers. Next comes your time-table. Take out some time to relax but DON’T use that pretext to play Resident Evil 5 at a friend place late into the evening. (Off topic note: Resident Evil 5 is awesome. Check out the gfx) Moving on, if there is some book in the house that you are dying to read, (like Chetan Bhagat’s IIMA motivational story, 2 States) cover it in a sheet of brown paper and lock it away in some obscure cupboard. DO NOT stay up whole night reading the book, laughing hoarsely and waking up neighbours. In case, there is no other choice than to do so, then make sure you DO NOT relate it to your own lost love and frustrations regarding it. It will keep you up for a couple more hours and make you feel miserable. And most importantly, double check to make sure, that after such a night you DO NOT have an AIMCAT scheduled. Because if you fuck that up on the day prior to IIFT, owing to whatever reason, then instead of being motivated and gung-ho about the exam tomorrow, you’d be sitting here and writing a post regarding what not to before IIFT. Enough advice already.

Not much time left. I still have to ping everyone who is online in my list and ask for *best of luck* wishes. I suppose that just about clears up any misgivings you might have been harbouring regarding my earth shattering preparation and confidence. –sic-

Later

“Dhoni ke teen bandar” That was the title line for the story which was flashing on a national news channel after the first match of the Australia-India ongoing series.

What they showed under it was funny.! No..! It was hilarious.!
What a way of criticism.?! For people who worship cricket, it was very entertaining. But on the flipside-What the beep was that?!

What Dhoni did was that he still praised Praveen Kumar after the loss. But he was worth it.! He and Harbhajan played and made it look like India was winning. If it was not them India would have lost by miles.!

Another thing what Dhoni said was that he was satisfied with the fielding of the Indian team so far. Now, what exactly was said by him was that he was happy with the improvement in Indian team’s fielding so far. But yes, he should be criticized.

Indian team’s fielding was not satisfying in this match and he should have not been satisfied.

But the way they showed the clip again and again was torturous.! You can tell a person that he is wrong but it does not give anyone a right to make a mockery. And not surprisingly, earn money through it. Isn’t this the HARAM KA PAISA?

They should be criticized, but not like dogs.! Give them some space..! Criticize them but atleast let them feel guilty about it.

But the way they have done it always end up in making one feel that it was overdone.!

When now India has won the second match by a very big margin of 99 runs, our very own cricketers are considered the Gods.!

Why this double standard policy? May be just to earn money.! That’s what they are getting. Morality is not the feature, but money is, spice is. I think if this could change now, but its a pity that the common Indian man is helping them by watching them, with there eyes glued to the television screen and laughing on others mockery without thinking about morals.

Its sad.

I have been using it,  for so many days, so many times. I have got used to it and also got used to the abuse, the hatred. I traveled in the local bus, daily. The reason for this abuse and hatred was my beard. It told everyone that I was a Muslim guy. Just because of my beard, they forgot the I was also a human.! They even forgot that I traveled with them everyday.!

Not everyone though. There was Suhani, my colleague. She never said anything, which hurt me. She was very sweet. But then, she was sweet with everyone. I wasn’t special. But at least I was equal.

Then there was Rahim Chacha. He was another person whom I talked with. He told his daily experiences to me. What all they told him to the very first day they realized he was Muslim was very painful and in fact to be correct, disgusting.!

I had studied in great places, very reputed colleges and was now working at a very good company. But this daily abuse was pathetic. They never missed a chance. They just said,

“Kaum hi kharab hai sali”

They might be just a few words to blabber, but they rang everytime in my head.!!

Today was the perfect day for them. Neither Suhani nor Rahim Chacha were present today.

“HEY! Mr. Terrorist! Come here.” One of them hauled. I went towards him.

“Hmmm…Can you prove you are a Muslim?” What kind of question was that?

I didn’t answer. HOW CAN I???

“Answer motherfucker..!..Alright. I’ll check it for myself.”

I was not sure what he was upto. But what he did was shameful, disgraceful..! It was a perfect day. And he did his best to embarrass me to the edge.

He suddenly pulled my pants off.!

Everybody started laughing.

I would have cried, but I didn’t. It was the perfect day. The Bus stopped and I got down from it. It wasn’t the destined stoppage, but after going through what happened, I just wanted to run away as quickly as I could.

The bus started to move and suddenly it was blown to pieces..! Booooom….and what was left was only the non-living parts of the bus.

It was a perfect day and I did it.!

No Regret.!

PS: As far as I know this is hypothetical.

PS: It only takes 2 seconds to do the evil.

Though he was a Christian by birth, he loved diwali,the day destined to meet all his friends. He was leaving  from Sumatra to India for this re-union.

The next morning at Delhi..

He saw the newspaper..

“Earthquake Flattens Sumatra..”