Dabar or Dhaba

College, a collage of friends, incidents, teachers, daru. Do not think I am missing something, as all college pass outs know study was not the part of our curriculum. From this collage we separate out some pictures which keeps knocking the heart. Yesterday I remembered one of those incidents. May be it was a scary incident, but I am sure it will make you burst in laughter.

Early winters(October), second year of my studies. I was highly addictive to tea. So me and my roomie Amit(Bone Collector) planned to have a tea at khokha(Our college's unique place to TIME-PASS). We asked few more people to come along with us. But no one agreed to come with us. So I and Amit were alone. Generally the roads to khokha have lots of human being with cattle, but today there were none other than us. The cattle were also not there. I did not think much, we kept on walking towards that khokha.
As soon as we crossed the college boundaries, 2 motor cycles stopped along with a car.(:)) Hey they were not kidnapping us, They wanted to ask something. So one of them came towards us and He asked: "OYE: DABAR kahan milega?" (DABAR was a final year student. He was the supremo of the college gunda raaj.)
I looked at Amit asking "who is he?".

But that person was in real hurry. He asked Amit again. Amit understood everything. He though these guys were hungry. He said innocently; "Dhaba to nahi hai kahin aas pass, Han khokhe hai yahan par. Maggie and Paranthe ache mil jaye hai. Bhukh lagi hai to kha lo(There is no dhaba, if you are hungry you can eat at khokha, you will get good maggie and parantha)".

I thought wow Amit, finally you solved the puzzle. But before I could have added my expert comments, I heard a thundering sound just under my ear (Chidiya ud gayi thi ab). it took me at least 30 seconds to see my self grabbed by a wrestler, who was willing to fry my second cheek too. My conditions were still ok, but Amit was weeping and saying I do not know any Dabar, leave us we came for tea, and we do not want it any more. We will go back and will send dabar back.

Suddenly those guys offer a lift till there village (:P), not really asked they ordered. I was ok with those orders and started walking towards the car. I was still in shock of that slap. Amit was saying we will not go. I was not in mood to struggle. Suddenly a hope of ray came. Amit heard a sound of 100 people running toward us. So guys it was RECK POWER coming to save us from HARYANA-DEVILS.

Those idiots left us, and started running. In the meanwhile I got my conscious back, and started noticing the bike's number. I did not remember that number. People started coming and asking what happened. Amit was in shock and I was laughing. He started weeping and telling the whole story "Unnnnnnn Unnnnnnnnnn, sala mene kya kiya... unnnnnn unnnnn mujhe kyon mara. Ab mujhe kya maloom kaun hai dabar." People were smiling and consolidating him.

The very next day, In class girls were chatting, you know yesterday 2 guys were slapped by some uni guys, and they started giggling. Suddenly one idiot came and asked hey Vishal you were one of those na. Hee hee hee.

Here I was merely escaped from a kidnap, but also it brought lots of embarrassment. Anyways whenever I think of that incident I can not refrain myself from smiling and murmuring "Dhaba to nahi hai, han par khokha jaroor hai"

My limits are 18

This was June 21st 2007, when i joined my new company. I joined the company cause i did not have any work in my previous organization. Prabhat (My previous manager) had swore to make me a call center agent, and i swore to gain my self respect. Here on Monday, i stepped in the recreation room of STERLING Commerce. I was shell shocked. Shocked, Not because it was empty, but because it was the second most crowded place (after cafeteria) of the company. There were 5 games, 20 people were playing and 30 people were in queue.

I also joined the queue. I never knew i am standing next to pros of the table. ASA i got the chance, I picked up the racket that i never touched in my life before. Sooner i came to know it is really hard to cop up on this table with these people. The people were eying on me like i have committed heinous crime. Anyhow i finished my game and was replaced with other people waiting in the queue. I dint wanted to be eyed in this way, so i left the room thinking: one day i will play with the elite group.

Days passed, weeks passed, months also, and it is almost a year. In the whole year i asked each and every person to play with me. Some turned down my offer, some started but after playing few games either they were tired of me or they got some work. (Few were there who neither say no nor played a game) For me both the things were not reality. I was neither bored of any person nor i got work. In the whole year i played 100s of matches and i win 10's of them. I never lost the spirit of playing the game. I kept playing, kept switching games. but nothing seems working.

Now a days my game has improved. But this improvement neither clinches the games for me nor it places me into the community of moderate player. They still look at me as they did on first day. Till now winning is like a selection in IIT. The door is always open but the door is so small that i can not fit into it. I am trying to broaden the door but it is taking a long time. I wish i do not loose my spirit before i could make it large to enter easily.

For some people SKY is the limit, for me 18 is the limit in TT. Or saying in other way, SKY is my limit which has come down to 18.