The Highs and lows of an assamese boy

Farewell my friend for you never will be missed !!!

2011-08-30T10:42:00.000-07:00

Its been a long time, and if i am right, i am trying to write something, when the mind is not at all at peace. Well, Mansi, its for you, who is leaving this organisation to chart a new teritorry, a new challenge and a new career. All i can wish is "Best of Luck".

It was a promise, which i made and could never fulfill. Ever since she joined "Momentum", she has been an enigma. The constant chatter-patter would never stop. Even at times, chating with her through the messanger would compel you to go insane with her crazy talk and nonsensical theories. Well, this is a gift , which will keep her moving,even under extreme
adversities. The first she would do in office is to join her colleagues for gup-shup, which is normally a warm up sesiion. Then the real work would start.

I call her Lady Gaga and she calls me Rambo,the infinite discussions on loan articles and content, with a dose of filmi kajaniyas. The short breaks we used to get, when there would be a load shedding.Gosh, we always pray for that. It just seems that life has a strange way of introducing someone, who in a short span of time could etch a mark, which will remain forever intact in the subconscious part of the brain. The memories we had, the camadeire and the chai will always be there.

At this point of time, when you are bidding adieu,always keep the smile on your face and move ahead, coz life is a journey and enjoy it to the fullest.

Mansi, at this point of time, i just wish you the best of luck. We will miss you for what you are. I do hope that you do achieve all that you are looking for, coz hope is always a better thing.

Being Rashmi Ranjan Saikia

2009-03-13T02:23:00.000-07:00

Rashmi Ranjan Saikia, is my name. Typical middle class name which is often mistaken as a girls name. The name was given to me by mother, whom i adore so much. She used to tell me that in the mornings, when the sun's rays would pass through the ventilator, it was then she got the idea for my name. Rashmi means the rays of the sun and to jingle it, she added Ranjan. Moreover, my fathers name starts with a R. since then, i had this complex about my name being somewhat feminine. I used to complain t my mom and she used to take me in my laps and would say" don't care what others say about you, it is you who is important.

Since then, everywhere people used to make a mockery about my name. earlier in my class tenth, while filling up the examination form, my teacher changes the letter o with a. from then on, my full name was Rashmi Ranjan Saikia. incidentally, i am a firm believer in numerology and my date of birth adds up to 9. coincidentally, the total words in my name is 18, which also adds up to 9. Besides my sun sign is Aries and my date of birth falls on the positive house of mars. these are pretty inconsequential issues. however, the year is 2009 and i feel this is going to be my lucky year. as always.. hope for the best

I am the most misunderstood in my family and this is something related to my upbringing. I have always been demanding to my parents, even then they have never lost their faith on me. In my initial years, i had a number of options and in particularly was bogged down with competitiveness. My distant cousins were good at studies and my parents continuously used to compare m e with them. this laid the foundation of the person who i am now. sometimes i want to break away from the mold and do things, which i like most. even then, somehow i have succeeded in achieving my dreams to a certain extent. I used to run away from responsibilities, but over the years things have certainly changed for good. I constantly used to crave for a soul mate, who could understand me and support me in times of crisis. By gods grace, this is a reality now.

My journey has only just begun and till now i have never lost my hopes. I am firm believer in destiny and the almighty.Practical things do matter but for me the raw emotions is what makes a person important. some things in life never change and this is what makes the journey an important aspect.

to get the best you have to be the best

2009-03-09T02:01:00.000-07:00

In order to achieve the best, you have to be the best, no matter what. That goes same with me too. In my search for the best, i have seen number of upheavals, for which i had to halt and change my course a number of times. Over the years, i have sen and observed my surroundings that with change in time, they too have embraced new meaning.

The present period certainly brings in a wind of change. yes, i have changed and that means a lot of me. The emotional content till now was more or less based on my prevailing circumstances. of course, there had been some clashes inside me, but thats all the part of the game. success have eluded me and failures have constantly kept company with me. even then, i had this inner coinscise, which kept me on my feet and made me the man i am now.

holding against the emotional tirade is definitely a challenge in itself. so, to embrace the change, it is i who had to make the beginning. even then, i am the most misunderstood among the lot. But as i have sai earlier, to be the best, you have to be the best. These small trivial issues are not a matter of any concern but somewhere down the line, you have to stand for the causes that you believe are right.

The best you can do is to wait and watch...nothin else

2009-02-27T01:23:00.000-08:00

Am i a liar? yes i am... But everybody has a reason to lie and it was same for me. The circumstances were such that i had to and that too deliberately. Precisely a year ago, in the month of December i met someone speacial and i fell in love with her. Did i do anything wrong? no way....coz love comes spontaneously. Now i realize, it was a great fault. No matter how much you try, some where some one is not waiting for you, other wise someone would have understood my feelings.

For the past few months, i have been chasing a dream and this is what really is making the matters worse. I do not have the guts to digest my failure and it seems to me that i have lost the faith on myself. In these disturbed times, i can just only wait and watch. The troubled times are ahead and i have to remain patient for the time being.

For everyone, including my parents and my loved ones, i have turned out to be the bad apple, the one to whom no once can confide.. the quintessential villain. But whoever can understand me can sense my fear, as greater deeds await and this is what now matters me the most. Of course i am a self centric egoistic, who likes to keep things simple and easy. But it is the nature of we homosaphiens to create complicacies. However, there is always light at the end of the tunnel and this is what keeps me going. What i need is an unconditional support and thats what i really need now.

There is a saying that not every question deserves an answer and thats what i mean!!!!!

A Pakistani ambassador's view on Mumbai mayhem

2008-12-26T22:42:00.000-08:00

This is what, a former Pakistani diplomat has to say about the Mumbai terror attacks. This article appeared on "Encounter" a weekly magazine of the Dawn(One of the leading english newspaper in Pakistan). I am putting some excerpts from the entire article. Just go through it and you will very well understand.

"Their arrogance has been whetted, no doubt, by the West’s gullibility to swallow whatever their Indian ‘allies’ conjure up and dish out in a massive disinformation campaign, of which the sole objective is to lampoon Muslims all over the world. The saturation coverage of the Mumbai drama by the likes of BBC and CNN was graphic evidence of the western unqualified concurrence in whatever the Indian propagandists would spoon-feed them."

Another paragraph goes by
" Take, for instance, the mystery surrounding the actual count of the alleged terrorists involved in the episode. The official brief says there were only ten, out of which one — still alive and in captivity — was overpowered at the railway station. That leaves nine of them. Two are said to have held the inmates of Nariman House, the Israeli enclave. That leaves just seven. These seven must have divided themselves into two groups. Let’s assume they split 4:3. It couldn’t be 3 ½ for each of the two giant hotels invaded and occupied by them.

Can anyone in their right mind perceive, for a moment, that three or four people could hold up a huge 600-plus room hotel like Taj, and an equally cavernous hotel like Oberoi, for more than 60 hours, fight off hundreds of counter-insurgency commandoes, terrorise and kill scores of their hostages, trash the hotels from inside (as subsequent television footage so graphically displayed for the world)? They had to be supermen to accomplish all that."

Is it a joke or something?? Here, there has been an irreparable loss in terms of life and this guy is making a mockery of the situation..

To read the entire article, i am providing you the link:http://www.dawn.com/weekly/encounter/20081213/encounter2.htm

2008-12-19T19:33:00.000-08:00

Nirudweg Opekhya..

Byathito mur praan,
Tumaar pora durot thaaki
Nijom kaal raatri, uttar bisaary
Haaba thury khaaw,kot ba hol mur bhul
Chokuwe di dhaar dhaar kory boi pore
nijora sokupaanir, nihobde nirnatar

Premor antahin agni hikhaat
Jwalise mur premor attma
Chittat tuli disu mur dehaa
opekhya korisu tumaloy..
Kijaani tumi ghury aaha

aakhaar uport jiyay assu moi
kio baa, nijey nejaanu
tothaapi jiyaay aasu, tumaaloy saai
Houwaa.. hurjyae bengunia aabhaay aakakhon
Mur tejere rangoli korile...
Tummar opekyaat...

Aabeer:

For want of a nail

2008-10-16T23:49:00.000-07:00

<span style="font-style:italic;">THis one quote by Benjamin Franklin is what i like the most..

For want of a Nail the Shoe was lost; for want of a Shoe the Horse was lost; and for want of a Horse the Rider was lost; being overtaken and slain by the Enemy, all for want of Care about a Horse-shoe Nail.

Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanack, June 1758

2008-10-15T22:05:00.000-07:00

Lunatic vibes

I am a self made man, waiting for the opportunities,
I do not care what you assume,you can call me opportunist
I do not follow the rules but make the rules
As I am a self made man

Emotions elude me distract me
I am not a revolutionary nor an illusionist
I do not thrive on religion, race caste or creed
I am a simple human with complex issues
As I am a self made man

I hate being typecast
Coz I am not an issue
Nor I am downtrodden
I am a free will person
As u all know
I am a self made man

Borders do not mean anything to me
Coz It does not exist for me
I am neither insane nor translucent
I am the eternal and the supernatural
I am a self made man……
Coz i am me....
Aabeer...

" The great Indian armpit revolution"

2008-07-22T03:48:00.000-07:00

The idea struck me hard last week.. wow a great concept to write about. You know commuting in private transport, especially in the summers is a hell of a journey. You seem to get ensconced by the fact that you too are part of the great Indian republic.

The story starts: On my way back to my humble room, i have to take the Mudrika service( Azadpur- Satyaniketan).. a distance of 20 kms. shit.. just 20 kms . Yes buddy a mere twenty kilometers.. while travelling by bus.. you don't generally have access to air conditioners.. instead your beloved nose will be taken over by the unbearable stench of the Indian armpit. Loads of armpit.. you name it.. they have it.. Muslim armpit, armpit of boys and gals... Hindu armpit.. Sikh armpit.. all of them celebrating the democratic power entitled .. all the smells forging alliances to thwart off the threat perception created by Deodorants.. U huu.. sucks man...

But this is life and you have to survive the harsh conditions. Of course, there are ways and you have to constantly innovate and try out new ideas to get rid of the overbearing stench. You have ti time your movements depending on the rush hour. It took me months to figure out the technique. This is how it works.

I try to start early morning. Generally, it is fresh in the morning and you have the time to think to put your things in to perspective. Once you reach office, you can start your work, which is empty and quite. This way, you will be able to save time and can leave the workplace early. Rush hour traffic usually starts after 5pm and by that time i reach my room. Even then, there are times when you have to undergo the assualt of the great indian armpit, but that will only help to keep you grounded.

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AAbeeRs world

2008-07-18T01:00:00.000-07:00

Welcome .... to my world..

Contrary to my expectations, i have survived too long..nope.. dont even think that i am going to die. Its a catcha phraSE to have your attention my dear friends.. The reason being Ranjan is a very tedious affair...You cannot be a ranjan without rashmi.. thats right... it is my first name .. middle name being Ranjan and surname being Saikia.. just 3 words to describe me as a whole.. Hahaha..

In a recent story.. one Supratim Dutta survived from a fatal accident.. a 6 kg iron angle passed through his body damaging 7 vital organs and leaving the hear by a whisker... Phew a great escape.. great supratim.. i salute you and your luck.. and from next time onwards.. always take the back seat.

On a sad note.. one of my dear freind Aroop has again failed to clear the Common Proficiency Test(CPT).. i think he needs to put in more effort and a bit of discipline..

PP for pran protim has acquired the dangerous virus...kp4 variant.( LOVEmania).. a highly contagious disease.. and i am seeing the effects on Guni too..

Saurav on the other hand is on a leave for 2 days.. he too needs some rest.. as he has to take a lot of undue stress..after all commuting in a CNG auto is a very tiring task..

Junior aka phatee.. will be reaching delhi after 2 months of vacation on 26 th july...
Any news other than that? Really i am getting bored with this life.. may be some divine intervention..

Just for some more good new.. wait for the next episode of Ranjans world..

" Out Bound to Delhi"

2008-03-31T20:36:00.000-07:00

It was a conscious decision on my part to shift to Delhi. On that fateful night, when Pa asked"what are your plans for the future"? I knew the time had come to do something constructive rather than fooling around. Speaking the truth, I was going through a very bad phase. My on and off relation with my girl friend, no job and most importantly no money , pressure from my parents were taking a hard toll on me. I asked pa to give me some time to think over it. I was staying away from my home with two of my hostel mates in a rented apartment in Guwahati. Plainly speaking , the city was killing me from inside. I was trying to run away from my own self. The next day arrived and i told Pa who was staying on my apartment, as he was in the city for an official visit, that I will go to Delhi. I don't know what compelled me, but i had to do. I told my girl friend about it and she started crying. We met for a brief period. Really I was happy from the fact that I could inflict some kind of pain in her heart.The anguish in me seemed to be mellowed after that incident . I don't have any qualms to say that my girl friend was the biggest mistake of my life.

Of course, we did had a nasty break up. It was worse as it broke my confidence and completely shattered my ego. Even then, we used to talk sometimes twice in a week or thrice in a phone over the phone. It is hard to relive the moments, but destiny had something else for me. As of now, she is married and staying with her husband, leading a happy and blissful life.

Immediately after that, I left Guwahati for good. All my friends never came to know that I had left the city which I think had given me the best of my life, some of the best friends ,besides making me the man now I am.

Sometime in the middle of october'05 , I packed my bag and baggage and took the Bramhaputra Mail Bound to New delhi..