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ONE PAGE FROM MY SCHOOL DIARY

1985 was the year..when i walk with my father.holding his little finger..wearing white canvas shoes..grey sweater ..grey pant..to mission school for first time..............no idea..where iam going..but was happy..for my red water bottle....my superman school bag on my back...and...nice food in my bag...for me it was not less then a picnic..............................................

         But soon my dream comes to an end.....the way was not to picnic..but to

 something called school( dalmia vidya mandir)...a mid age old man standing on the gate with a stick...with big moustache....watching .me going inside ..i remembered..i turn around ...and see that guy as many time as possible.....

i must mention..i was also accompanied by my first friend of my life..gyan(sikun)

he was too on same mission school..accompanied by his grand father...he was crying a lot...i have no idea...why ? but iam sure he was having  an idea..where he going  much before then me......

when i entered the school..i see many others same wearing me....some crying..some running away...some struggling with teachers..some with our giri bhaiya.....now i start feeling something wrong going to happen with me......

holding my hand..my father too me to a class room on extreme end of the classes..which all use to say nursery.....i can see there were extra army of teachers present out their the class to hold us from going away from the class..

he handed my hand to a lady ..much much taller then me..she our vidya teacher....i can still remember her..her love for each student...she was not married..but she was our mother..in there...

she was the lady who teach me A for apple.......B for ball...who teach me what my name means...and how to rite it.........i still remember my continuous wetting my pants...and ...every time making me nanga ..and make me  stand in sun to dry.ahahhaha

"wow full insulting...other student watching.but..no noticeeeee........." my life was like phas gaya re barik.....

but days past...from one class to other we move...with classes..we also start growing.......behind my class there was a slider...in my tiffin..break ..i use to go there and watch other students sliding on that..that make me so happy...one day finally i decided to do my self..as i was small..so i was close to the side railing while sliding..when i slide down..i feel cold back side.hahahahha

yes you got it...a small piece of my pant was still there in the slider...i..pull down my over size pullover.so tat it covers my moon....

i told my mother. .. my pant torn..

i was having one more in .spare..so i wear that and go.next day..i was decided i wont slide any more but..when i see other guys enjoying..i cant wait..and i go again..and again my pant torn......

my mother was so angry to me....after that my father buy me other pair of pants .but now i never slide again.........................

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7 best days in guwahati

I don't remember  if i was sad or shocked ...so badly of any thing happen in my life.......but something happened......

i don't remember if my eyes were wet for some one who left this world so sudden

but yes i do........

he is no more between us..he is no more ..around us.......but he was ...and he is  within us.....

today i called avinash ....to ask about something..and he said...mahesh..you know..bikash dad is no more.....???

for a while i don't believe if he took bikash name or some one else..

for some time i don't believe my ears if i heard..what he said....

but it was true.today ..one of my best friend bikash lost his father........

i woke up with the sound of water falling  from the running tape in the kitchen...it was cold winter in Delhi....the floor was chilled like an ice sheet...all three in same blanket..sleep together..on the floor..watching towards the one and only window  in the room..n waiting for the sun to rise....

me..avinash ..and bikash stay together..i use to work in shangri-la hotel..avinash in cafe coffee day..and bikash also in shangri-la hotel but different out-let..

i never being to guwahati after the exams ....but there was something still i left behind...so i asked bikash ...hie bro iam planning to go guwahati in this vacation..what u thing..but problem is i don't know any one there,,who can accommodate me..there..

bikash listening this he invited me to his house in guwahati..he said don't you worry u just go..my uncle will pick you from air port.

 so planned and i shoot for guwahati..i went in indigo,airlines.it was also my first time in aeroplane..so i was excited in many ways.

after i reached guwahati..i come out from airport..bikash uncle was waiting for me out....i can still remember his smile ..he was on his face while looking and waiting for me..
so in his bike we head towards his house..when i reached..bikash ..house.i was welcomed by bikash dad...and mom as if..iam there second son......it was good feeling inside.
bikash have have two little sweet sister.. chinki..and tutu...as cute as there name..
they cared me so...much i sure...no one can expect from a unknown family..they took me too bikash bedroom...it was nice and comfortable...everybody was busy doing there best for my comfort...
i can still remember those days of 2006..............................................................................................................................
i was shy....but they never let me uncomfortable..in there little world....bikash uncle was my only friend there.......he was so sweet..and kind...bikash younger sister tutu..ahahahaha.what should i write about her...first time i missed one younger sister looking at her..she was so innocent.....out of 10 things ..she use to ask me 8 times about her brother bikash..
chinki..bikash other younger sis...quite by nature..but talk much with her eyes..from first day her eyes was in my very small miniature bible..which i get from Chennai..


aunty.. bikash mom..if i close my eyes n remember her,,then her dimples..when smile...and her habit of asking always..mohes khana acha hai????.........now if i take about bikash dad..my writing will never ends....he was in Assam police...but by looking at him..or by his talk u wont ever feel..he is in police..so decent ..soft spoken...a friend at the age of above 50...i have see lots of care and love for bikash in his eyes..


he use to said..i just want my son..happy..let him do..what ever he likes..till he happy...when ever he use to talk about bikash..he use to say..my bikash....wow i love that..dad son love..looking at bikash love for his dad and his dad love for bikash..my respect for my parents grow more...
i was there for only 3 days .but i spent 7 days due to there love and care..that family was very simple..but very rich at love...for others and each other within the family...
the day come when i was living from there..i see tears.in eyes of all .....that very sad moment for me....i never felt ..i was out of my family..for those 7 days.i forget all for those 7 days of my life in guwahati.....i don't know  why i was crying when i don't want to for some unknown...after going for a while .in a curve i lost that house...that love...and those beautiful people...for ever.....

"WHAT DO U THINK OF YOUR SELF"

hello friends ,with my title you must be thinking,what type of title is this,but not to keep you waiting,i must say ,i hear this lines on my very first day of my career in hotel industry as a waiter...............

i was always confused with the selection of my career...what course i should take,,were should i study.......

As my father was from mechanical line..who was an engineer by profession.. always used to ask me,,to go for engineering...but i know if i go for engineering i 

have to study science...which was again a nightmare for me..

So i choose for commerce...i was not bright student.but i was confident that i can handle commerce..

everything was going well till i met with a girl name "rainy "...she was from my home town..my friend best friend.

we keep meeting  in my friend house.....with time ..we liked ...n we fall in love..

the love was so intense that..i want to stay with her as fast as possible..actually i want to marry her...but that need jobbbbbb..

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I look every were.ask every one..n come to conclusion that" hotel management is the only one which can give me  jobs .

We both of us join hotel management...the institute was trade wing (institute of management)

it was 1 year diploma course.....with only 12 students in it...

i was so much dissolved in love..that i never bother to understand actual value of hotel management.

for me hotel management was= coat+tie+money+glamour.

after one year we have to go for 6 month  compulsory training( industrial exposure ),..after some struggle i got selected in one three star hotel name"Mayfair garden...i was always interested to become a chef..so i start my training with kitchen,,it was one big kitchen...where Chinese(Indian style) cooked by  south Indian chef..hahaha funny na... Indian..continental(only sandwich n soup)...anyways i started my training with Chinese kitchen..it was 

quite small..but...one goal was set in my head so...nothing was bothering me..........

aim on impression that I will be treated well..hahahhaha...but my chef ask me to peel 1 sack of onions....gave me chef coat with no buttons...i cannot ask for  more as my chef have only two of them....so whole day i peel onions,,carry rice bags..clean vegetables...clean floor,tables.....never worked so much in my house also..but what to do..need to become chef.....next day again i start with peeling onions.....cleaning vegetables,,cutting them,,,or cleaning the section....that make me really depressed... because i want everything in life with lighting fast.......

so i  started coming late on shift......one day my GM caught me coming late....he said those golden words to me what u think of your self was......

are you the owner of the hotel??????

i said sir i cannot take it any more ,,please transfer to me in food and beverage service dept..and he did.....next day i was asked to report Mr pandey....our f&b manager..he put me in a restaurant......my job was to wipe cutlery...wipe glasses...clear table..resetting table..filling water jugs..but no chance was given to interact with the guest.

All my senior waiters were above 40 yrs,of age with big potbelly....who cant even run if guest call them..i see them only smiling when..any guest about to tip them..

among them i was 19 yrs old waiter.......seems  as if in tractor one Tyre is scooter and one is of tractor it self....

but not much option left with me as.i was  in my choosed profession.

i was been embarrassed..many time by guest..as i was new to this industry..i was also been embarrassed in how to pour beer in a glass...faced anger of my seniors ,, because of folding napkin..laying table..almost all the thing i do......


There was a very funny incident happen with me which,changed my view for hotel industry...i was assigned in a family restaurant,...it was bright sunny Sunday afternoon......


Restaurant was busy...as well as we too..so there was one Indian family may be 8 or 9 pax total of them....there order was big...i was handling there table...
due to busy order,,kitchen was too busy..so there was delay in serving food to most of the tables..but especially my table was very much in hurry for his food,....he was keep on asking me where is my food??? where is my food?


that make me very angry ..i shouted him back ...saying we got only two hands..to serve ..as u have two hand eat.....and its take time....your not only guest seated in the restaurant....
hahahha,,those  words ,really make him crazy ,,and he complained about me to my F&B Manager
due to this i was  transferred to banquet from the restaurant.....
working in banquet is not easy..specially in marriages when u have go behind the small kids..not to mess around.
one more incident i remember..in banquet...
there was a marriage ceremony for a Punjabi family

in the night there was dance program in the hall number 2...

we were ready ....so party starts...all enjoying...i can see my captain.. snicking whiskey under the table...........before guest ..my fellow waiters were getting drunk...so i saw that there was some confusion between the guest...regarding which music to play for dancing...i was so much into the party ..i said"excuse me sir..daler mahendi ka gana achha hoga..?..guest looking at me ..with anger he said..hello who asked  your  suggestion...what do u think of your self...."..later i understood....my profession..is all about serving..others..and making them happy.....but friends...till this time...my
attitude.. arrogance...was also most on the edge of extinction..... 

again i was transferred to room service.....making bed...getting food to the room..was some more additional duties in my job...
but one day......i was doing my regular duties..and i went to one of the rooms to serve coffee....i saw a very gentle person...reading news paper.....so i wished him and serve him the coffee...so i just asked him,..sir where u from..and what bring you here???
he said" Iam from kolkata..and Am a pilot......
he asked me ..Iam so young ..and enthusiastic ,,why Iam spoiling my career..in there.......so he asked me to join ihm(institute of hotel management. govt of India).......


after some time i left the hotel......and i was known what to do  NEXT..


so like this i begin my career...and aim proud of what Iam................