Just like the way Chrsitopher Gardner says, "This part of my life... this part right here? This part is called "Joyousness”. It was an emotion of great happiness.I remember growing up in small 1BHK house in Dharmasthala with my parents and kid sister.It was a typical middle-class life. When I say 'Middlie-Class' life; it was typical 80's middle class life. There wasn’t "today's" upper middle class.Our every day was planned and every night was gratifying. This is the place where dreams are born.Trust me; for poor, doesn’t have time to dream, for rich, doesn’t need a dream. A dream of being successful can only be seen next to middle-class man's bed.

But,why I'm I talking all those things over here right now? I haven’t achieved anything successful yet which I'm really in process of dreaming now.But, I think I have done something which was dreamt by someone else and I just helped him to achieve it. What I have got is something which can not be explained.As Garth Brooks says, “You aren’t wealthy until you have something money can’t buy".Its True.

My dad is always been a source of inspiration.Not because we always had a conversation or discussion. No, he inspired me because he respected every damn decision I had taken in my life.He never questioned my decision ever since I started in standard 8th to till date.He believed in me. He allowed me to learn from my mistakes.This is something which I never told him and I'm really grateful for being reason behind what I'm today.We all have a dream and most of the time we don’t want to share it with everybody even if the person is close enough.My dad had a dream of flying in an air-plane at least once in his life time. For a self made, middle-class man like him it was pretty costly dream. Just like any other burgher, hemight have postponed it for his son's life time.In fact he did and obviously I wasn’t aware of it.I have my own kind of affection towards my family. I always believed that there is nothing can stand by you during your bad times except your family.Family was always been a first priority.So, this day I decided take my dad in an air-plane.

I remember how anxious I was on my first day in school, or in college or at work place.Everywhere, every time it was the same expression.I could see it on his face when we reached airport.When we sat inside, first thing he asked, "That’s it? This is how the inside of an air-plane looks like?" I said, “Yes”. The expression and emotions on his face, was indefinable.When we were flying high, he was lost in the clouds and breathtakingly beautiful view of earth from top. He turned to me and said, "Thanks, this one is going to be very memorable”.I want to say, just like the way Chrsitopher Gardner says, "This part of my life... this part right here? This part is called "Joyousness".

Date- 25th Jan 2009
Day - Sunday
Time- Around 4.30 in the evening
Place- Bus Station,Koyambedu,Chennai

I was on my lonely excursion to Central-Northern Tamil Nadu which included former French colony Pondicherry. This trip was good as It went as per my planned schedule. Exciting thing happened in trip was I picked up every possible transport in India to travel. Now the final destination is back home (Bangalore).I decided to take city bus to Chennai via ECR (East Coast Road) and then Volvo to Bangalore.

As usual, I was pretty early to reach the place. I hardly know anybody in Chennai and almost 4 hours left to start the journey. So, I started reading then newly bought book, Mr.Tarun Tejpal's ' The Story of my Assassins’. I had read his ‘The Alchemy of Desire’ which I thought a really a nice book. I had just finished 6 pages, by then an elderly,well dressed gentleman who was in his late 60s came and sat next to me. I do have a habit of dragging strangers to conversation whenever I meet them while travelling. But, this time I was so engrossed with the book that for few minutes I didn’t realize who is sitting next to me in that iron bench. While turning pages, I just looked at the person sitting next to me and just smiled. Later I was back into reading. Few minutes Later… [Conversation was in English]

He: What book is this, [a quick question from that person with a smile on his face]
I said, it’s a novel

He: Oh ok. Novel? Very good. So you read novels haan?
I said, Yeah, I do

He: By the way, I'm MR...[I think the name is not important here] A retired teacher
Myself: Hello, I'm Manoj, I work for software company in Bangalore

He: Oh! Thats very nice. Who is this author?
Myself: Tarun Tejpal

He: Famous writer?
Myself: Yeah! he is the editor of Weekly magazine Tahelka .You must've heard about him.

He: Oh! No..I dont
Myself: Ok [I smiled; I was desperate to read the book, I was not really interested in conversation]


He: So, You are software engineer haan? You must be earning a lot then. Right Mr.manoj?

[Now that’s embarrassing. I always hated when people asked how much you earn or anything related to it. I always thought, its not how much you earn, its at the end of the day how much you save..anyways]

I just smiled and said nothing much! But its ok..,I can live

He: I know you must be earning a lot.
[I didn’t answer]

He picked some other general things and obligated me to talk. At one point of time..

He: I'm going to 'this’'[let me not mention it here] particular hospital to see my daughter. She is sick and in very serious condition. Few lacs spent on her treatment. I’m totally broke now. There is not much facility for poor people from govt.

I just looked at him. I didn’t know what to say.

He: Now I'm going to 'this' particular place and I'm short of money. Could you please give me some money Mr.Manoj?

I realized that 40 mins longer conversation has come to its end.

I told him, Sir, You said you are retired teacher, I respect you But, this is neither expected nor excusable. There must be some other way to earn money or arrange it.

It was clearly visible that he was hurt. He tried to convince me but I was unaffected for a long time. It was not that I never wanted to help him. But, the situation where you are pushed at that time is what hurts you. Later I did give him some money and he left the place. Myself or most of us never asked where the money goes when we donate a part of our earnings towards any NGOs.It may be there source of living. But, we still believe that it reaches to the concerned people.

We live in a country which has rich powerful barons, lower middle cast colonial which is further divided into communities. We have been dealing with the statuses,prestiges etc.Its not that we are facing financial crisis, Its about transparency. ‘Aam aadmi' hardly understand the 'percentage' growth which are spoken by Finance minister or any Economical Analyst. He is just bothered about his daily bread. Its not that we don’t have opportunity, it’s about how well we use it. We have more resources than any other country in the world. But, how well we are using it? At individual level, Its not about how we live here, It’s about how honest we are.

The person I met might be saying the truth, but, how can I trust him? I agree when a person keeps his self-respect on stake, you got to believe. I did. I may acted stupid, but there is no justification for everything you do. I always believed that life is a journey, its a search and we all search for happiness. Some times, its just a pursuit of 'alive'ness!

Its been really long since I found time for myself to write something down. There was lot running inside my mind yet busy with profession.I can hardly give up my passion too. So, here are quick few lines.By the way, I'm on short excursions and lot to update.Very soon..

It was always wonderful to be with you,
Remember those little steps down the street.
Walking without holding hands,
Mesmerizing myself with your fragrance


Its alright we are not together.
I'm not looking for another chance.
Its understood when you walked away,
Nobody is perfect, except the time we spent.

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