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Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear....

What will happen to you if you are at a completely unknown place you have to go to delhi and delhi is 230KM away, you missed your bus in which your friend was also there and that was the last bus, trains are not running due to Jat agitation, its 10:30 in the night, and the most important, you have 5 Rs in your pocket, and the ATM you have is not working due to some problem in its magnetic strip.


Let me tell what I actually did.




Here I was, returning from the National Conference at SLIET, Punjab.
The conference was very good. So many big people were there. One of them was Mr. Sachit Jain, CMD, Vardhaman Group. Before he was called upon the mic for the speech, his qualifications were told to us and they were- IIT Delhi, IIM-Ahmedabad, Stanford University. Very impressive speech he gave and said "An intelligent person is who makes his way into a system where he knows nothing, by virtue of the only quality, about which he knows everything." 


Well, that is not the point to write a blog about. The point is more interesting and adventurous. And thats why the title of this post is "Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear". in the same way, the tragedies in life are more dreadful and unpredictable as they appear to be.




Well, to start with, I must tell that I went to the conference with my friend, classmate, and project-mate Anshul Prabhakar. it was 25th feb, 4 pm, nice february climate and we were happily returning from the college after a successful conference. We have to go to Bathinda (yes, I spelled it right, this is the right name of the city,not 'Bhatinda'). So from the college, we reached to the highway from where we had to catch the bus. The first mistake we made was that while leaving the college we discussed that we have spend the money and we need to go to any ATM and withdraw cash, but since we had all the time in the world , we were not in hurry no train to catch, we thought that "nikaal lengey bathinda pahunch ke". And thus this thing was not on the high priority list for us. So, we were on the highway, waiting for the bus to come and the bus came in 10 minutes. The bus stopped 2 persons stepped out of that bus. The boards on the bus were written in punjabi. So , we didn't understand so we thought asking a better option, and anshul asked to the persons who stepped out of the bus -"bathinda???" and there started the bad time for us. Both of them said -" han ji". We boarded the bus and it moved. To be on the safer side I once again asked to the passenger behind me and he said -" Naa ji, ye toh Barnaala jaegi".


Shittt!


I said to anshul koi nai yar, I have google maps in my mobile abhi dekhte hain. I opened the maps and found out that there comes a turn which is a by pass where we can leave this bus and catch the bus for Bathinda. Later I also found out that the turn and the barnala bus stand, where the bus was going to leave us, are not very far so we should go to the bus stand and catch the bus for bathinda from there, as we will not get seat to sit in any bus from that turn plus we had too much of time. So we both agreed on this point. 




5.30 pm :
We were at the barnala bus stand. As soon as we stepped out of the bus, after walking few steps, we saw a bus going to Delhi. Wow!! was our expression. We decided that this is way better to catch a direct bus to delhi from here only. So we asked the driver that when the bus will leave. He said "10 minutes".


I said "no yar.. Lets wait here for the next bus, we have too much time and he we board on the bus at this time it will drop us at delhi at about 2-3 am in the morning and we have to wait for the bus to noida in the morning. Lets have some snacks and catch the next bus."
Anshul said that we don't have any idea that whether there is a next bus in a couple of hours or not and this one is leaving in 10 minutes.


So, we decided to board on that bus. That was our second mistake, we had to go to the ATM, but we forgot that. in addition, Anshul bhaisahab felt hungry, and he went swiftly and bought some, not some but awesome refreshment material- Kurkure, Uncle Chips , Lays etc. Already we had limited money, and he spend that too. Well, the bus started, moved out of the bus stand, and just as the bus moved:
Me-" Dude!, ATM, paisey????? "
Anshul- " Shit!! "
Me- "Go, and ask the driver whether he is going to stop the bus at any big city for long duration, so that we can got to the ATM and get some money."


Anshul went there and asked the driver, the driver said that he will stop the bus at a place called SIRSA(Haryana) for 30 minutes, and an ATM is in front of the 


place where he will stop the bus.The tone of the driver was very promising and both of us got relaxed, we opened the packet of Kurkure started ejoying it!


The conductor came for the ticket, we explained him our probem, he seemed like he cooperated( yes,initially we thought, he is co-operating, as you will also think, but there is a twist) with us and said-"koi ni ji, aap SiRSA me baki paise de dena, waha pe samne hi ATM hai", we gave him 400 rupees combined, which made me left with 5 rupees and Anshul with 10 rupees, 100 more rupees were required for the ticket, I said to anshul- " kya jaroorat thi kurkure wagairah ki?". 


Eventually, the bus moved on and our journey alongwith my **SPECiAL** journey began.


After some time, both of us fell asleep and suddenly we woke up due to some dust. At that point of time I got to know that why there are special talks about " punjab ki mitti ki khushboo". As I opened my eyes I saw that the whole bus was filled with dust. So much dust that eyes could not be opened properly, everybody around us was covering their face with hanky to protect the dust going out in the nose, we too did the same thing. And some filmy dialouges were going on in my mind-" Punjab de pind di mitti di khushboo ki baat hi kuch aur hondi hai "


8:15 PM


The bus stopped at a place called MANSA. Somebody asked the bus conductor that when the bus will depart from here , he replied- "8:40". Moreover, while the bus was entering the bus stand we saw an ATM on that road, so when I heard that conversation, I just stepped out of the bus, walked to the ATM, reached the ATM, inserted my card, the screen said " invalid Card! ". I thought I am having a bad day, the ATM is not working properly, I have to withdraw money at SIRSA only. So I returned, sat down on the seat in my bus, while Anshul asked the conductor- " is there any other ATM around this place?". The conductor said, very convincingly- " kyun pareshan ho ji, SIRSA mein samne hi ATM hai, (it sounded more like- main hoon na)"


Again we got relaxed, sit back in the bus an at 8:45, the bus moved further from MANSA.


10:20 PM


Now the dreaded place , SIRSA came, I will never forget this town in my life.Just as the bus was entering the gate of the bus stand, and an ATM was seen in front of that gate, as told by the conductor.


There was too much crowd for our bus, too many people were there on the bus stand, who wanted to go to Delhi from there.Somehow in the crowd, I made my way out of the bus, and started walking towards the ATM which was just on the opposite road. The bus was parked too much inside the bus stand, so it took some time for me to reach to the same road, then I have to cross the road at go to the ATM.


 The 1st call from Anshul came.


Anshul-" Bhai ye bus nahi rok raha, turant nikal raha hai, mai keh raha hun, man hi nahi raha."
Me-" Abe aise kaise, tu rok ke rakh, mai bas ATM pahunchne hi wala hun 2-3 minute lagengey."


I was standing at the divider of the road, in front of me, was the Union Bank of india ATM's sign board, flashing with light, like it was saying-" come dude ,come!".




The 2nd call from Anshul. I was inside the ATM.


Anshul- " ABE YAR BUS NIKAL GAYI"
(I saw back, and had a short glimpse of the bus sprinting away from me)
Me- " abe tu to bus me hi hai na?? what do you mean "nikal gayi""
Anshul- " Han mai bus mein hi hun, aur ye driver aur conductor raaste mein pataa nahi kab change ho gaye( the bus had new driver and new conductor), sale sun 
hi nahi rahe, keh rahe hain ki koi nahi, tumhara dost HISAR se pakad lega bus, wahan pe rukengey kafi der"
Me-" acha jaldi phone rakh, battery kam hai ismey"
( and I disconnected the phone, and once again it said- " Battery Low!!")


At that point of time , I had 5 rupees in my pocket, I calculated the resale prices of  all the accessories I was wearing. The accessory which topped on the list was 
my watch, the birthday gift from my mother..... (  :(  )




While stepping out of the bus, some past memories of my ATM card haunted me, which were, that there were times when my ATM card said invalid card at other 


ATMs also. So, I thought that there might be chances that the magnetic strip of my card might be damaged completely, of which, indications were previously 


given by the card to me. Then, I , thoought that this is my last chance at ATM, if the card wont work, we both will be screwed up. I had two ATM cards, one had money, but not working properly, another one was working properly, but didn't had money. I thought of transferring the money online from the paisey wala account to khali account, so that I can use the 2nd card for withdrawing the money. I took out my mobile(I love you my NOKiA E51, you'll know why), 3G signal was there in the mobile which made me more happier because the transaction could be carried out easily in 3G, and 2G is just a joke for doing online transaction using the onlinesbi website which use 128-bit encryption, which makes the speed so low, that leaves you frustated. 


So there was I, opened the web browser , enterd the site name, and the mobile said-" Battery Low!! ". My heart beat went fast. if the battery will die out before the transaction, I will be completely helpless. after 2 seconds from this I got the 1st call from Anshul.


I was on the page that comes just after login, I quickly moved my fingers and went to the transfer page, hurriedly wrote the amount, clicked SUBMIT.Till now the phone had warned me 3 more times about the low battery. Then again a page comes which asks- "Confirm?? " , before that page loaded I already had inserted my card into the ATM, here I clicked CONFIRM, and there I entered PiN on the ATM machine>Fast Cash> 2000>Yes.
Now I had money in my hand, sending lots of love and well wishes to the people who invented internet, and really thankful to idea 3G, OnlineSBi, and the most important - my E51, on which I am right now writing this story.


I had a sigh, put the money in my wallet, and walked to the bus stand. 
(at the enquiry)
Me- " Bhaisahab, Dilli ki bus kitne baje hai yahan se"
(  I was too confident that Delhi ki bus to mil hi jaegi ) 
He- " Dilli?????????? ( in haryanvi tone with  lot of amusement on his face )"
Me- " Han ji Dilli! "
He- " Ji Dilli ki to koi bus hi naa hai "
Me- " Kya matlab koi bus nahi hai, koi to hogi, ek do ghante baad???"
He- " 3:50 pe hai agli bus. "
Me- " Kya?????? ( 3 times over in my mind kya???? kya??? kya????)"
He- " Han ji Akhiri bus to abhi 5 minute pehle nikli hai aap late ho gaye thoda sa"
Me- " F***  (in mind- abe chidha mat mujhe, wo meri hi bus thi ) "


I sat down on the nearest bench, tied my shoelaces more tightly, as I knew that its going to be a long, long night for me, and my shoes are going to play an important role in it.


I walked out of the bus stand, saw one rickshaw wala there, asked him- " koi bus milegi dilli ki?? "
He- " Na ji, bus to nikal gayi akhiri, abhi 5 minute pehle"
Me- " (Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ) "
He- " Private busein nikalti thi yahan se , parrrrrr ....."
( I interrupted him )
Me- " Thi matlab ??"
He- " are kal hi private walon ka challan kat gaya tha, to aaj koi bus nahi nikal rahi hai idhar se, sab By-Pass se jaa rahi hain "


I remembered the date, February 25th, " Kya paap kiye the maine aaj ke din "


Me- " Railway station kitna dur hai yahan se?? "
He- " 2- 2.5 Km "
Me- " Chalo... "
He- " Sahab 30 rupay lagengey "
Me- " Ama chalo yaar .... "


I headed towards the railway station. Suddenly he took the rickshaw under the flyover and turned into a dark street( ajeeb si gali). I felt insecured.I put my watch in my pocket, distributed all the money notes in each pocket of mine and the took out my mobile. Again I would like to say- " I love you my E51 ".I opened google maps, saw my location and found out that he is taking me to the right direction. Also I saw the place where I was at that time, so to make the rickshaw wala feel that I am not a stranger I said- " Count Colony hai na ye?"
He said - " Han ji "
I confidently made up my voice and said- " Kafi badal gaya SIRSA 2 saal mein" Also somehow I managed to see the stone near the flyover, on which it was written that flyover inaugurated by some Mr....... on ..... 2011. So since I knew the details, I said- " ye flyover kab bana?pehle to nahi tha.. "
He said- " Pichle saal hi banaa hai "
Me- " Hmmmm , Acha Dilli ke liye is samay koi train hogi ? "
He- " Train ????? Train to band hain yahan se "
Me- " kya matlab? "
He- " Han ji pata nahi ji, kaafi dinon se band chal rahi hai train "
Me- " Toh pehle kyun nahi bataya ? "
He- " mujhe lagaa aapko kuch aur kaam hoga, aapke pas koi bag to tha nahi, mujhe pata hi nahi tha ki aap dilli jaoge..."
 ( mai tujhse dilli ki bus ke baarey me majak mein puch raha tha?? pagal hai ye, chal ke dekhta hun, train kaisey band ho sakti hai huh..)
Me- " tum chalo station "


I reached the station, it was completely empty, literally only two persons were there, one was on the enquiry, and another was the chaiwalah.


I asked at the enquiry (hesitatingly )- " Dilli ke liye train ?? "
He ( with a wierd expression and in a tone that is meant to tease you )- " Dilli ke liye to........... ji bus pakdo aap "
Suddenly my eyes went to the notice board , on which existed a list of trains titled- 
"  JAAT AARAKSHAN KE ViRODH KE CHALTE YE SABHI TRAIN RADD KAR Di GAYi HAiN, DiLLi SE AANE WALI SARI TRAiN HiSAR TAK HI AAYENGI "


Again I remembered the date, still , it was 25th of februrary. I said , I will always remember the date in my life.
I called Anshul told him my situation, and said that there is no need to wait for me at hisar, you reach delhi directly. before he could have said anything, my phone was Switched off. Well, I think it did its job quite well.


I came back to the rickshaw wala, said to him- " Mujhe dilli jana hai "
He said- " aap wahi bus station ke samne khade ho jao, wahi road dilli ko jati hai, warna laal batti chowk(LBC) se by pass kat jata hai, wahan se aapko kuch na 


kuch jaroor mil jaega."
Me-" laal batti chowk kitna door hai yahan se?"
He- " wo to door hai, auto se jana padega "
Me- "tum wapas wahin chalo "


11:15 PM
And I returned back to the same place, waiting for anything to come, that will take me to delhi. I had decided that at 12, I will go to the laal batti chowk, if auto is available, or by the rickshaw, whatever he demands.


At 11:30, a AC bus came, I was very happy to see that, but Sirsa ws that bus's destination, again I reverted back to the same mood.
At around 12, when I was just searching for any auto to LBC, a truck stopped in front of me.
Sardar Ji- " Kitthe jaana hai?"
Me- " Dillli "
Sardar ji- " Mai te Hisar ja reya hun "
Me- " Chalo  "


I thought Kam se kam hisar se kuch nahi, train to mil jaegi, railway station pe time to kat jaega.


I was in the truck, sardar ji was full tight with pahua chadha ke aayi, driving with only one leg, using it for accelerator only, no need of using brake, no need of changing gear, no need to drive slowly. Whenever I see any vehicle coming in front of us, I prayed god- "hey bhagwaan,  Bas ye wali gaadi nikal jaaye"in the meanwhile, I told him that I missed my bus and my friend.


Finally, he changed gear, bring it down to neutral, and said, "Hisar aa gaya." I thought " badi jaldi aa gaya, acha hua jaldi hi aa gaya", otherwise , the way he was driving, it actually scared me. He took 30 Rs. from me and dropped me on a road saying all the buses to delhi will go through this road, you will certainly get one.


Sardar ji was quite experienced, I must say, about the road network, within 20 minutes I got a Rajasthaan parivahan nigam bus, from Anoopgarh to delhi, I stepped in to the bus and confirmed- " Delhi ?? "
I got positive reply, so I sat down and got a seat in the bus.
It was a cold night. Everybody around me was embracing a shawl or blanket. I felt very cold, and I couldnt sleep. So, I Just travelled all the way, woke up all the night. At some point of time I fell asleep, and very quickly in about one hour I suddenly woke up and saw that it was the Haryana-Delhi border.


I felt very relaxed. Thought that now its okay, finally, I have reached Delhi, somehow. Took a deep breath, and curiously started peeping out of the window pane to recognise which place in delhi I am right now.


4:00 AM
Well, after one more hour, I was at the Kasmere Gate iSBT. (immediately went to BLACK ) . Then I started thinking, how to go to Gr. NOiDA at this time.  I thought of booking a cab but I knew it would cost 700-800, aur fir, hun to baniya hi naa.....


I saw a bus to iGi Airport, I thought I have two hours, the metro, or the buses will start at around 6:30. I thought of going to  the airport, having a coffe at the restraunt there, and come back. But then I dropped the idea. Went to the Metro station gate, which was at a short walk from the place I was. The air was too cold, and too heavily blowing ,it made me actually have a headache as I was not wearing proper winter clothes.


4:30 AM


I reached the metro station gate, I heard someone yelling-  " NAVEDA NAVEDA , 37 , 37 , METRO..."  it was a private bus service. I thought- " Wow, the date has changed, its 26th of feb now."
I quickly stepped into the bus, found a seat for myself and sat relaxed.


Guess what happened after 10 minutes???




Anshul entered the bus and we both saw each other, surprised, completely surprised.Definitely the date has been changed, everything was fine now. He was so curious to know, how I reached to Delhi, I explained him every thing, and we retured back happily.
Anshul, after listening all this, said- " is story ka to Blog banta hai... "
I said okay, I will definitely write one.


I came back to my room at 7:00 AM jumped on to the bed, and woke up at 3:00 PM. It was very sound sleep indeed.


Thus from this experience I learned one thing, - " Cash always helps you, never run out of cash, no matter how much money is there in your ATM card "


And Definitely, OBJECTS iN THE MiRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR(this line I saw on the mirror of sardar ji's truck)


Thank you for reading, Comments are welcomed!!!!

Education System & Employability in INDIA

Most of the parts and facts of this post are taken from an article by Murali Pasupathy, I just read that article and wanted to share these facts and some of my views on that topic with others too. So, here wo go:

We often hear two contrasting views on the employment scenario. On the one hand, employers cry hoarse about non-availability of talent in the market and, on the other, we hear about millions of youth who are unable to find a well-paid job several years after completing engineering or other professional degrees. A recent survey suggests that over 70 per cent of the engineering graduates in India are unemployable. What ails these graduates or the so-called degree holders? Why are they not suitable for employment?

Let us understand what is meant by suitability for employment.

Murali  was transitioning a business process of a large U.K. bank to his office in Chennai during his stint with a large IT company. The process was quite simple. The bank had developed a system for analysing the financial statements of borrowers. The numbers had to be extracted from the statements submitted based on some simple rules and input into the system. The system would process the data and generate the borrower's creditworthiness in the form of a business grade. This business grade was used by the bank's relationship managers to arrive at the credit limit for the borrower or to decide whether to lend him at all.

As part of the transition process, murali  wanted to know the qualifications and the skill sets of the resources. The bank's project manager told him that some of the resources had completed their tenth grade and most of them were fifth graders. In India, I knew for sure that we would hire very bright commerce and accounting graduates for this process.

This is the big difference. What was being done effortlessly by a fifth grader in the U.K. needed a commerce graduate in India. And, I can't imagine a resource that has passed standard V doing this work in India. It is definitely not the question of thousands of graduates being available in the job market for taking up this job. Corporates will be more than willing to have less qualified resources for doing the job if they can deliver because that would mean a lesser salary burden. We simply cannot train a fifth grader to perform these tasks. In fact, if truth be told, even after hiring some of the brightest minds we barely managed to survive the transition pressures measured by stringent performance criteria.

Does that mean a fifth grader in the U.K. is equivalent to a graduate in India? That is also not true. It is because the Indian education system is inherently flawed due to imperfect delivery of the curricula, an archaic examination system, shortage of skilled teachers, inadequate supplementary reading and the student's inability to correlate theory and practice. “Education does not consist of passing examinations or knowing English or mathematics. It is a mental state,” said Jawaharlal Nehru. In summary, we miserably fail to elevate the thinking capacity and increase the breadth of faculty of the students while imparting education. This failure is deep-rooted and starts right from primary schools and gets compounded at institutes of higher learning.

Residual talent

Of all these issues, I would pick the shortage of quality teachers as the wrecker-in-chief. The reason is quite simple. The teaching profession, barring a few passionate individuals in the IITs, IIMs and some private institutions, is a job for the residual talent in the employment market.

The best engineering talent goes to the U.S. for higher studies and the cream of what remains is hired by the large corporates. After the small and medium enterprises complete the trawling, the leftover is looking for alternative sources of employment. Some of these people park themselves temporarily in teaching professions in private colleges or software training institutes. Over the next few months, they equip themselves with the requisite skills and look for opportunities in the mainstream employment market unless there are compelling reasons to stick to their current job.

There is nothing wrong in this approach because it would be embarrassing for a person to see his students earning two or three times his monthly salary coupled with frequent trips to foreign lands. I may sound exaggerated  here, but the reality is we are left with teachers who continue in the teaching profession just because they are not able to find a job elsewhere. It is well-nigh impossible for these resources to inspire the student community in a graduate / postgraduate course. This is a sad and bitter truth confronting the education sector today.

Reading habit

I would also like to touch upon the issue of supplementary reading with a specific example. Gandhiji, during his days in England for his bar-at-law course, meets a person called Fredrick Pincutt. This meeting is sought by Gandhiji himself to ascertain his readiness for practising law. In Pincutt's evaluation, Gandhiji's general reading was very meagre. He says every Indian should know Indian history in detail.  This will help him read a man's character from his face. Pincutt was also surprised that Gandhiji had not read about the First War of Indian Independence. Gandhiji immediately realises the importance of what Pincutt said and humbly accepts that he has not had much supplementary reading.

The reason for highlighting this incident from the Mahatma's autobiography is to emphasise the importance of cultivating the reading habit at a very young age to be successful in life. And definitely I also do not have a good reading habit

Murali tells  another anecdote from his U.K. transition experience. They were designing an IT infrastructure to move scanned documents offshore and enable the processing through a workflow system. It was a complex project and they were interacting with a senior software developer to put the design together. He was around 30 and, in murali's opinion, one of the best software designers that money could buy. Curiosity got the better of me one day and I wanted to know his educational background. He told him that he had completed eighth grade in South Africa and migrated to the U.K. in search of employment. He was working as a courier boy for a year when he underwent software training and built his design skills. Murali wrote that he was startled, to say the least, his team of two engineering graduates with three to four years of experience between them was no match for him. None of the project managers and senior people that I met during the next two years was a college graduate.

Even after completing the transition, they were struggling to train the floor resources on Management Information (MI) and state-of-the-nation reports. The West had moved forward rapidly in operations management practices and our skill sets were woefully inadequate even for the catch-up work. And we had the floor overflowing with cost and chartered accountants, engineers and management graduates.

I am not trying to build a case for discontinuing our education methodology. Our method of teaching has the highest success percentage in the world in building literacy among people. The West has paid a heavy price for not paying attention to the delivery of education in society. My worry is we are bringing in a kind of under-employment where people do work that is much below the skill sets they are supposed to have. These resources will not be able to go up the corporate ladder and it will be very difficult to give them a career path. Ideally, we would want these graduates to upskill themselves and move up the value chain so that they don't become redundant. The government and society at large have to wake up to the reality that one day an African country might become the world's back office and IT hub and do to us what Bangalore or Chennai did to the western world. Before that, we have to make sure that our education system gets upgraded suitably and can mass produce well-rounded personalities who can take India on the path of glory.

Incidents, that make you “think"

It was 07:30 in a typical Wednesday morning; I stepped out of the train and felt the heat of the sun directly on my face.

Sometimes, incidents happen, and they leave a strong impact on your inner persona, you can say it like they shake you from inside; they make you sit and think. One incident like this happened and made me to write about it. So here it is...

Actually me and my friend, Ashutosh Patel were returning home after hectic & continuous 22 day training in Accenture. My hometown is Lucknow, but since i got reservation up to Kanpur only (and I must tell you that was good journey because i was upgraded to AC 2nd tier from 3rd tier automatically, even when I purchased ticket in tatkaal the same afternoon), so, I have to further go to Lucknow after reaching Kanpur, that's mere 1 hr train journey. Patel went to the bus stand for the bus and I purchased ticket, and from Kanpur central station, I was just going to board on any train to Lucknow(there is a train to Lucknow from Kanpur almost every hour and I took general ticket, so I was free to board in any train).

I searched the notice board for any super fast train, but Farakka express was the next train towards Lucknow, so on platform no. 8, I waited for 15 mins and the train came........

It was slowing down, and as it always happens, people start running parallel to the train. It was 8 AM and there was enough crowd but not that much as Kanpur generally has.

I, watching the train slowing down on the platform, stood up the bench, with the sleep of the last night's journey into my eyes, started walking along with the train.

As the train came, people started making hustle-bustle, every body trying to get a seat, vendors making shouting to sell their chai/samosas, as normally happens on any platform after coming of a train. I was quietly and slowly moving along with it.

I wanted to get into any of the sleeper coaches, which were towards engine.( General ticket pe sleeper me chadhna koi badi baat nahi hai LKO-KANPUR route pe).So, I was walking parallel to the train, towards the engine, and the train was still moving, moving with a good speed considering it is moving on the platform. While moving, I came very near to the train, you can consider it like, I and train were moving in the same direction, parallely, and the perpendicular distance between us was too little. Suddenly, I got a slight push away from the train from my left side.

It was a boy, small boy, of 9-12 year age range, height around 3 feet, holding a big bunch of newspapers in his right hand clenched with the help of his stomach. He was running, to catch the train, to become the first one among all his competitors who sell newspapers as to get more profit.

To my left, one coach was passing; the boy jumped and tried to hold the rod at the gate of the coach. This is generally a common practice by vendors, they board the train before it stops and leave it after it starts moving, to get some extra time to sell their products. The boy was also following these footsteps. He jumped, but was not successful enough to hold the rod at the gate. He fell down. He fell into the gap between train and platform. ( The GAP, for which delhi metro announces-" please mind the gap").The train was still moving.

The gap is not that much wide so as somebody fall into it so easily, so the boy got stuck between the platform and the moving train. Since the train was moving, it was making the boy crawl between the two surfaces, and he was going down too, his legs were downwards, and he was falling down. All this happened in a couple of seconds. This entire incident was happening, but I still wonder, the boy was not shouting, other people who saw it, started shouting for the boy. I saw the whole incident myself, and was at 4-6 steps away from the boy. I threw my bag, ran towards him, clenched his left hand, lifted him out of the gap, and left the boy on the platform. He was now safe. He might have lost both of his legs or his life to the train just because of this mistake.

I went backwards, lifted my bag, started moving forward and gave a look to the boy. He was staring at me. He was quiet, neither crying nor frightened of the incident. The bunch of newspapers was still in his hand. I saw him once again, his eyes were saying everything. The crowd was shouting to him-" pagal ho gaya tha kya?" , " dikh nahi raha tha train chal rahi thi?" " baap kahan hai tera?" etc.. he didnt respond to any of the comment, he kept staring me, i cant explain how his eyes were looking at me.

As I moved on, crowd (uncle log) again- " bahut ache beta" ," ekdum sahi time pe pakde ho yar tum isey, warna ye toh kat jaata" , " kahan ke ho beta" etc..... I didnt want to miss the train, so I walked forward, got into the coach and luckily got the TTE seat.

In the complete 1 hr journey to lucknow, I kept thinking, what his eyes were saying, why was he not crying, nor frightened, why he was expressionless by face, but not by eyes, I might think as if he was replying to the crowd- " ye sab nahi karunga to bhi mar hi jaunga".

I was thinking, why he was running to sell the newspapers, it was 8 in the morning! , he might be running for his school too, why he is deprived of education. Ah! , leave the education apart, why is he deprived of his childhood, just because he has born in INDIA? The so - called shining India? where even parents do not care about their children , they have no concern , whether the child is enjoying the childhood, is he safe, is he learning good things or not, they have only one concern , to overcome their hunger and just " SURVIVE".

Many kids like that boy, daily start their morning with nothing. They run , they compete, they overload themselves, to just survive in this country. the country whose nominal GDP is tenth in the world and per capita income is $1219, it is going to be a superpower till 2020, has high export and import figures, has strong IT sector, has solid economy with growth rate of 8.5% but still 37% people are below poverty line. Also as much as 41.8 per cent of the rural population survives on a monthly per-capita consumption expenditure of Rs 447, spending only so much on bare necessities such as food, fuel, light, clothing and footwear and they have to fight daily just to survive, to prove their existence in this society, to respect the life given to them, by keeping themselves alive....

They journey was over and a call from my mother broke the chain of thoughts coming into my mind, but still, I am thinking, the biggest question, WHO is responsible for all this?

I have written all that what i had in my mind, if you are one of the persons reading this post, kindly leave a comment of what you got from this post, and what do you think about these kind of situations. Your comments will be very helpful for me.

Thank you.