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“So, What happened did you guys meet your sister?”
“Yes, I saved her, we are now located in Australia. She works in a zoo and I am yet to know what work suits me after such a beautiful degree.”
“Your other two friends? What about them?”
“Lizzy got a job, hotchy is contemplating basically.”
“What about the story?”
“Ahh, we were trying to create a fiction out of our experiences mixed with our imagination. The world often likes to hear spiced up tales. So, we weaved one and plan to use it as a plot. We used names which are mostly derived from Shrum’s people and yes, we knew that everyone taps into others, using the service generously. Basically they did not want Shrum to flourish, they tried giving a bad reputation to her, some sort of freak or crazy person, aged and mad. We have not done any tapping. For us, it was word of mouth. The story revolves around three woman and their lives in the city. Many of the experiences are not hers but used in her name. Our offices could give us trouble but it was more anonymous. So we have used the plot with her as the protagonist. We intended nothing about anything.”
“So, all this while it was a plot?”
“Yes, the world needs stories, experiences were real, but the plot involved and worked in a way some office mindset’s are, and this was one such mindset where she worked.”
“What about other factors?”
“It is about other factors and we just feel it is right. I am very intuitive and it is intuition which is more important. I like to understand why does a city have to deal with everything wrongly. But at one point we were scared. Shrum was scared too. When life is at stake, it is difficult to understand who is your friend and who is not? If you have to understand that everywhere employees require a lot of other things apart from a job and women all around need security. If you ask a woman to sacrifice her dignity or self respect she won’t take it right way and everywhere some women prefer to live on certain terms, not everyone can see it.”
“Basically do you think it’s offices?”
“No, frankly not. It is our people, some people and other people. It is human to human behaviour. We know some of Shrum’s native people who worked here, were also involved. One of the guy once taunted while she crossed the street, “her mother’s care, why she is having lung cancer or what?”
She knew those people.
She chose to keep quiet. Pain is subjective. It can be felt truly by those who know pain. Similarly you can behave sobrely if you know how to work towards it.
Some boys ran in front of her, when she was traversing her commute, we found out later who those were, when she mentioned something about jogging in office.
It was strange, how people think that they can bully and tease others and bring them down.
The office is a place where everyone should be equally encouraged and it should not be biased or provocative, negative in any which means.
Some people told Shrum that if your family is not letting you become like us, leave your family. They said they can help her create a case against the old parents, in the worst case disease them or kill them. That was trespassing since she did not tell them that her family was a disturbing element in her life. Nope, she is so devoted to them.
She chose to live with them.
It’s odd, vile and totally not acceptable.
Dealings can’t change based on human origins, and influences must be very judiciously judged.
Just because a worker is not willing to work one day, or takes leave one extra day or goes off to her native asking for a sick leave does not give humans the right to scare the woman or give her life threat.
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The Best Birthday Gift – HHDL's message on his 84th birthday from his residence in Dharamsala, HP, India on July 6, 2019. pic.twitter.com/Bc5wNwDSbC
— Dalai Lama (@DalaiLama) July 6, 2019
Another man celebrates his birthday.
He is not merely great by his birth but also by his work.
He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Peace and he never tired when he is given a topic he believes in, you Listen he is happy, you obey he is very happy, you do not listen he repeats again till you actually listen.
He is neither happy nor sad….it’s rather a wrong way to denote his practice but he is blissfully peaceful….
I am referring to none other than His Holiness, the venerable Dalai Lama.
Many belated happy returns to this great spirit, and wish I could follow at least one of his advices at all times, but I must say I try and trying doesn’t mean I don’t try. It means I try very hard to follow the first commandment.
Dr APJ Abdul Kalam was one of the presidents of India.
In the year 2005 in the winter month of December he came for the International symposium which I was attending as a student.
After a mass speech, he spoke to many a small group of students who were present in that room.
Our group had four to five girls and he spoke to us about women education and women empowerment.
He told us that as women you may encounter many troubles in your path since women are truly not free even today. But do not get perturbed. Remember there is nothing called a man and a woman. There is only one being on Earth and we are humans alone.
Behave like one and be like one always.
Try to stick around always to what you believe. Never change your beliefs even if they don’t feed you and clothe you well since it’s only your beliefs and faiths alone that make you who you are and who you can be.
After thirteen years I visited his maqbara in Rameshwaram which was hoisted by our present Prime Minister Narendra Modi Sir.
The grave is in the centre and it’s something worth visiting. His life stands out and his beliefs too. When you see the size of the town the size of the man would seem big.
But when you see the sea, the vastness of it, I am sure we all will know that he was smaller than the sea, a part of the sea was perhaps in him and that is what made him deep.
He had spent long hours sitting quietly watching the sea he told us on that trip to the seminar.
His last remains, his things are all there in the museum.
May his soul rest in peace.
Below are some pics from the visit.
Two more chapters would be added.
This would be to accommodate the story and bring it to a close.
It would include our stories also.
This will take some time.
We begin our journey next with some other story.
May the love and light be with you.
There were a few more incidences which shook Shrum.
1) There was a beggar who used to stay near her then rented home. One day Shrum saw he slept in winter nights without a proper cover, so she gave him a shawl, a warm woollen shawl. The next to next day, she saw the beggar was loitering near her gate. She ignored. The very next day he came back to the gate clean shaven in his specs and the dress was washed clean he wore her shawl. It scared us for a moment. Do you see the abnormality? We were so stricken at that moment.
2) One night almost after an hour of her return, she heard a whimpering sound, the man was begging for his life. Another man scolded him for sometime under her breath and then there was a gunshot. She kept quiet, sat praying, since she was alone then. The man screamed under someone’s hands pressed on his mouth, then there was no sound. All fell silent, five minutes later, a heavy rumbling bike came and stood for sometime. It went off. I heard the rest part, the rumbling bike and the gunshot over the phone. We were again scared. Few days later, the scrap person alighted with a bandaged leg and a fresh wound. I had asked Shrum to ignore.
3) Every single person was tapping into other’s phone and using google GPS tracking system to track the whereabouts of anybody. It was easy and cheap. During our tenure, we saw so many hooking. We were just tracking the disturbing elements, however there were some phones which I found tapping into official calls. It was hard to understand who they were since the routes used were often anonymous.
4) We also found out people from Shrum’s homeland, who were participating in the raucous. We do the posting on my friend’s site who has nothing to do with this whole episode and Shrum passes on the daily prophet. She and Shrum have never agreed to hear to anything whatsoever. She was well aware she might need another job or need to fend for herself anytime. The homeland people, specially caused a raucous for a little while.
5) When the family went on trips, on one such trip, to Kedarnath located at 12500 feet, we noted three people following them to such heights. Why? They impose and try to micro influence by using words, pictographs. Two girls and one guy were sandwiched between their room and their parents room. Whole night their sexual sounds and foreplay did not let shrum’s family sleep. That very evening, while they stood on the balcony watching the aura of the place, one girl came out and looked slyly at Shrum mumbling, “Be happy with what you have got, don’t try to run for things like this. We have to chase you now into mountains is it?” She was not looking at her. Shrum took her photo. She had no ear phones on. She looked again at her and left. The fun was that very day, the ex president of India also visited the holy land. Shrum reached by noon and just then roads were blocked. So the trio reached only by evening, missing a few precious personal moments of the family sadly.
6) In the next rented apartment, one day Shrum noted huge boot steps inside the house. Boots of men after she came from office at three. Her sister would obviously not wear men’s boots. She confirmed also with her sister who denied any service man from visiting her house.
We placed a hidden camera in her house. Lo! People walked in, sometimes. They searched her house, placed gadgets and retrieved gadgets. We had only one camera and we could not afford to see all the rooms always. But, yes, recorded versions stand of few days.
Question is, why were so much restrictions. Everything around her was being used for a reward and punishment system. If Shrum and Sheila did something good, small things would turn into rewards, if they did something not so good, the same food would turn into poison. Micro management to this extent was not allowing any growth for anyone. What were they doubting?
If they were doubting that we would know their trade secrets and open a business for ourselves they were wrong.
If they were doubting we would play with someone’s life, they were wrong.
If they suspected Shrum or Sheila of anything, why did not they ask them on the face as employers running some basic screening as happens in other organisations.
What were they punishing her for?
For what exactly? She had not touched even a single soul. We do not wish even today to touch a single soul. However even after five months of leaving the job, her phone, iPad and all other gadgets are still being monitored closely.
Are they ants moving towards bright light, blinded by the fact that Shrum is a girl and like every living organism, she holds the right in her country for self defence. She holds the right to object things she is not comfortable. The Indian constitution grants her such ability.
They had done enough, each of them. Trying to suppress a human in such a way simply shows they dint want her in the office. Five months after she left their chasing show they wanted her not in a way she was ready to serve but in a way they wanted her to be, but then a simple conversation into their crooked ways with Shrum could have given Shrum the freedom to decide more honourably.
If she walked out denying to follow their ways, it should have been respected.
Now, also since she has walked out of every life, they should not haunt back into her life.
These decrepitude and discoid did not serve the purpose nor does it serve now. They tried to show and find out loopholes in everything about Shrum. They imagined her a terrorist, a thief, a witch and many more. One day, as King sat beside her after sometime complained of severe headache. People did think that Shrum was a witch who could induce headaches in people. She herself suffered everyday from cluster, migraine and sinusitis. Had she been a witch, this would not be a case.
This is the story. Some events have been omitted since there is no proof.
This is our side of the story. We as woman, desire to live in peace too, even if we are ageing females devoid of a proper husband. We do not desire men to warm our beds, we do not desire to have associations with men in any form other than professional, friendly ways (friends only, no friends with added benefits, no friends who warm your bed or give you a baby, no affairs of unnecessary sort). A clean life, if that is what she desires.
If you can’t give a clean life to a woman, what about your daughters tomorrow. Do you want them to have such a life, strewn with men. Or would you marry them off early or in proper age just to make sure she is in custody. Do married women not encounter trouble? They do, but that’s another story not to be told today.
We wished to put our point on the forefront, nothing less, nothing more.
It was 2015 month of May.
Her sister had come out of her college and desired a job.
As an elder sister, we all looked at Shrum. We thought if they took her, all the bruises they laid upon her would be forgotten. She passed on the news to a seemingly gentle woman, a manager of theirs then, as part of quality review team.
She said, “you give it to me, we will take it from there.”
She trusted her words.
She send the CV of her sister and waited patiently.
The interview day, her sister walked in. She thought her name would be enough. She asked some random managers if she could put their names in her application. They too, confirmed it was enough if she incorporated shrum’s name.
Maria and her husband were in the panel. She raised up to that level in her ways. They had held hands with Sucheta and she too was taken for the first round corrections.
They all confirmed her sister had done very well in the first rounds.
Then walked in Pure. He took Shrum to a room and closed the door behind, “Why do you want your sister here?”
“It would be nice since we both can work together. We can ease our life a bit.”
“You know to get in, you need to pay money.”
Shrum smiled. She was not sure what it meant.
Instead he could have said that she needed to put his name as the referrers so that he could take the referral bonus.
They could have told her if some extra bucks she needed to pay. She would have done that happily.
Such a stray comment also created a concern in Shrum’s life, if that could drop her in trouble. She might have been send behind the bars if she did something impromptus.
She kept quiet and mumbled a sanctification.
He was probably not satisfied.
Next few days, a southerner came up and said, “Your sister has got selected.”
Shrum thanked profusely. Was there something else she could do more than that?
I was preparing for my exams and I had to beat it. Meanwhile my sister had become a little aloof thanks to her boss.
Lizzy and rom com had passed six months back and they had already got calls from five universities.
Well, on the interview day, the single lone punjabi, other tribes, Sucheta and each one had confirmed they would definitely take her. Meanwhile Sun’s rays had left the organisation somewhere in 2014 and New Kumar had left in 2015 February. In the last years, New Kumar would carry a friend with him if at all he met Shrum in a slightly lonely area like a cafeteria or a copier room.
He would laugh with the friends explaining the emergency of calling a friend right near her. Few of his friends told her the same after he left.
But then, there was no call coming to her sister confirming the position.
Later almost after waiting a month she asked a few managers who asked her to confirm it with the HR. After repeated requests to HR we finally came to know she was never selected neither was she in the waiting list.
They told her such reasons- two siblings can’t be in the same organisation. There were many who worked together in many organisations, she had never come across any such laid rules in the organisation. Even husbands and wives worked together even in their organisation.
You can’t take the bonus for your sister, you must give it to someone else. Why didn’t you tell in the first place?
Meanwhile, the groups suggested to ask her sister to appear for another department. She agreed believing even those rules. But, there also they kept her hanging.
Then she got into another Organization in Analytics stream of life sciences. But, then they called her sister again for a telephonic round almost after a month, she had joined the other organisation.
Shrum’s sister dwindled slightly but then she stuck to her decision continuing in the organisation which gave her a chance.
Two years later, they merged into one organisation.
Her colleagues, Maria and her husband went for training in the sister’s organisation. They were trying to somewhere show Shrum that they were better or they suffered from some strange awkward minds and mentalities.
Shrum did not understand even this part of their behaviour.
Did it arise from the fact that she always felt her sister’s organization was better?
One day, Yashini, her competitor in Suma’s team who rose to the manager level told her,
“You can’t ever join a sister organisation.” One day while conversation she informed her.
Did they think that by showing, that they are training those teams Shrum considered superior meant they are superior. Training was never Shrum’s trouble, she never competed with them. She never thought she was being put down by being shown that they are getting training opportunities and nor Shrum.
Her mother and my mother had suffered trauma.
The 1971 Bangladesh riots destroyed their homes, their heavens, their dreams
They saw live violence beyond human description. Many being witnessed now in this world. The uncles and aunts who used to once sit with Muslims, eat, sleep, share secrets with the Muslim brethren were cut into pieces.
Some mercies my mothers as children. But, the elder sisters who were grown up and unmarried, were raped, and their breasts were cut, they were hung in the homes from the waist, left to bleed and die.
The men were hacked into several pieces.
Some of them were their school friends, some were uncles, some were people who shared lands with them.
There were a few left in their 189 member families and those few came to Chowmuni to run away.
One of my mother’s uncle spend five days in the pond breathing through a stalk of lotus. The day he eloped, his skin was swollen, white and his eyes could not be seen. The one who helped them run away was a Muslim too strangely.
He gave them all Burma’s, wearing which at the dead of the night they ran off, in the steamer. But, the steamer took off and just near one of our grandmother, the head of Suleimaan chacha landed. She shrieked with horror, and my grandparents brought the head here in Kolkata and they themselves build a grave for him in their own campus. The head was kept in a trunk amidst a shower of some leaves preventing decay and ice sheets.
Later, each of our lands, trees, ponds and the entire business was written in his family’s name.
The strange part was the destroyers were Mussalman and the saviour was also Mussalman who lost his own life for betraying the brethren. He had four small kids and strangely he reminded he mother of Sulaiman Chadha’s face when her mother met the driver. He was that tall and well built with almost a similar face.
She could not stop from thinking that the same face had come to her, the one which saved her small hands, saved her self respect. She did not tell Shrum but she knew. Shrum saw New Kumar in the face, and her mother saw Sulaiman chacha, the lad who got married to a beautiful girl and bore twins twice. The elder pair was four years old when he lost his life. The man who would bring them dates, the one who brought them Kabuli Chana from kabulistan, Afghanistan where his in laws stayed. The one who took her to the fair, bought her orange ice creams, bought her Puri, chole as food.
The man who told her stories of love, hate and war.
She could never forget that man, she could forgive them for what they did to them, but never what they did to him, their own for doing something he thought was right amidst millions who took it as betrayal.
She hated them for long, she despised them, was thoroughly scared of them, she was scared long until one day she met this guy, she did buy him a pair of shoes when he lost his while they went to tour the Mazaar of APJ Abul Kalam. She served him food, she gave him her love in the motherly form. Really did she find her Chachajaan in him for a moment?
God might have done good by building seven faces similar. They truly paid homage and ended their journey of twelve years in that land.