Showing posts with label revenge story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label revenge story. Show all posts

Friday, May 1, 2020

Did she really loved me....? Part-14


Rum in campus..

    Turquoise top, white pant, white heel sandals. Curly hair-fringes, swirling and showing in which direction wind should flow.Watch on right-hand. That's all, makes a complete wonderful girl more beautiful. I asked her, why do you wear watch on right-hand?, Alma said, 'So that whenever I look at, it should show me everything right' I said fair-enough logic. 'What logic you are talking about Varun?', Mom said, what are you talking, are you dreaming, get-up, you will get late. You need to go to Bangalore today right? Word 'Bangalore' catapulted me back to my senses. 'Oh gosh..that was a dream'. Alma's calls diminished to nothing during this period . Don’t know what could be the reason, has she forgotten me or she has become too busy in her academics.

   I was not at all happy during my training period because I was based in Bangalore and as per my earlier research the company didn't had any juice in the UK. We were given accommodation in companies guest house, situated within the company for few days, till we find our own accommodation. It was Friday and a fully-packed training session day. My room-mate, Jagdish Chandra, said 'tired?', lets have fun today. I looked at his face, which had both question and answer in a single go. Without waiting for answer, he said, you wait here, I will come in a hour, just arrange some chips and wash the glasses. Keeping me clueless, winked with his left-eye and he vanished, taking with him my small thermos bottle. After two-hours he came with lot of sweat and fear on his face. I asked him 'What happened? Where is the bottle?'



   And he elaborated the instance. He said, getting alcohol in campus is not allowed, so I emptied that in the your thermo-bottle, meticulously as if I was doing 'Kipps Apparatus'  experiment in Chemistry lab. To cleanly pass, the security check, I threw the bottle within the campus from outside and marked where I threw it. My bad luck, when I threw it, security guy was passing-by. 'Thawwd...' the bottle made the noise and security heard it, he walked towards the heard noise. Before I could reach, he reached, picked-up the bottle and opened it. I guess security recognized the brand, just by its smell. To catch the person who did it, he hide behind the tree. I was quick enough to enter the gate after throwing and could see him waiting for the culprit. Worried, I ran away from there, to catch any suspicion on me. Somehow got saved.

   During my training period I developed good interest in Shell scripting and SQL Database. And I was just too good in it. But started breaking from within, bit-by-bit, as I felt my struggle of completing engineering just to be in UK with my Alma, would never come into reality. Some how I completed my training-cum-probation period of six months. Now we will be allocated to some project or the other. We were asked to update our profile with our first preferences in terms technology and location in companies internal portal. Which helps the company with talent-pool information. I was assigned to local Bangalore based project. But  week later I came to know that I will be shifted to a newly acquired project of the company.

     It was the first UK based client of the company. The client needed exactly what I was skilled in ‘Shell scripting with SQL database’, a unique skill-set. Company didn't want to take any risk with new client, so puts its best guys in that project. I was among the youngest to get direct onsite opportunity as a fresher. I felt like a Pulitzer Prize winner, as if a fiction script was written, and things were happening that way. Complete Drama. My happiness had no limit. I jumped thrice wherever I was standing to demonstrate my happiness. I realized that soon my dream to meet Alma would be turned into reality, though it was still searching needle in haystack. I took a leave of four days before project and Visa formalities starts and came to Mumbai to know Alma's exact UK whereabouts.

Continued in next release, click below links for releases till now:

Did she really loved me....? Part-1

Did she really loved me....? Part-2

Did she really loved me....? Part-3

Did she really loved me....? Part-4

Did she really loved me....? Part-5

Did she really loved me....? Part-6

Did she really loved me....? Part-7

Did she really loved me....? Part-8

Did she really loved me....? Part-9

Did she really loved me....? Part-10

Did she really loved me....? Part-11

Did she really loved me....? Part-12

Did she really loved me....? Part-13

Did she really loved me....? Part-14

Did she really loved me....? Part-15[The End]

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Sunday, April 26, 2020

Did she really loved me....? Part-12


Engineering First Year and charged current

   I scored 86.67% in PCM, good enough to get admission in an engineering college and I manged to get admission too. I studied very seriously, I wanted to reach my ultimate goal my ultimate destination. I attended lectures regularly. Like others even I shivered for a subject called as Mechanics. Easy to understand, difficult, sorry 'VERY DIFFICULT' to solve those insalubrious questions. One such question was, speed of fly is 10 km/hour and train speed is 180 km/hour, so when the fly enters the running train, why it doesn't get dashed against the train-door or inner compartment of train? Who writes, these questions man, playing with the emotions of students.

  Call, frequency reduced as day passed. My first semester exams were over, and results were out in a span of one month. Ohh holy, my heart sinked looking at my scores. I was just near the boundary line of passing marks in each subject, and just scored 08 marks out of 100 in Engineering Mechanics, which means I flunked in it. I don’t know where I felt short or where my efforts were less. I banged my head against the college foyer wall, and sat silently. It was not my failing or my low scoring disturbed me , but the deviation graph showed lot of variation from my aggregate 60% marks. Of course I called my chintanhar Chintu, on his college care-off number, as expected he asked me to meet in evening. But I was so desperate to meet him that day, I went to his college directly from my college. I addressed my concern to him.

   I never flunked in any exam till now, how can I fail so drastically. The engineering ghost thawed. Chintu laughed again and again and...again!! I cant say, I just felt like Yamraj laughing mercilessly, in-front of an  about to die person. Chintu said, 'Welcome to Engineering!!' It is not that easy to pass engineering exams, here your stereotype studying methods wont work, here proper time and study management works. 'But I studied everything I said, but meager material came from what I studied' , I said. He asked me to wait for a while and called a senior student from his college to explain me on so called 'How to study for engineering?'.

   Good luck or bad luck, Alma called me that very same day. Though it was difficult to hide the score bruises I got that day, but the melody in her voice soothed my failure pain a bit. Well I didn’t inform Alma, that I took admission in computer engineering, wanted to surprise her, when I will be there in UK after my course. Yes, long-journey, sown a seed, waiting for fruit, long-term planning. I asked her, has she got admission in college? She replied 'Yes',  I asked her 'When she will return?' she said not so soon.  Well that's what I wanted, let me come to you and surprise you girl, my heart said.

   Now I had a major over-head, total 6 subjects to study, five of second semester and one monster-bull, Mechanics backlog and also bringing the 60% average marks graph-worm back on track. I started studying not according to me but to what the senior suggested me of.  For Mechanics my exam center was in different college. I was prepared and was confident. Though this confidence dilutes every-time after seeing the Mechanics results.



    The exam center was an under construction building, there were many naked wires hanging here and there. Still there was bit of time for exam-rooms to open. I was standing with my back touching one of the walls, and accidentally my head touched a non-insulated live electrical wire. My head jerked and my body vibrated for a while, as if I had Parkinson's for those few seconds. Bell rang and someone pushed me while walking, to relieve me from that current. One more demo, its not that easy to pass 'Engineering Mechanics', the grandfather of all Engineering subjects. The job of carrying charge from one place to another is handled by electrons, but that day it was helped by my head also. Though the current was nasty, but while writing paper, I realized as if some invisible power sent that magical current in my head and charged my brain with 'Super Mechanics'. Exam was sheer-fabulous, wrote one optional questions answer as well.

     The miracles were not too far, just after two months the results were out, Bravo!! I cleared all the subjects in next semester, well the percentage were not too great, but was happy with those 56% in second semester and clearing the big ghost ‘Mechanics’.  The first year aggregate was 54%,  far away from 60%.  Now I have to score 63% in every year now to compensate.


Continued in next release, click below links for all releases till now:

Did she really loved me....? Part-1

Did she really loved me....? Part-2

Did she really loved me....? Part-3

Did she really loved me....? Part-4

Did she really loved me....? Part-5

Did she really loved me....? Part-6

Did she really loved me....? Part-7

Did she really loved me....? Part-8

Did she really loved me....? Part-9

Did she really loved me....? Part-10

Did she really loved me....? Part-11

Did she really loved me....? Part-12

Did she really loved me....? Part-13

Did she really loved me....? Part-14

Did she really loved me....? Part-15[The End]

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Did she really loved me....? Part-11



Agony and friends suggestion

   12 May 1997, 10:00 PM Alma called me[international calls have longer ringtone, easy to recognize who called), I jumped like a frog to the phone. I couldn't  explain my happiness hearing her voice. I felt short of words while talking to her. She did not reply, when inquired about her calling frequency.  She just said, you also come here, I feel lonely. I don’t know how serious she was. But left me with a  wild thought, forced me to think 'Can I also stay in UK with Alma?'  We didn't speak much but I kept the phone with this thought process.  Though my eyes were closed and brain awake, only one thing came recursively, 'Is it impossible?'. In past seven generation no one has gone out of country, sorry no one one has every crossed Maharashtra State borders till now. I knew that as UP and MP are neighboring states in India, so similarly US and UK must be, due to rhyming words. This is my limited geography, and I am thinking of 'UK....?'. I went into sleep. Alma's beautiful face, always came in front of me, whenever I closed my eyes , as if  someone was clicking on the next button of Microsoft PowerPoint slides of Alma's photos. Can't sleep.

   I always had a habit of writing down my problems on a piece of paper and solving each, one-by-one. The only thing I wrote was my agony, that was going to UK as 'IMPOSSIBLE' and underlined it three times. While underlining it the fourth time, my pen slipped it just underlined 'POSSIBLE'. Got the answer.

  Next morning I called my friend Chintu(don’t go by his name, he is a 6 feet 3 inch heavily built guy, working in Mumbai's reputed Engineering College's 'Campus Recruitment Cell' ), who's storming guiding brain only work efficiently at eve hours. And more stormingly when a perfect combination two bonds, having molecular formula C2H5OH and H2CO3 are added in right proportion. Right from my SSC final exam he used to guide me, but I never gave any heed to him, but now I was digging the well when I was thirsty, really thirsty. As expected, he told me to meet in evening. So I took along his brand of alcohol and soda, to lure him, what all I will do, husshh

    Around 8:00 PM I visited his house. Then I gave the compete prologue of what had happened till now. I asked him, is it possible to visit UK?  'Visit?' , 'You can stay in UK for years'. My twigged ears rose up in 90 degrees, perplexed by his statement. I inquired him with more curiosity. Chintu explained me about the Software Companies that come to his recruitment cell every year, the package they provide etc..etc..etc. I couldn’t find the word 'UK' in whatever he was talking, I interrupted him in between. He said, ' Insane man, whatever projects these companies work on, are majoritily from 'US or UK'. 'So?' , I still couldn’t understand what he was talking about. 'Brother, he caught one of my just rose ear and made it perpendicular to my head and said my dumb friend, listen properly now, if the projects are from UK, and if requirement is there, you have to go to UK, to work on those projects. Staying time span varies project to project, sometime they are long-term projects.'  I started painting  of my presence in UK with Alma though he was yet to complete. Chintu shook me to get me back to my senses.

    I asked him 'Can you try for my job in any of the UK based company which come for recruitment in your college?' 'Ofcourse not', he answered. I looked at him with flummoxed vision. How can my so near friend, cant help me, when I needed his help the most. 'B.E' he said. 'What's BE' I asked him. 'Bachelor of Engineering in Computer or Information technology is required.' This was the biggest full-form I have ever heard of two small letters 'BE'. The campus recruitment criteria suggest one to be BE with average percentage 60 or more and no backlog. I surrendered myself infront of my UK route guru. I said 'What should I do? Now you only tell me.'

    I looked at him with full hope, similar to hope people have on Sachin Tendulkar during an India-Pakistan match. Chintu said, ' You have just given your HSC exams, incase you get good score, blindly take admission into any good engineering college, don’t ever think of medical course.'  I murmured in my brain, 'Yes guru, no medical.' Though I was confident of my score, but now I needed  it for a purpose, the purpose to travel to UK, just to meet ...... Alma. I was wandering how a guy, dying to see a girl in Mumbai local train, was thinking to visit UK just to meet her. I felt the transformation was healthy, and amazed by vertical growth Chintu was showing me. I rose-up and confirmed the saying, 'Behind every successful man there is a woman and my woman is my Alma...Alma..Alma!!.'

   Chintu again interrupted in my pinnacle reached dreams, 'Comeback young man, where do you get lost again and again. Do you want to listen to me, or shall I stop?' I realized one thing 'When going gets tough, then peg gets going for him ' and again offered one more small peg of 'C2H5OH and H2CO3 '. 'No please continue guruji’, I said. 'The free-career guidance and shipment to UK was very important to me.' ‘Score 60% in every semester, get selected through campus recruitment. If the company project needs you to be in UK, you will be deputed to UK and to your Alma for sure'. I was feeding this repeatedly to my brain and thanked him for showing a ray of light and left with a smile and multifold questions.

   Alma didn’t call me from past 16 days. I tried gaining more and more information through people and limited  internet access during those days.

   02 June 1997 my HSC board results day. I prayed to every God on my way to college, to collect result. I prayed to pass with good score, just to get admission in an engineering college. Truly speaking I wanted to study Geology further, but its engineering now.

Continued in next release, click below links for all releases till now:

Did she really loved me....? Part-1

Did she really loved me....? Part-2

Did she really loved me....? Part-3

Did she really loved me....? Part-4

Did she really loved me....? Part-5

Did she really loved me....? Part-6

Did she really loved me....? Part-7

Did she really loved me....? Part-8

Did she really loved me....? Part-9

Did she really loved me....? Part-10

Did she really loved me....? Part-11

Did she really loved me....? Part-12

Did she really loved me....? Part-13

Did she really loved me....? Part-14

Did she really loved me....? Part-15[The End]

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Saturday, April 25, 2020

Did she really loved me....? Part-10


Raj..Raj....Raj

     We both were looking at a boat far away from the shore, but we could easily see  the tri-colour flag deep in the ocean, mounted to the ship. I felt the flag reflected our emotions, both of us wanted to say something, but were finding it difficult to express it. Some sea breeze came as if the waves transported it for me; she looked at me at the same time, her hair-fringes engulfed some part of her face. Some of her hair got caught between her lips, I wanted to lock this flabbergasted moment, gosh, a perfect moment of pause. I could see her eyes glinted a firelight and were playing hide-n seek through those engulfed hair. I felt as if the world should take a pause for sometime so that my penchant could personally uncover her hair back to their position with my hand, which covered her face. Alma could easily sense the black magic created on me by the curly black weavers.  I am sure the mercury in any thermometer would have been hovering around minus values.

    Alma continued, ‘I never felt Raj carried a malevolent feeling for me. Truly speaking, I started liking Raj for his truthfulness, helpfulness and genuine behavior. I don’t know whether it was love, but yes I liked him. I missed him a lot when he left India.’ For me it was apathy, but I felt she was bold enough to speak the unpalatable truth. It was difficult for me to listen further and need of the hour was to know the correct difference between ‘Love and Like’.

    We both again became silent. I wanted to leave the place, as there was nothing for me in her plate. I was about to say ‘Can we leave?’, but before I could say anything she continued ‘My life again blossomed with happiness when I communicated with you on my project work.’ I was catapulted back from an almost lost battle. I sat more firmly, relaxed with shoulders bit more confident and raised atleast by an inch upward. I slowly looked at her face from my left to her right while she was talking. I felt a spark. She moved her fingers to-and-fro through my fragly-wagly beard and came a bit near to me. In next few seconds the distance between us diminished to zero centimeters while she was talking. It was my first ever kiss, a kiss on my lips, which lasted for almost 30 seconds. My jugular vein got frozen for next minute. The Earth rotates from the west towards east, but no one can feel this rotation, I felt this rotation in those 30 seconds when I closed my eyes.

    It was 6:30 PM. Alma said, lets leave.  The waves became more furious than earlier, rather buzzing like a set alarm-clock. I tried to snooze it by saying to her, 10 more minutes can we wait. She said ‘ok’, These 10 minutes got over so fast, before I could start any topic, Alma said, “Mom would bother if she doesn’t find me at home.” We left.

   Returning back home, I was very happy. I was still feeling the tenderness of her lips.

   Next day, I asked her to meet, at a very known place to all mumbaikars....Mumbai’s favorite meeting point, after local train platform. Here, you will find many unknown faces searching for unknown person[just knowing by name and voice], the famous area outside McDonalds Restaurant at Andheri West. At that location even I was feeling lost, so I adjusted and stood just away from that so called ‘searching crowd’. A bus passed just in front of me, it threw all the possible dust and dirt the road had on me, I closed my eyes and gave swift curve to my head towards my right side, and my mad brain played a song for me, ‘roop suhana lagta hai, chand poorana lagta hai, tere aage o’ jaanam’, I got my answer, she must be very much near to me.

   The moment the bus left from my sight I saw her, beautifully dressed in tight jeans, tight white T-Shirt properly tucked in, with a jeans shrug, with a perfect multicolor goggle, reflecting her perfect multicolored nature for today. Looking at her I felt as if I took a bite of a nasty-indian-green-chilly. She was looking very spicy. I wanted to take her somewhere else, but she said, she was hungry. Hungry at 12:00 noon?  Alma pushed me inside the restaurant, my pocket was not ready for this, I applied all the possible breaks I could apply to my legs, without letting her know. We moved inside the restaurant, we both were standing at the order-counter, she ordered bunch of things. I was worried about the thick-fat bill that I would have pay for this gigantic order. She said ‘Do you want anything more?’ I said, ‘Have we ordered for today only or tomorrow also?’ She took it as a joke, and gave a smile, but I was really serious. I gave the order, and was waiting for that bill-gong to burn my empty pocket. The person at the billing counter, said, 250 Rs Sir. I coughed, as I heard that amount, it was more than my monthly train-pass. I just had 100 Rs in my pocket, an embarrassing moment for me in front of a lady. I slid my hand inside my back-pocket of my pant to search for my wallet. The moment I looked up, I saw a debit-card first time in my life that too so closely in Alma’s hand. I said ‘Hey let me pay, what are you doing, it doesn’t look good. She said its okay, no problem, next time you pay. I said second time to her, no its completely wrong, I called you, let me pay. She was about to take her hand back, I stopped myself, and said, ‘If you are feeling bad then you can pay now, but next time I will pay, okay?’ She nodded with an affirmative answer . ‘Huushshh’, I breathed a sigh of relief.  Bought our order, she spoke less, while eating, probably giving justice to right thing at right time. I heard somewhere that beautiful girls eat less, she proved it wrong with a demo. We continued meeting for next 10 days at various locations.

    Silver Beach was my favorite because of the fantastic location and we used to wrap the whole discussion in just 5 Rs peanuts or maximum 10 Rs bhel. That day, Alma was looking bit worried. She said, ‘I want to say something to you'. I swiftly opened my closed eyes. I said to her, tell me Alma, what you want to say? I thought the moment has arrived and she will propose me, the bubbly feeling got goose-bumps on me. I allowed her to take charge. 'I don’t know what it is, but I have really started liking you and I don’t want to miss you any more', she said. Don’t want to miss means?, I am here only, we can meet regularly. She took deep breath and looked down, I said 'What happened?' 'Why mixed emotions?', even I like you a lot as a friend.

    'Varun, after dad's death, mom has become very lonely, though they were divorced, but they knew that they both were made for each other. The vacuum created by this incident in mom's heart has made her restless and made her unable to concentrate on her work. Recently Wockind Technologies Ltd. have acquired my moms company and they have retained her position in the company but have asked her to join their UK branch in few days. I couldn’t understand the seriousness of what she was talking, I said ' So its good, what's the issue.'  'Alma’s face showed irritation of my frivolous comment, as if I spoilt the blasphemy of the situation, Varun you are not understanding, even I will have to move to UK if she goes.' My heart shattered and broke like a mirror in seconds.  I don’t know how to solve this puzzle, the puzzle of my just started love-line, my life-line. I felt like an egg, which if breaks from inside, a life starts and if it breaks from outside, a life ends. Mine broke from outside, to forget the cutest girl of my life. God the Savior, what game are you playing? What shall I do now, we both observed complete two minute silence, as if we were mourning for a loss a grief-stricken of hope.

    I don’t know what to say. But just to console her and my current mental status, I said with a materialistic smile on my face 'So for how many days are you going with your mom?'  Alma replied, 'Atleast six years, but not concrete mom said. The company is thinking of fast vertical growth and expansion of company business, to overcome acquisition cost as fast as possible.'  It was difficult to understand the technical terms, what her mother has dumped into her ears. The sweet hangover created by the few-days back kiss, got purblind.

   I said, 'So how and when will we meet? ' she did not reply.  After thinking for a while she said, she will call me on my residence number. This brought a smile on our faces. I said okay, but promise me you will study hard and we will meet once you are back in India. She said 'Sure.' It was difficult to digest life without Alma for couple of years, what if she forgets me. My heart sinked but there was no remedy for it.

   I was continuously looking at her, just to store how much my brain could grasp her as if she was leaving the next day. We got up and left the lovely beach on a not so-happy note. I dropped her at her residence and I headed ahead to my house.

   We continued talking over the phone almost for a month. I didn’t know how the month passed away. Suddenly she did not call me for three days, passing a day without talking to her is very difficult. One evening she called me, she seemed to be in too much hurry. I said 'What happened, any issue?' She replied, 'Varun I was busy helping mummy in packing so could not call you. Mom said we have to leave within two days.'  There was nothing in my hand to stop it.

   She flew away. I did not ask her to which location in UK she was going. In few days Alma called me from UK, due to time difference and huge call tariff rates we spoke in terms of seconds-meter. I felt good after her call. I used to wait for her call. As days passed by, the call frequency became less and less. From once a week to once a month.  'Could be, she must be busy in her academics?’


Continued in next release, click below links for all releases till now:

Did she really loved me....? Part-1

Did she really loved me....? Part-2

Did she really loved me....? Part-3

Did she really loved me....? Part-4

Did she really loved me....? Part-5

Did she really loved me....? Part-6

Did she really loved me....? Part-7

Did she really loved me....? Part-8

Did she really loved me....? Part-9

Did she really loved me....? Part-10

Did she really loved me....? Part-11

Did she really loved me....? Part-12

Did she really loved me....? Part-13

Did she really loved me....? Part-14

Did she really loved me....? Part-15[The End]

Hey Corona, you should go now!!

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Part-1: Want to quickly become an Selenium Automation Engineer and build framework right from scratch?


Part-2:Want to quickly become an Selenium Automation Engineer and build framework right from scratch?

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