Hum Hindustani
For me life has been a smooth way , path without much of the hurdles if not a bed of roses before i joined my college........ My college span can be called as my "learning days", a duration of three and a half years where i learnt and experienced more than at eighteen tears i had spent at home.........When at home i was never given any work which could be caterozied as "useful"(in context to future) by others..... i was never asked to deposit my school fees, no solo visits to post offices, banks or any other task which required handling so called important documents....... well if it was not for my papa i would have guessed the reason as my incompetancy in such matters.......

And here i was at Government Passport Office today in lieu of my passport........ i had heard a lot about Government Offices in India.......... And after being at one, none seem to be a myth...... pan spits on the walls which seem to be not whitewashed since the time they were first erected..... doors n rickety furnitures which seemed to be as old as our independence itself.......the solo ceiling fan...... the only which retold the fact apart from ur wrist watch..... that time is on a move even when the queue is not....... the long queues justify the fact about growing Indian population...... the finally the Government officials...... the clan which i suppose contributes to maximum humour in hindi literature...... the experience was something which gave me an insight of true India...........a nation where even after more then 50 golden years of Independence.......people have to wait in long queues to get most services rendered...... half of whom have an access and exposure to the latest in technologies( most of which would have been put in real practice by now according to latest government stats but which cannot be for atleast coming 5 years)......the other half who contribute generously to the development of the same......

They say for such situations " Either move forward n change it or stay where u r n accept it" n to most of us the second option seems to be the right one....... after all "Hum Hindustani hai".

Day Out
Although this post is rather late but then its better late then never. Total Quality Management project had been at constant source of headache for me quite a number of days until i was finally able to get a appointment with the TQH head NTPC's Dadri with the aid of dadu....

Never the less it was the early morning of 2nd feb , early because it was just 8:00 am of a typical hostel weekend when me and anku set out to Dadri which is a small township in the NCR about 40 kms from my college to obtain a exclusive interview.....

After borading off from a rickety bus which dropped us near a place called Maarousri we boarded a three wheeler called as " faat- faatti" in local dialect... . We finally reached our destination at about 11:00 am ....had lunch at a friend's place.......

the interview was good... far better then what i thought it could be.... it never came to my mind that a public Sector Organisation like NTPC could be so particular about the concept called Total Quality Management aka "TQM" ( after all that has been told to us in our lectures....... i kind of had a notion that such standards were generally forwarded by Japanese , enchanced by Americans, n followed by a bunch of Indian private firms and financial institutions).......

We were done with the final drafts n signature certification by 3:00 pm ..... with still ample of time left before which we could return back........ i ended up having a long chat session with Vishal........all of course with a big pack of kurkure....... with the approaching night came a strange discomfort n a weird thought.......... which i think would keep haunting me for days to come.........