I remember when I was kid and didn’t do my homework, My Mother used to lock me in the store room, located in one corner of our house. That was the most harrowing punishment I could imagine at that time. What I fear most was my belief that Ghost came in that room when it was dark. That fear was commensurate enough to make my tongue stammer and legs tremble. But as I grow up I realised that there doesn’t anything like Ghosts. But how much we grow up and how much we learn wisdom the child in us which we left behind sometimes comes back to us.

Sometimes when it was dark and I’m all alone. When the curtains of my room start reverberating with air or the Stridultary organ of Cricket start chirping in the darkness of night. My heart start beating fast, and I slowly open one of my closed eyes, to inquire the provenance of disturbance, recalling that ghost doesn’t exist. A smile aroused on my face. I go back in my childhood days when I had my own theory of ghost, My own beliefs which i can still recall:

1. Ghosts are afraid of Fire.

2. Ghost can’t harm you, if you have a locket embarking a God’s Picture or OM in your neck.

3. If you see a Ghost and anyhow Ghost come to know this, He’ll surely kill you.

4. If you start chanting Hanuman Chalisa after seeing Ghost, Ghost can’t harm you in anyway.

5.Ghosts have feet in opposite direction.

6.Ghosts work only in night shifts, They remain invisible during day time.

7. Ghosts are purely non-vegetarian and Blood is their favourite food.

8. Not all Ghosts are bad.

9. If you are sleeping in open space along with others in night, then Ghost must attack firstly who is sleeping on edge.

10. While sleeping in open you must not point your finger in sky nor throw Torch’s light otherwise Ghost come to know about your existence.

11. Black is the favourite color of Ghosts.

12. Bullets, Electric shock can’t harm Ghost, only TRISHUL can harm him.

13. 13 is the favourite number of Ghosts.

14. Most often Ghosts reside on Pipal Tree.

These were my myths regarding Ghosts, I can’t stop smiling when I remember all this. Life was far easy when we fear Ghosts and The fear of Ghosts was not that fearful. I wish I can go back to GHOSTY Days

If there exists only one truth in this world than it’s the fact that there are no days like childhood. Childhood is the best phase of everyone’s life. The good thing about those days is we are immature. Immature to truly understand the world, immature to understand relationships. Perhaps one chocolate is more than enough to make someone our friend. When some one asks us to choose between a hundred rupee note and few iron coins, the child in us shall always choose the iron coins. We have been given extraordinary power of weeping that is sufficient to melt anyone’s heart.
I was the naughtiest child anyone can ever imagine. I had been a reason of irritation for many of my relatives and neighbours. This post of mine is dedicated to my favorite hobby of that time, The hobby of pressing doorbells. I remember there didn’t exist a single house in my colony which was not a victim of my hobby. The worst of all had to bear by Sharma Uncle, whose door bell got sick of ringing. There were nearly twenty houses between the place my school bus dropped me and my home. There existed a timetable of on which day which houses’s bell need to be rang. But as said by someone that all bad things come to an end one day, so does good that include my hobby.

It was an ordinary summer noon. My vacations were going on and I were enjoying the vacations. My father had gone office and I was all alone with my mom in my big and sweet home. My mom asked me to bring wiper from a nearby shop. When I got out, I found that street were all empty without any human soul and the whole universe including the street were convincing me that there caouldn’t be a better time for practical implementation of my wonderful hobby. How could I ignore when the whole universe were wishing something from me. I saw left, I saw right but how stupid I was I wouldn’t seen the straight. Alas! Sharma aunty were coming. The operation was implemented and the bomb had been triggered, my hands had already done something that I wouldn’t forget for next 20-30 years. I had no choice but one i.e. to run. I wished india was the host of Olympics in that year and I was the first one from india to win gold in athletics, but who cares for the dreams of a poor child.The only wish I wished was that she wouldn’t had recognised me, while running, but not every wish is destined for accomplishment. I returned back with that bloody wiper and unlike other time with no chocolates. With the hope that if the case had been tracked and accused were detected than there should be consideration of the fact that that the accused had sacrificed his lovely chocolates. My mom was eagerly waiting for me at the main door of my home and behind were standing the stone hearted Sharma aunty. She opened the gate and then what happened I can’t write it in words. The only thing I remember is I had been again sent for bringing wiper after 2 hours, the old one had got sacrificed and I had gained 2 inches in my dimensions.
That was an end of my wonderful hobby but the creation of an everlasting mesmerizing memory. Who said pain doesn’t give us smile..? I’m smiling today remembering the sweet pain that I got on that day.

There are few things in the world, which give us immense pleasure and one such thing is the feeling that one gets in sleeping again after waking up, with a stupid excuse. In order to get myself devoid of this feeling, I used to keep my mobile atleast 5 metres away from me so that I can recall in my sub conscious walk,  that I’m an Infosys Employee.

Anywaz it was a different saturday morning for me, there were two reasons for it. The first and the logical one was I don’t have a test on Monday and the second and the stupid one was I watched a movie till 2:30 in night. So I make a promise to myself that I’m not going to wake up till 11:30 next morning. But all vows, promises and resolutions came to an end when at 10:30 I found someone pushing me up by my leg, with unspecked and half opened eyes, I tried to recognize him but my mind refuse to do so. “Sir, can I please change the sheet..?” He was house-keeping guy. I wanted to kick him out of my room, but even in that unconscious state, I remembered the most pronounced word of Infosys i.e. AASHI. I found it too risky to think on his eligibility criteria of imposing an AASHI on me. I sat on the chair, while the guy was changing the sheet, after sometime he was gone and so was my sleep. I dropped the idea of further sleep. I had no other option than going to class.

I went to class and as always, the first thing and the most common thing that I used to do is to check my mailbox. There were 6 unread messages with 4 bearing the same subject and the rest 2 having the same subject. I opened the one from two which stating something that it was some ridiculous photo taken 100 years back, you should get good luck in next 15 mins if you forward it to 10 more peoples. I recalled that I don’t have a module test, I deleted it. Opened the one from the list of four, It was stating something like .  “Today its world Cancer Day”, though I’m not good at learning dates, but I remember the dates of “World Cancer Day” and “World No Tobacco Day”since I was in class 10^th, crosss checked my knowledge from Google and feel myself pretty satisfied. While I was emptying my MailBox I came across a mail that I got some one month back and that was from a  NGO named Pratham. It was a flagged mail, indicating its importance. I recalled in the first week after joining Infosys I gave my name as volunteer. After that twice I got a mail from there stating volunteer meeting. But due to training overload, I didn’t find it feasible to go there, But I really wanted to go. Thinking it was the right opportunity, I dropped them a mail stating Volunteer participation. After 15 mins, I got a reply saying that the NGO wouldn’t work on Sundays and they had a knowledge bridge session on every Saturday at 4:00 pm. If I’m interested I can attend that. I desperately wanted to go there. I wanted to meet the children and knew them. I believe that there can’t be a better way of enjoying a weekend then devoting it in some social work. I know I’m lucky being educated but I feel myself luckier If I depart this knowledge to those who really need it. The next quest was to find out someone who can accompany me. I aksed few of my friends for same, but they were bit busy with their studies and wanted to devote in the test prep that was on Wednesday. But we all have some friends who are always there to accompany us in anything we do. I called one of my such friend asking her to accompany me, She liked the idea and finally we left for Pratham. It was a typical address, we called on the number that was  there on the e-mail. The guy explained us how to reach there and with little difficulty, we reached there.

It was a small building, on the main road looked more like a house than an office. We entered it, there was a big room having a computer on one table and a laptop on other. There was a showcase having different books on different subjects. There was a chart lying on one corner that had some beautiful words encrypted with wax caryons, stating “The way a man answer the questions depicts his cleverness but the way a man asked the questions depicts his Wiseness”. Perhaps those were one the wonderful lines I had ever read in my life. The chart itself was speaking that its been made by some child not more than 8 years old, but it immensely impressed me that how can one think so deeply. Finally we met the person who was  incharge of that office. He welcomed us, and told us about different programmes that Pratham runs. He told us that they had seven locations in Mysore with 500 students where they run knowledge bridge sessions. Volunteers go there and deliver sessions on any topic which can enhance knowledge of those little children. Since it was our first time, he suggested us to go on any of the seven location and watch the session so that we could get an idea. He then show us a clip, that was devoted to the poor children in India, stating certain facts and figures on illiteracy rate in india. The clip was really touching with an emotional feeling. It was all about children who had to leave their studies because of one or other reason.

Finally we reached one such location, It was in some remote part of Mysore city. The location again resembles more a house than a school or office. We were welcomed by bunch of children, in the age group of 8-15. The children look better than my expectations. They were clean and smart. There was a lady who told them something  about us in Kannada. They were around 25 in number. Each one was having a notebook and pen. The children started conversating with us. They all seems to be intelligent. One of them asked us our name. Me and my friend introduced us to them. I aksed them how many of them knew English, around 15 of them raised their hand. We again asked how many of them understand Hindi, around 4 of them raised their hand. There was a kid who stand up and told me that he knew four languages i.e. Kannada, Telugu, Hindi and English. That was more than a surprise for me. I aksed the children what they studied on the last Saturday and how many of them went to school nearly all raised their hand and one told me that on last Saturday they studied on savings. Water Saving, Electricity saving and Money Saving. I was impressed.  I asked one of the girl who seem to be eldest in the group, how can we save Water..? Irrespective of my expectations she knew each and everything from water cycle to chlorination. I was extremely happy. My friend asked them If they are interested in playing quiz. She told them what actually quiz is and told them that she would ask questions and anyone who knew the answers should raised his hand. The first questions she asked was What is the capital of india..?  Around 6 children raised their hand, one glibbed out Delhi. She told him it was not Delhi but it was New Delhi. He got confused. Next question she asked was how many colors are there on our national flag. I was answering it in my mind as three. But one child answered it as four. I saw at my friend and smiled perhaps she knew the reasons and just said I expected it from you Dumbo. Then she asked many questions like Who is the prime minister of country..? What is the capital city of Karnataka..? Which one is bigger ½ or ¼ and many others.. When we were told that the person who had to take their session had arrived. He was a tall handsome guy. He shaked hand with us. He introduced himself as a localide who was in his final year of B.E., We watched him teaching those small child for sometime, say good bye to them and then left out.

There were mixed kind of emotions going on in my mind, Seriously speaking I had learnt so many things from those small children. There can be 100 excuses of not studying but 1000 hurdles can’t prevent you from studying if you really wanted to study. Education is the basic moral right of every child and to exploit this right is a crime and against human nature. Our Govt. spent millions of rupees for the betterment of these small child but the sad story is not even 10% of it reach in the right hand. We human beings have become so selfish that we can even snatch share of a 5 year old kid. A share if once given to him, he will not live his complete life as labor or as criminal. Man is a social a animal but these days he is howing his animal nature more than his social nature.Things have improved a lot and are still improving, hoping the day is not far away when we have litteracy rate of 100%.