what kind of person "I" is.

I don't know what kind of person the "I" is but I know some thing about "I" let me explain what ever I know, and then we will try to figure out what kind the person the "I" is. Mr. "I" is very helpful but he never expect to be helped, or even if there is need "I" avoids to ask help. He likes to be alone in a dark, means he wish to be alone if there is or no work to do. A bare place in the moon light attracts him. Now about the girl. He usually thinks he hate the girls but this is not completely true, it was long ago when he used to hate due to something happened in the past. Now situations are different and he came to know that all the girls are not alike, so he is now elder in this case. But still there is something in his mind which does not allow him to respect girls in deep. Mr. "I" doesn't like competition with any one and neither he likes any one who wish to compare himself with "I". Sometimes he hearts with little things which may be illogical for the person before and sometimes bigger heartening dose not. I do feel that Mr. "I" likes to called above average although he is not, he likes to people who doesn't criticize him but he also hates them too much since he knows they are acting. Mr. "I" thinks about himself and his career but his motive of career is something different, he knows the level of his background and relatives. He became sometimes disturbed when thoughts come about the future of the relatives. He wants to increase the life standard of the family and relatives, and this is aim of his life. But things is not in his favor right now but he believe in doing besides thinking. Mr. "I" likes a girl but he never let her know because he thinks that she deserves better, this may be foolish but this is way he is. He generally doesn't care what the people doing around until it doesn't harm his back. He loves to do things in his own way, and hates interruption in his doings. Although he used to take suggestion but cares only those which deserves better according to him. He respects peoples who doesn't disturb him, and also those people who either respects him or listen him seriously. He always tries to be happy even if situation does not allow, he only tries and very few time he get success. He knows the family values since situation are not well at his home in fact he has to live in a house not in a home. Many tries to make balance fell into hell. Now about friends: he has very few best friends and many friends still he feels alone in this world since he never founds any one good enough to tell about himself, this doesn't mean he is not willing to do that but he thinks that no one will care, even if care why make his problems as other's problems. He had some bad experiences when people start telling about them but don't have time for his words. These are something which I know about Mr. "I". You might be thinking that I know too much but still not able to figure it out, but it is true. If you??, tell me.

My first phone call........

In 1995 my father told me to call my maternal and tell him that we are coming on next festival(perhaps it was diwali). That was really exciting job for me, since i never touched the reciever before. My father used to operate phones of office but he don't have any idea of call rates, so he gave me Rs 50 for this purpose. I with one of my childhood friend went to a PCO, in the way we have discussed about full forms of the PCO and STD both of us are not sure, but i gussed too many as i think i am a good in that. finally we decided to ask it to the shop keeper. As we went the shop my friend asked what is the full form of your shop, at first he didn't understand and pushed out, As soon as he understand he took in and behave as good as a gentleman behaves to a student. I was nervous when got phone to call my maternal uncle. I was little afraid about the charges, some thoughts are coming like call may cost more than fifty, I may not able to hear the person, may be he or she would take me as a fool. I don't even know how to dial phone number. I was shame to say please dial for me to the operator. The ring started, my heart beat increased proportionally. The sweet voice touched the diaframe of my ear. The sweetness doesn't realized to me at the moment. I was already nervous a female voice made the situation worse , I forgot what to say. I was silent for next 5-7 seconds. Then the word "Hello" comes from the other side. I started saying what I had to very quickly and abruptly since I was afraid of the cost of call may exceeds Rs 50. I thought that she couldn't hear me properly so I repeated my words thrice. This was really funny. She told that she got my words then I felt like victory. After that she asked for anything else, I thought for a moment and replied No. she might have cut the connection but i was still waiting for bye. when no replies came, I put the receiver and looked at the LCD displaying the time taken and seconds. I was looking at this first time, It was 1 minute and 29 seconds I took the seconds as the total cost of the call, and gave him Rs 30 (3 notes of Rs 10). he took all the money and but my friend standing just behind me noticed my mistake and correct the right moment. After that we had first time party in a sweet shop by steeling from money given to me for the call.

Story of an early morning........................

A strange thing happened with me on a morning of winter. I had gone for the festival of "chhath" away from the home with the family of mine to worship on the river bank. Chhath(छठ) is an ancient Hindu festival dedicated to Lord Surya, the chief solar deity, where ever Biharies are settled they used to worship Lord Surya on this festival.
According to an ancient Sanskrit epic Mahābhārata the wife of the Pandavas (Draupadi), worshipping the sun, which was believed to help cure a variety of diseases, including leprosy, and ensure longevity and prosperity of family members, friends, and elders. In addition, it is believed that Chhath was started by Karna, the son of Surya, who became a great warrior.
So what happened that day is goes like this my mother had forgotten to take Aggarbatti, she told me to search for some shop and take some Aggarbatti. It was about 4 o'clock in the morning. this was really unpleasant work for me since i was little young to go alone in the dark fogy night. Any how I have to go so I started from there. I tried for good thoughts but you know what ever you try on such situation ultimately leads to same thing which you are trying to avoid. Suddenly I saw a fully dressed girl, I am sure she had put on all kind of ornaments which is available for a women in the market. At first sight I thanked God as I got someone on the road, since I was alone there. I was little happy and tried to reach slowly but couldn't since she was walking with same speed as I was. As usual her ornaments were making lovely sounds. I forgotten all the fear of fogy and deep black night(it was really night for me). But suddenly some thoughts came in mind, you don't believe I got remember all the horror stories told by grand ma. That time I was really fainted, earlier I was trying to reach to her and it seemed that distance between us increasing, now it seemed that it is decreasing as i was trying to get away form her. I didn't understand what to do. I started praying, then she turned to left and I to right and started running. Then what........
Nothing, I got a shop and took what ever I need and came back from other way. That incident was really funny but it was remembered for long time.

The story of names........

Every one has different name at different location and among different group of friends. I too got several names, each of them have some reason to exist. Now lets start from the beginning. How I got the name which I currently having. As far as I remember my parents wanted to name me Rajeev inspired by PM of that time( Hope every one knows him). but the name gradually turned int to Ranjeet, this happened due to an accident in my childhood. The place where I was in the childhood, about 5-6 boys have name Ranjeet, all of them belongs to same locality. This leads to a lot of confusion while called. I don't have remember what exactly happened, but people started calling me Ranjeet some time by mistake and some time willingly. That time I was too young to understand. Until I got sense Rajeev was turned into Ranjeet. I forgot my previous name and accepted it as my friends knows me by Ranjeet my parents also didn't mind that and I was named Ranjeet in the next admission in school.
Further I was sifted in village for some time. There i got some nick name like bauwa, babu.
my grand ma used to call me babu, and villagers used to call me bauwa. There no one knows me except my family members by Ranjeet. Some people called me sudha inspired by "Budha" and my nature as I was not very aggressive for anything like other childs for the things like sweet, toys or any childish. My grand ma always worry that how I will survive in this world and always suggested me to improve me otherwise people will cheat you. One girl used to call me pardeshiya, as I got a light affair with her and since i lived far from my village for a long time. She was really gorgeous and kind(she is no more).
After that I came to Kanpur again and started my study from 5th standard(A long jump). That was very hard time for me to manage, any how I had to. some of my class mate used to call me by my father's name since there was one other person having same name so my class teacher wrote my name followed by my father's name in attendance sheet. I made several friend and results some new name for me. Some of my friend used to called me Baasu inspired by Ranjeet baasu, a nice character in the serial YUG(on doordarshan), it was the story of Indian freedom fighters. Some of my friends used to call me Rajju Bhaiya as i looks little elder among the members in my group. Some of my school friend used to call me Dr. Jackal inspired from Saktiman serial it was due an accident happened during an experiment in chemistry lab. Some of them call me padhaku, since I was the topper in my school. My play mate used to call me jonty roads as i was the best fielder in our cricket team (One member of this team Mr. Sunil Tripathi is currently a national level player). In the college (IIT-BHU), my friends call me Don, named by my room mate Mr. Pawan Kumar and he was named Machhar on the basis of some similarties(bhinnn).

a village story..........

Some very first years of my life i was at my village. A noble Indian village named "Jogni parsa", it may sound odd, but is not so odd. I called it noble Indian village..yea! here noble doesn't means it has five star hotels big shopping malls and good engineering colleges, but means it has no electricity problem as it has not been wired till now and no any kind of fear to the police as the police station is uncountable miles away from the village and have a well known law of world "jiski lathi uski bhais", this is not problem of government but it is our that we had got a habit of it. people fears of light in the night. Since they can not do some kind of activities which requires perfect black night. What ever it is i liked it too. Don't know now i could survive there for a single week or not, as i had not been there since very long time.I have several memorable moment of my village. I don't know how to write them even if write down no one will be interested to read......who cares i m writing for myself. Once their was a marriage in my relative and no one elder was their at home to attend.
My grand Ma told me to go as i was single man was found her that will not say to her No. Other boys in my grand family(there was not more than 40 people at that time, it may have been doubled now) are not so obeying and i was also considered as a kind of fool which never heart any one by telling him No. As usual i was prepared to go with nice suit(Its a village suit which was necessary if you are going to attend a village marriage as a representative).
As it was my first time for such situation i was also internally happy but not showing them so that i could get a kind of feeling which very few people can understand.
I started to the destination by foot as it was not too far, i took the way from the fields(applied shortest path algorithm) and reached the destination. I personally experienced that what ever you are expecting will never happen in time. It was cloudy day i was expecting to rain but it didn't rain until i reached the destination. Now i got a serious problem as it was a fully loaded cloud and it seems that it got its destination too. It didn't stop until nothing left on the spot to be look like marriage ceremony. Situation was to worse to say. In typical village marriage, i have noticed a "pandal" which also called "maando" in bhojpuru language, usually is made by bamboo and some other grass materials

to be continue...........

Koi deewana kehta hain koi pagal samjhta hai,
magar dharti ki bechaini ko bas badal samjhta hai,
Main tujhse dur kaisa hu,tu mujhse dur kaisi hai,
Yeh tera dil samjhta hai ya mera dil samjhta hai

These are really touching lines from Dr. Kumar Vishwas, a great Hindi poet.

carroming.....

According to some ancient literature it is sure that the carrom is originated in India.
The world's most popular indoor game, has different name in different regions. What ever the name is who care about the name only thing is that i enjoyed this game. This game has most important virtue which can not be expressed in words. It keeps the family members close enough to care & share each other. Its not strategic game like chess etc. This involves a noble mental and physical activity.
That make it most popular. The female members doesn't have much capability or infact interest of thinking so they used to keep a distance from the chess, but they like the carrom since it does not required good processor