Chicanery of a Churlish Boy

When I was in my school I was a callow boy. I had a very little experience of everything.I did not know how to talk in a office environment. I did know how to control the cadence of my voice. Once because of a calumny by Jayanta I got berated by Subhas Babu. Jayanta made a canard that I was breaking the benches of the school to use them as a cricket bat. Actually that thing was done by Potai, a good friend of mine. I being a candour shared that incident with Jayanta. I even showed the ill fated hands of Potai who had obtained cankers on his palm while he was breaking the legs of the benches. But jayanta turned out to be a cantankerous person arguing with me about the most unimportant things in the world. The place I used to live is very capacious though I had a few capricious neighbours back at that time.We often got involved in a captious arguments regarding the water supply. I had a little showpiece made of glass and it was covered with a carapace for protection. Once during the Diwali we organized a carnival, in which we invited Mr. Amartya Sen as a cardinal guest. After he went, the carnival became a carousal, where the whole crowd was divided into 5-6 cartels.


Because of someone else's fault I got castigated by Subhash Babu. I became a victim of the casuistry of Jayanta. I tried to search the whole library, but I could not find the catechism where the rules and principles of the school are written. In frustration I cauterized some of the redundant books about advertising inside the library itself. I received a caveat from the librarian just after this incident. I was cavilled once again for this headless activity of mine. Since then I became chary. I used to take my steps very carefully and cautiously. I performed every action of mine with certitude. I ignored all the chaffs of the chemistry laboratory. Previously I used to carry them to the field for further experimentation and even got admonished by the lab assistant once. Because of my complete change I changed my image from a cantankerous boy to a rather cherubic one. The chagrin on the the face of Jayanta was quite evident. People came to know the real fact about him. Soon he was known as a charlatan in the school.


Some of Jayanta's friends termed my move as a chicanery. Now after this depressing allegations jayanta became a choleric boy. He was never as churlish as he is now. His ciliated head went well with his newly grown personality. Now he was up to take a revenge on me. The whole rivaly was taking shape in a circuitious manner. And on a contradictory note, he was not even acting in a circumspect manner. During the time in school I went to a clairvoyant once. He predicted that I would be punished in future, for breaking a rule and no one will be there in the courtroom to show any clemency during the event. I though that it was imopssible. At least a clique will be present in the room. I think the teachers were losing their interest in me due to my cloying activities. I coalesced with my best friend to restructure my image in a more constructive way. Once back in November,2000 , I was cycling with my friend. But I fell from cycle at an U-turn. As a result, I had hurt my leg and I had to go to a chiropodist. That was the "D" day for me. I changed in a mysterious way thereafter.

Blasphemy of the Hoi Polloi

Baroque is an artistic style prevalent from the late 16th century to the early 18th century in Europe. To see the art was a beatitude for the eyes. Some felt that baroque is nothing but bedlam of colours on an art paper. Some even got befuddled by the actual meaning portrayed by the picture. One drawing even had a behemoth on it. Sometimes back in the history the baroque artists were beleaguered by the church for being aberrant. The people appointed by the church was bellicose in nature, they used to get involved in all kind of quarrels with the hoi polloi. The church used to pretend of giving benediction to the peoples of the city at the time of Christmas. People used to took the benison in a sacred manner, with head down. But the same church people berated people for small small mistakes. They besmirched the locality by spreading unrest among the people. Some ill fated people people became bibulous, and also bilious as an affect of that. The army had no permanent place to live. They all lived in a bivouac. Some people enjoyed extra benefits in the society because of the blarney, they offered to the pope. The pope also took the help of blandishment to use those people in his favour against his enemies.

More blase workers of the mills were turning against the church each day due to bad administration and the boredom from work. The blasphemy shown by the people of the city was just a matter of time. The blighted sons of the church workers became furious at those people. The blithe attitude shown by the church day became a boomerang for the church. The church always sued the bohemian people out of the city. At the judgement day they also came back for a revenge. The bonhomie became more intense among the common people of the city, and being afraid of a bombastic revolution, the church instantaneously bowdlerized the pamphlets  distributed at its gate. The braggadocio of the "almighty pope" broke in pieces in front of the real power. The water of the city became brackish for the pope from that very day. That night surely the pope might have dreamt of a man with bludgeon running toward him.

My Story @2010 in ~A~ (Part 2 of 2)

I must say I am an agnostic now. I used to have an alacrity regrading the puja's and worshipping God before my exam, before my results. But the failure of my best friend in an exam in spite of praying day and night with empty stomach took my belief away from God. And since then nothing has yet allayed my frustration on God. The distress that I experienced after 12th January could not be alleviated by anything but a good result in this years CAT. Many should have alluded me to show what not to do at CAT. I must say at the Career Launcher class not a single student had any sense of altruism. Each were fighting for their own spot. Probably I was not ambidextrous enough to crack this wall. When asking for help they sometimes pursued ambivalence, and that addled me. Right now I am trying to ameliorate my condition so that I can give CAT 2011 in a much confident manner. I would not be as amenable as I used to be a year ago.I would be amiable as a friend and amicable as a classmate, but I would fight for myself only.

Every prisoner asks for an amnesty from the court at time of their hearing. Some of them must had felt amorous during a dark night, and got involved in some rather anomalous activity. I usually have an apathy for those kinds of people. I pursue my thinking with aplomb and confidence. Though some of my ideas became apocryphal instantaneously as I had failed in the exam, they are still the archetype for me to get through any exam, whether it is under-hyped or over-hyped as CAT. The society has a number of apostates. And I am among them as well. I like to think that I am an arduous person. It does not matter to me whether the person in front of me thinks about myself as an asinine. I know I would surely arraign that person someday with my confident in the open courtroom of the world. Last year's result does not mark the apocalyptic end of my tries, it marks the beginning instead.

You may be frowning askance seeing me talking about all these things. But I will try to be an assiduous employee of my organization. I may not be the most astute person there but I surely can dig it from anywhere. Right now I am trying to attenuate my enthusiasms to a level so that I can perform best at the D day.I am not an avarice, I am just a dreamer. And I will not let the atrophy of the body of my dreams happen at any cost.

My Story @2010 in ~A~ (Part 1 of 2)

When CAT results came out last year I was abashed by my disappointing performance. My confidence got abated for a minute. I almost abdicated my dreams and lost hope in myself because of a 40 %le in DI section. Many termed my efforts during training period in CTS as an aberration and termed me as an aberrant guy. The abeyance of a training day used to cheer me up as I would get an extra time to prepare for CAT. I abhorred the training coordinator as she insisted on coming early to the office. I sometimes blame her even now for my abject %les. I once thought of abjuring the job but soon realized my financial constraints. I needed an ablution so that I could get out of the pain and frustration of the result. Slowly I am getting accustomed to the fact that I am still an IT employee. There is an old adage saying,"If you've got a dream, you need to protect it."


I was able to addle our training instructor that I was coding in my machine. Though he probably guessed one time that I was giving mock tests. At that time I received an admonish from him. I was adroit enough to shift between windows. At times to get out of the class early, sir received adulation from lot of us in the classroom. Apart from some adventitious holidays we had to go to Techno India everyday. Some used to carry umbrella as an aegis to protect themselves from excessive heat outside. The structure of the locality was not at all aesthetic. Though the people around was very nice to talk to, very affable. Not a single food store was affected by anything. The kakima and dada's of the food store had a long line awaiting in front of their stores but still I used to find their affliction through the lines of affected smile. A garbage collecting van used to come in the afternoon to pick up the agglomeration of food plates thrown by us. Nothing but the heap only got aggrandized day by day.