Thought-press

I + Express + Thought = Thought-press..
You need a medium to blabber, to make people listen, to make everyone know what you think. Be it senseless or sensible, let us all speak up.. Don’t let things drive inside you, let them drive the world!

India owes you!


One night, a stubborn voice on the other end of the phone mocked me, “Hey Mr. Al… I guess I had fixed a meeting with you at around 10.00 and its already 10.15! Where are you, Sir?” Of all the things I had planned to do that night, I could barely remember scheduling to meet a client. I wondered which person in Sales would have a meeting at the time when everyone would soon be snoring. I quickly regained my senses, and put some pressure on my nerves to come up with a valid reason for me not showing up. “Sir, actually… I am stuck up in Noida and would be there in no less than an hour. Sorry to keep you waiting, Sir. I will definitely be there at 11.30”

My roommate, seated beside me, in Saket, stared at me with the weird look, “Noida?? And who wants to meet you at this hour? And where?”. Going by the thought that I need to look professional, I get extremely pissed and panicky, hastily then search for an ironed shirt and get ready in a jiffy. My roommate freaked out again when he saw me all dressed up; but the moment I tucked my office id card onto my pants’ hook did he notice that I was heading for some official work. Since my anger knew no bounds, I was fiddling to book a cab. But he helped me book the cab and I started my journey at somewhere around 10.40 in the dark, hoping to crack the deal at the meet.

Frustration kicks in. When you need to take an hour long journey in the cab, either the cab’s radio or the device in your pocket come handy. I chose to pull out my mobile and ping to random groups, informing my buds about my adventures of meeting a customer at this hour of the night. I didn’t receive any reply and thought that all my people may just be rolling themselves tightly into their bed sheets. I just lift my eyes and to my surprise, I see the taxi was decorated with bits and pieces of saffron, white and green – a small showpiece over the car’s deck; two plastic flags taped at the corners of the front glass; one ribbon and a toy, both tri-colored, hung over the rear-view mirror; and some magazine titled ‘India’ in the pouch on the back of the seat in front of me. I scoffed at the thought that this driver must be some nationalist-maniac dude to have so many items, of the same colors, fashioning his car interiors.

I was looking out the window, eyes moving over flyovers’ curves, cars honking and then out of the blue the driver turns to me to say, “Thank you, Sir. I stay just few meters from your drop-off location. I rarely get such bookings in the night that are near my home.” The IT guy in me wakes up to proudly throw in some logic, “May be these Car-Hire App companies have some logic that the last trip you make has the same destination near your house”. He continues, “Sir, please don’t mind, but I see you neatly dressed and I like to see such people.” I was taken aback and without taking any time asked him the reason behind. Mr. Keshav had three siblings. One happily married to a good businessman, the other- an MBA working in US and yet other who was trying to get a visa to the Emirates. I was shocked. “Keshavji, why are you driving a cab then?” He explained to me that he wasn’t much interested in studies. His father, who himself was a cab driver, never wanted to see his sons do the same job. He assured that all his children got good education, yet Keshav’s interest didn’t much fall in line. He dropped from school somewhere in the 8th or 9th standard. When his father was off-duty, he learnt to drive the car, which otherwise used to stand below the tree shade while his dad rested. I asked him if he didn’t feel the gap from his learned siblings when they were busy studying and grew up to do much better. He tried his hands at some business, failed twice, tried to re-enter school but alas! He took cab driving as his career since then. A year ago, he registered himself with one of these start-ups and was driving for customers like me. He informed me that he earns more than what the others earned. This didn’t shock me much.

He stopped the radio and asked me, “Sir, am I disturbing you? I am talking to you since a long time and though that is keeping me from dozing off, please let me know when to shut up.” I asked him to continue his jabber as none of my WhatsApp pings had received replies and I had nothing much to do. Keshav jabbed one thing – “Sir, whatever you do, whatever you earn, try to give back to the society and God would definitely bless you.” I asked him to explain what he actually meant. He narrated:

Sir, have you heard of ghosts? (me nodded yes) One fine night, I was driving through the night on a road similar to this. I was humming to the radio. Just I was moving by, I noticed a hand, near the pavement, waving for me to stop the car. I didn’t pay heed but drove for some 100-200 meters past it. But, then I felt – let me check who it was; may be a genuine person would be needing a ride. I look back and reverse my car. I could barely see a hand still waving under the lights of my car’s indicators. I rode till it got clear. I stop the car to find the hand and to my surprise I had already past that tree where I remembered seeing it in the first place. But there was no one in sight. I started driving ahead, thinking it must have been my mistake. But then, when I just stepping over my accelerator to take forward, I saw the hand again. No human body, but just the hand. With fear, I pulled down the car window and shouted to check if someone was there. I could faintly hear – “Please help”. Very faint, yet clear. I ask the voice to come near the car. The voice denied and asked me to instead come nearby. For a second, I thought – ‘WTF am I doing?! Let me leave at once’. But then when I was about to go, the voice begged for help. The voice said, “No one is ready to help, please help”. My conscience knew that God is with me. I gathered courage and reached the huge oak tree; the voice became much clearer. It begged asking me to lend my shirt and that is all it asked. I could see a human shape attached to that hand then. As soon as I took off my shirt, the hand grabbed the shirt and in a second I could see a lady figure tightly hugging herself making way from the back of the tree. When the street light flashed her forehead, I could see blood and bruises all over. The lady begged to take her home; she would do anything in return for my help. I felt so sad and angry at the same time; about the fact that a lonely lady, naked and bruised all over had to hide behind the tree with no one to help. I asked her to quickly get into the car and we drove to the directions she gave. She asked me my mobile and with that she informed her parents that she was safe and would reach home soon. The moment we reached her home, her parents thought that I was the culprit behind their daughter’s state. The lady explained that she was picked up by a gang, raped and thrown out of the car. They had torn her dress and threw her mobile from the van they were travelling in. This pour soul had helped her to get back home. Her parents’ gratitude knew no bounds. Her father grabbed my leg and asked for forgiveness. Her mom thanked me all her heart. I just asked the lady to take care of herself and took leave as it was already 2 in the night.

The next day, Keshav received a call from the girl thanking him for his help. He met her to collect his shirt. Her father offered him some money. Keshav thanked their gesture, grabbed his shirt and drove away. “Sir, I helped the girl for in the state she was, any good person would do the same. Did I do it for money? No, Sir. I like to help people and I believe that is the way I give back to the society. I may be less educated, but this is something I contribute to my country!”

I was impressed to know that a cabbie finding a lady, barely wearing anything in the middle of the night, managed to share his clothing and cell phone as well and more so, without taking advantage of her, left her safe and sound at her doorsteps. This was just one of the incidents that Keshav had experienced. We were still a few kilometers from my destination and hence he had to keep himself awake. He narrated a second one:

I was on my way to complete the last journey of my assigned tasks by the Car-company and after dropping the rider, I headed home. When I was at home, getting into my home clothes when I saw the phone ringing. I was least bothered about the device. After a while, the phone rang again. When I answered the phone, the lady whose husband I had just dropped as my last rider, was on the other end. The guy had a medical emergency and she couldn’t find any cab or auto at that time of the night. She thought I could be nearby as I has just dropped her husband. She tried my number, the last called number on her husband’s cellphone. Since, she sounded in a very urgent tone, I informed my wife that I would be back soon. I got back and found that her husband had to be rushed to the hospital. She was helpless and thanked God the moment I reached there. I took the duo to the nearby hospital. On reaching there, the lady had some cash tied to the knot on her saree. She untied it and kept a note in my hand. I was very weary of the fact that I was being paid for an emergency. I gave the cash back to the lady and asked her to use the same for her husband’s treatment. She thanked me enough while I left.

“Sir, instances like these! Many such like these have happened to me itself” “Keshavji, God knows that you are one person who wouldn’t hesitate to think twice to help someone in need and hence such tragedies happen at your end. You are a savior to them.” “Sir, I am happy to help and contribute to the society in any small way. You know why?, Sir” “Why?”

He informed me that his birthday was just a week ahead. “Sir, I was born on the Independence Day. I feel lucky to have taken birth in this country. It has made my siblings successful and I am earning well too. I love my country very much and would love to die for it” All the while I was wondering why so many flags and tri-colored stuff in his car; this answered my query. He added, “You must be seeing things in my car. A proof of me being so patriotic”.

Two stories down. The voice over Google Navigation indicated that in a 100 meters my destination would be at the left. I couldn’t thank him for accepting my booking as two cabs had already cancelled my bookings, considering the time and distance I had to travel. I had to attend a serious meeting with a client, who was ignored by one of my colleagues for a month. The customer was sure of giving the order to us, but since no one visited him, he was frustrated. Me being frustrated too for having been called to attend a customer who works in a night shift at the BPO. Two boiling pots would be thrashing each other now and none of the cabs helped me in my endeavor. I was extremely happy and delighted to have met Mr. Keshav residing in a notorious city, known for its crimes, yet having such souls who take pride in helping people without taking advantage of their helplessness. I knew that come what may, my frustration was calmed by his stories and I was all set to crack the deal. I got down the car, paid Mr. Keshav, gave him a huge smile and wished him, “Happy Birthday, in advance, Bhaiyya… Thank you… and yeah, India owes you!”

Good Day,
Blabberer, Ally 🙂

Thank you for all your love, likes, reads and comments. There could be many Keshavs that you may meet in your life. Just take a second to thank them!

How credible is the incredible ticketing?!


Incredible isn’t it when Aamir tries to educate our youth, the children and their parents, elders and other citizens… to keep India’s monuments, cities, lanes, villages, waters and their surroundings clean and tidy. And, all this for? Yeah! Of course! You and I are no strangers to the fact that these places contributed US$37.3 billion in 2013 to our country’s GDP and will grow at the rate of 7.8-8% YoY for the next 20 years, as predicted by UNWTO. Travel-Tourism-Hospitality is the largest service industry in India and caters to varied tastes via adventure, serenity, cultural, medical, business or enterprise and sport tourisms. As the numbers say – almost 84.7 per cent of the total tourism revenues would come from the local population and the rest from our Atitis. Continue Reading…

Start of a Story at IMT



Bursting with excitement as well as nervousness of starting a new chapter, respite of making it through rigorous selections to get to IMT – where the summer heat exposed every bit of enthusiasm of joining one of the best management institutions in the country – the freshly entered lot marched like ants at separate counters, jostling between room to room, for the registration process. Continue Reading…

65 years, yet not (re)public friendly!


[Caution – This might be a bit long and boring, but you can participate in a healthy debate in the comments’ section and make this entertaining. Please continue to read only if you have some 20 odd minutes in hand, else you can click the red cross at the top right hand corner and then continue cribbing that the Govt. is useless…]
In the actual sense of being a republic, though the power (indirectly) is in the hands of the people, the people itself should take some responsibility for worsening the conditions in few areas. 65 years are normally enough for one generation of human kind to structure itself into a lifestyle that is respectful, healthy and enjoying to live. Can we see that in our nation? Or will we ever see it in our nation? I doubt. Continue Reading…

Who’s Juvenile – Rapists or Law Makers?


Imagination is one thing which places humans in a different set, from every other species since the first plankton. Putting the same to use – Imagine that one of your female relative is walking down the street, past dusk, with no one accompanying her, through the dark lanes of the neighborhood. She could be surrounded by canine beasts; canine, yet friendly. What if she have had to pass through a horde of druggists or a clan of alcoholics or a gang of mobsters or, even for that matter, a group of simple, straight men? Three legged monsters are usually more terrifying than the ones possessing four limbs. While the woman may be extremely reluctant, in addition to being overtly helpless, these homo-sapiens could pounce on her, rip apart her clothes and have their share of fun. We might not be able to picture the sinister scenario intricately, in terms of the gruesomeness; only the one going through this would know the pain! Girls or women, who may be young, old or in their adolescence, have always, had an extra burden upon them to stay protected from their stronger counterparts. In most of the cases, that is the only thing this helpless gender could do. Not only females, in some cases, males are prone to similar attacks too, but chances of which are very minimal. These assaulters may be of any age. These days, the younger junta is being prominent too. Continue Reading…

Blockbuster, Super-Hit, Hit, Average – All this is Flop!


Entertainment: the magical word that has many forms. Something which is soothing to one’s senses can be aptly considered as entertainment. For some, entertainment is found in arts; for someone else, it is found in sports; for yet others, it could be established by reading a novel; but for most, the word ‘Entertainment’ is definitely synonymous to ‘Movies’. These days’ movies/films/cinemas/pictures/flicks/premiers/videos cover a wide range of genres which include Sci-Fis, Thrillers, Actions, Period-dramas, Romance, Comedies, Musicals, Religious-dramas, etc. or a mixture of the former ones. The population around the world is crazy about movies as they are an amalgamation of various other forms of entertainment, available in a single wholesome package! For the art lovers, the exuberant sets are a delight; for the sports fanatics and technology freaks, movies are a fantasy too; for people liking music, songs and background music are aptly fitted in; every movie serves a person as per one’s palate. Either consider peer-to-peer or going to a theatre; you either have the cash to buy beer or you don’t have it to even buy a bottle of mineral water; you either scare your child with Hollow-Man’s name or scare it with a name like Gabbar – movies are an integral part of every 21st century citizen. Continue Reading…

North-y vs. South-y: In India, why this difference-y?


At school, our teachers work hard on inculcating patriotic and nationalistic values within us. We are taught on how diversified this nation is and we stand proud to call ourselves as Indians; rich in varied culture and heritage, yet one as a nation. But, once we are out of the school’s cocoon, we meet people hailing from different regions, following dissimilar lifestyles, eating the same ingredients, but cooked in a different style; and then we start to segregate ourselves into states, regions and ethnic groups. One can feel the depth of this division when people are adamant about renting their houses to someone of a particular region or religion, when people are cynical on staying with others coming from a different plateau, when someone hates to hear a language which is not their mother-tongue or when one does not like to hang out with a person from a unalike zone; sprouting regionalistic attitudes in our adolescence. Is it so difficult to mingle with an entity, who may have slightly altered DNA pattern, but is still of the same species and most importantly of the same nation? Continue Reading…

Sex education – A vital dose!


A land of culture, a land of heritage and serenity; with nature’s beauty captured at the Western Ghats, where beaches at the coasts are always at play, monuments like the Taj and the magnificent palaces, temples like the Sun temple, the Golden temple, the ones at Khajuraho; and all that is historic, make this country rich and worthy. But, keeping all that aside, there is one thing in India that will surely bring all of the above to shambles in quite a few years – the ever-growing population. Continue Reading…

Is the new fad, for an Indian lad, a tad bit bad?


Innovation has a faster evolution record – even greater than that of man. Technological advances have been so enormous and they will continue to evolve, presenting things that man had, sometime, never thought of too. Man’s creativity has made the planet witness things; things for which people all over work hard, just to get their hands on every such item before they lay in the coffin. Lifestyles have drifted from the modest household ones to pretty affordable high standards. The severity of being born in the 21st century is that: one needs to adapt oneself to the advancements present every nook and corner. Else, one would either be considered ignorant and uncool or would be on the takers side of the joke and would be crowned a laughing-stock. Continue Reading…

What’s in a name? – Parents should take the blame!


[Disclaimer – Kindly read the below post with an OPEN mind. No part of the post means to disrespect or degrade any religious, regional, family, age or experience and gender sentiments. If you feel intimidated, leave the page at that very moment, than continuing to read further]
When you have been hurled with questions like – Why doesn’t your name have a meaning? Can you spell out your name? You have a great name there, but what part of it do I call you as? Why did your parents name you XYZ? Why is your name so strange? – you either have an answer or don’t. And when you don’t, you are so frustrated, and feel like kicking the hell out of the one asking such a question, because how would one know the reason of why his/her name is like that?! All questions lead to one Shakespeare’s cliché – ‘What’s in a name?’ The answer to which is – ‘Parents should take the blame!’. Continue Reading…