I am doing DBP these days on my blog. :)
Oh I am sorry, I didn’t realize that I am on blog and there are many more people apart from SPJAINITES who might see my blog. So for non-SPJAINITES, DBP means Desperate Blog Participation and origin of this acronym is DCP (Desperate Class Participation)
DCP signifies an iterative annoying act of Division B participants of PGDM program at S.P.Jain Institute of Management & Research, Mumbai, when the class is in progress.
Getting back to the topic....
Surprises, who doesn’t like surprises?? Everybody on this earth experiences surprises in their own way.
Congress was pleasantly surprised to see its number improving in Uttar Pradesh without any coalition. On the other hand Mr.Advani was surprised to realize that he no longer can become the prime minister of India.
Also, Narendra Modi is surprised of his US visa getting denied again and again for his heroics.
Coming to the sports, everyone was surprised to see Brazil out of FIFA World Cup 2010 at the Quarterfinal Stage and Federer crashing out of Wimbledon.
A typical Software Engineer is also surprised when his visa gets processed in spite of his long history of bench in the company.
Also a meritorious student with 90% marks is surprised to see that a mere 65% marks holder gets the birth right to study in a premier institute in the name of reservation ahead of him, where he has to pay concessional fees that too paid by Government.
Everyone experiences surprises at every stage of life. I am no exception to it.
I am forced by my nature to experience most of my life’s surprises as shocking incidents but then when life looks so monotonous and tiring, there comes some pleasant surprises.
One of the pleasant surprises that I experienced was on my birthday i.e 24th April. I was doing my academic project with a NGO named Prayas in Little Andaman Islands of Andaman & Nicobar. I know you must have felt “the awe” feeling when I said Andamans. I along with my friends Amol, Anoop & Shubham has already spent around 30 days in Andaman by skipping breakfast, having rice along with sambhar for lunch and masala dosa for dinner. Amidst Masala Dosas, field visits, IPL matches we also experienced Earth Quake tremors along with a warning of Tsunami from the meteorological department over TV. This was in no way a pleasant surprise when you are staying in a Guest House which is just 500 meters away from the sea. The tremors passed off without Tsunami but we (atleast I) had apprehensions about our safety.
April 23rd, 2010 – I was seriously drafting my report and hoping that there are no more tremors. Amol, Anoop & Shubham comes in with a birthday cake. Imagine a birthday cake in Little Andaman where you don’t find Chapathi but dosa and Milk is what the people there are not aware of.
I was surprised to see how they managed to get a Cake for my b’day.
I experienced a similar surprise on 14th July 2010. We arranged a meet with a bunch of juniors who has few things like Hyderabadi Biryani, Irani Chai, Love for charminaar & Hussain Sagar as common between them and my batch mates at SPJIMR. To my surprise, I found yet another Birthday Cake which has my name on it. This was totally unpredictable since my birthday was over 4 months back.
These surprises are those that really matters to me. As a muslim, I do not believe in celebrating birthdays. Our faith is that there is a life after death and our deeds in this world will be duly rewarded in the next life. So every time my birthday comes, I feel that I am one year closer to my death and in turn to my life after death, for which I am not yet prepared.
I strongly believe in this faith yet I have no qualms of cutting a cake.I am not denying the faith but enjoying the affection that people around me show.
Reason:
When the birthday comes, not all your friends will call you and wishes you. Only few of them do. These few might not be those whom you consider close friends. They call you because you have given them a reason to associate themselves with you and they respect you for that association.
When someone brings a cake for you, it is definitely not just out of formality but because of the affection and respect that they have for you. They might not show this affection every now and then but what a friend you are if you are not able to understand that unsaid affection.
Allah has gifted me with so many people who associate with me and with whom I want to associate. I sometimes have neglected this gift because of the increased emphasis on later half of the above sentence but then you are a human being and you are destined to make mistakes and learn from it.
I am not a person with special qualities or charms. I am an ordinary person (aam admi - the mango people) who was clueless as to what he should do once he cut the cake unless someone comes forward and feeds him a small one.
Whatever be the reason that people find in me to associate with me, I pray that, that reason remain forever.
PS: Please ignore the sarcasm in the starting of blog as I am not satisfied unless I take a dig at politicians ;)