Blessed Creation

We THE HUMANS are least equipped when compared to all other living creations existing in this universe.

We cannot run as speed as a tiger, 
We cannot dont have eyes as sharp as an Eagle,
We dont have teeth as efficient as wild cat,
We cant swim as fast as dolphin

Yet all these other creations can only adapt to the environment, 
But we can Create Our own Environment.

Because, of all the 8.7 million species only we are blessed with ABILITY TO DREAM.

If you use it properly YOU CAN CREATE YOUR OWN ENVIRONMENT,
If you don't YOU WILL ADAPT TO THE EXISTING ENVIRONMENT.

Choice is yours DREAM BIG :)


- A Gist from my old CC.

The Social Network

The first thing that struck him as he opened the door was the uncharacteristic pleasantness of the weather. A perfect start to a Saturday after the dampness of the previous day. He woke up a little later than he  had planned and had to hurry to make it up, leaving him without a chance to notice the weather until he stepped out of the house. As he locked the door he realized that he had subconsciously broken into a song. He stopped himself , looked around quickly and let out sigh of relief after confirming that no one had heard him. Still cheerful, he pushed his bike out of his driveway. He had a long day ahead and later, he would thank himself for having found the time to gobble a few slices of the bread before leaving.

***

He finally managed to break out of the traffic jam. He had always wondered on the fact that there seemed to be more people returning home on Fridays than any other day of the week. And add to it the festive atmosphere all around - why were so many people so happy on a Friday? It is almost like everyone in the World hates his job. Of course he looked forward to the weekend too. His roommate would not be home but still it will be a well needed break. He would probably watch a movie or two, and get a long pending haircut. He'd had dinner at his office canteen but the Friday atmosphere made him stop at a bakery near his house to treat himself. He was quite sure he would be too lazy to go out for breakfast the next morning, so he bought a loaf of bread and hastened home as it started to drizzle.

***

He hated rains and was glad that it didn't rain today. The roads were still pretty wet, but he would enjoy his ride. As he eased on to a comfortable speed he caught himself singing again. This time he didn't stop himself. He savored riding in this weather. He was proud of the way his pair of legs and hands work in coordination to control and increase the speed as necessary. Sure, there were a million other people on the road who were as skillful as him - just look at the number of people riding bikes. But that doesn't take away anything from the amazing feeling. He loved riding his bike.

***

He loved the internet. Outside, it was raining pretty heavily now. He was crouched over his laptop constantly refreshing various tabs on his browser to get instant updates. He had been sitting in the same position for the past two hours, and he couldn't think of anything that would remove him from his place for another few hours. As he refreshed another social networking site and realized that there were no new updates, he wondered if he could be spending his time more usefully and immediately brushed aside the thought. Shivering in discomfort, he instinctively covered his naked feet with a blanket to reduce the chillness.

***

It was becoming sultry now - the only sort of weather you would expect from this part of the country. The sun was coming out and so were the vehicles. This city never has a holiday, he told himself. People constantly keep travelling from one place to another with no purpose at all.  He lifted the helmet visor to let in air. Wearing a helmet always involves a call between keeping out the dust and letting in the air, and the later usually wins. He gladly breathed in the relatively fresher air.

***

He needed fresh air, and he needed it badly. It had been months since he had even talked to his friends, let alone meet them.  He had spent the past few weekends slouched in the same fashion and there was no doubt in his mind now that he was getting addicted to the internet. Will it really be so difficult to be disconnected from the web, he asked himself. No, It shouldn't be. He used social networks just out of choice. He was just a passive user who was more interesting in watching the activities of his "friends" than announcing his own activities. In fact no one would miss his presence online if he inactivated his account at the very moment. Outside, the rain had considerably reduced. He could hear water drops trickling down from somewhere.

*** 

Like drops of coffee trickling out of a filter, motorbikes can find a way out of most traffic jams. However when half the width of the road is stagnated with water from the previous day's rains, even the shrewdest of drivers are forced to wait in a logjam. A traffic jam on a water-logged road is a motorcyclist's nightmare. To add to it, it was sweltering hot now. He glanced at his watch. He was sweating profusely and suffocating within the helmet. He decided to remove his helmet, and loosened its straps when the bus ahead of him started moving slowly. Immediately the car behind him beeped its horn loudly, forcing him to move forward.

***

His phone beeped and he glanced at the display. "Harsha calling". Another close friend he had been meaning to give a call for a long time, but had never summed up the strength to do so. Apprehensive of a a mild rebuke for being out-of-reach for so long, he pressed the Accept button and said "Hi da!!". As his friend greeted him back, he realised that nothing was amiss, and close friends can continue conversations they had years back as if they had been in touch every day.  Ending the call after an hour he realized that he had missed a lot in not remaining in touch with his friends. Harsha had called him to arrange a get-together the next day, and convinced him to join. The rain outside had stopped, and his mind was easing out.

***

The traffic eased out as he reached the highway. He increased his speed a little - he could still make it on time. It had really been long since he had met any of his friends, and he was quite excited at the thought. His mind drifted of to the last time they had met, when he noticed a water tanker ahead of him leaving a trail of water in its wake, which would soon evaporate due to the heat. He realized that he could not remember any of the vehicles he had noticed in the past few minutes, and that he had been riding mechanically. He forced himself to concentrate a little more on the present.

***

He was quite sure that his lack of concentration was not a result of his addiction to the internet. He had always had trouble concentrating on the present, and as a result, poor observational skills. He rarely noticed the details in his surroundings.  "Come on!", he told himself, "you can't blame everything on the internet". But then, another part of his mind countered, he couldn't deny that his addiction had affected him. Only the extent to which it had affected him was debatable. There is only one way to know for sure, he decided. He would remain away from the internet for a month, and see how he fares. Before that, he would have to remove all the temptations to go online. He would start by deleting his Facebook account. He clicked on the "Deactivate Account" link in his browser page, to be greeted with a confirmation window. His cursor hovered over the confirm button, and hesitated.

***

There was no time to hesitate, and it was an impulsive decision. Being just a few minutes away from his rendezvous, he was going at a fair speed, and was getting ready to overtake a dump truck passing on the left lane. The dump truck was carrying loose gravel, and just as he lined up with the rear end of the truck, a handful of stones fell out of the truck. The first flew straight to his helmet, through his open visor, and hit him hard on the chin. He exclaimed in pain, and noticed that there were more stones flying towards him. He decided to brake, and as he braked hard, a SUV speeding behind him brushed his bike's rear.

Thrown towards the ground, he felt his untidy hair fall over his forehead. His helmet was flying ahead of him, the straps he had loosened a few minutes before  flapping on the helmet's mass rhythmically. He hit the ground full stretch, but the helmet was still revolving. He could see the visor now, dirty and scratched, the scratches combining by chance to form the first letter of his name. His bike was lying before him. Its MRF tyres covered in mud. He wondered at his ability to grasp in these details when he least needed them.

He felt something wet flow over his spine. Someone was running towards him now, but he couldn't make out their features. His mind was starting to become hazy. It was funny how time seemed to slow down at the most critical moments. He felt like a character out of a computer game. His mind drifted on. Computer game - computer - internet - Social Network. The events of last night played back in his mind. The rain, the dil pasand (or was it dil kush?), the depression, the call, the plan (would he be able to meet them now?), and his conviction to erase his online presence. As he recalled hovering over the delete button, he realized that he was in great pain. He couldn't move his legs, and he felt an immense urge to close his eyes. He forced himself to think back on the previous night. Did he click the button? Think, dammit! This is important. This could mean life or death!

Note : Though some parts of this story are based on real incidents, I wrote it with a wild idea - what if social networks have more power over us than we fathom? This story was originally published here.

Image Courtesy : http://www.channelstv.com/home/2012/10/03/internet-addiction-to-be-added-to-the-list-of-serious-mental-disorders/

Vertical fall and Toastmasters

This happened on December 2010. I was planning to visit my brother, he was in Banglore then. At those times it was Banglore and not Bengaluru. I was with my dad and mon. We took a bus from Calicut and reached Bandlore, took rest the same day. Next day we went to wonderla, water theme park.

I was standing in front of a ride- vertical fall. The height of it was almost equal to a six storied building, except in case if a storey has an exceptional height. I was looking at the people, taking a keen observation. I saw a girl, almost my age. She came in front of the entrance with a double mind, stood there for almost five minutes and then she decided to climb up the stairs. I can see the same dilemma in her when she reached the top as well. She was having second thoughts there also. Finally she decided, any ways this won’t kill u. She sat on the ride and she started to skid through a tunnel. It was all fast and she reached the pool in no time. Now I can see her face clearly and she was very happy. She broke the ice. Believe me on this, she went through this same ride almost ten times. This gave me confidence to do the same. All I remember is me breaking the ice, the rest all was a consecutive twelve time ride in vertical fall.

This was the same case for between me and Toastmasters. People asked me to join, the told me that I can do it, they tried to convince me that I am good in it. Guess what I didn’t believe in me. Believe me, two important people, who I care the most, forced me to at least attend a meeting as a guest. Finally I agreed after three months.

I attended a meeting and I saw pros in action. I became afraid, I cant do this. How can we say one thing is not possible unless we don’t even take a first step. So as a first step I joined Toastmasters. I booked a slot for my first speech. Two days before the speech, I have speech ready and I was all set to go. Still I had second thoughts and procrastinate it to next week. What if I do something wrong? Then I reviewed it with y mentor and was in a good shot to go.

“TM Rohith, My first icebreaker, My first icebreaker, TM Rohith ”

My heart was pumping at it double rate, but I started…..

"His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,

The whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's choking how, everybody's joking now

The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!"

Exactly…… Exactly this is my situation, But, I said “I was in the same situation when I was in college”.

I broke the ice, and to my greatest astonishment, I was the best speaker. See…. you don’t know what you can do unless you attempt to do it. This was just like my first ride in vertical fall. Then my ride in Toastmaster was faster than which I had in vertical fall. In three months of my journey, I gave three speeches with three best speaker awards and completed six projects in CL manual.

Now I quit TCS and I can’t attend the meeting any more. I miss it really hard. If I was there in TCS for another one year, they would be calling me DTM Rohith.

This is for all the would-be Toastmasters:

Unless you take your first ride, you don’t know the thrill of it.

This is for all the Champions Toastmasters:

My envy will be with you all the time, during your dreams as well.

When wonderla closed at 7:30PM, I missed vertical fall. Even I asked the manager whether this ride is for sale.

TM Murali, this one is for you, I am ready to spend a Million on your club and figures are negotiable. Call me if you change your mind.

Table topics - "Sweet dreams" or "Nightmare" ??

Dear Toastmasters 

Many of you might have attended the educational session handled by Toastmaster Arna Chugani on "How to ace table topics". It happened on 7th February 2013. I'm here to add a few more tips out of the little experience I have and also out of the lessons I took from people like Murali and Sushant. Hope it would help members while facing table topics. 

First let us have a recap on what was told at the educational session by TM Arna. 

Table topics can be broadly classified into three types. 

1. Quote based topics. Example: You don't have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great.
2. Fact based topics. Example: Cost of living in increasing in India. 
3. Scenario based topics. Example: If you are jumping from a helicopter, and your parachute doesn't open. What will you do. (Well I  took this example from Diwakar :-P . He gave this topic in one of the meetings when he was the Table Topics master)

While you are given a topic, you can follow one out of the following technique. With presence of mind, choose one of the following techniques that would do best justice to the topic given. You can also use a combination of these techniques.

1.         His View point – My view point technique : In this technique, you can talk about the topic from the perspective of two people. Yourself and someone else. For example if the topic is “Social networking”, you can say what you think about it and what your friend/mom/dad/someone else thinks about the same.

2.         Past-Present-Future technique: In this technique, you can talk about the topic saying how it was in the past, how it is now and how it will be in future. Say for example the topic is about “Telephone conversations”. You can say how telephone conversations used to be in the past, how they are now with the advent of Smartphones and how they will be in future.

3.       Cause – effect technique: Here you can talk about the cause of an event and the effects of it. For example if you are asked to talk about the Uttarkhand floods, you can talk about what caused it and what were the effects.

4.       Problem – solution technique: In this technique, organize the topic in a problem-solution manner.  If you are asked to talk about human rights for example, you can say what are the problems faced by people today and you can also provide solutions to them.

5.          Random connection – In this technique you can randomly connect the topic to various ideas and finally as a conclusion get back to the crux of the topic.

I know I have missed 1-2 techniques of what Arna had taught us. Long since the educational session happened. Poor memory of mine doesn’t remember everything. If you remember other techniques please post them in comments.

Now apart from all these techniques let me give you some points that I learnt in my Toastmasters journey.

Mistakes that we do in club meetings during table topics session:

1.         Asking the TT Master to repeat the topic: We ask the table topics master to repeat the topic at times. This won’t be allowed in the contest.  It’s better to speak with whatever we understood out of the topic.

2.         Using the topic as a buffer:  We start speaking by repeating the topic once again which gives us a few seconds to think. This can be used as a last option when we don’t have anything else to speak. But it is better to always not start the speech by repeating the topic as it would give an impression that we are using the topic itself as a buffer and thereby taking time to think.  But it is good to repeat the topic in the middle or end of the speech as it would give an impression that we are remembering the topic well.

3.         Delayed start: We often start with “The topic given to me is...”. Or we conclude by saying “I would like to conclude my speech by saying that....”.Or at times we say something that delays the actual start of the speech.  Both of these are not advisable. Remember  CC#3 – “Get to the point”.

4.         Admitting our weakness:  At times we start saying that, “I actually don’t know what to speak on this topic, but let me talk whatever I know”. Or, we start with a sentence like, “I am actually a little nervous. Am not very clear with the topic, but let me try”. Kindly do not admit on stage that you do not know or you did not understand. Just speak whatever you know.

5.         Concluding soon: This is a mistake that I do. The moment I see the green card, I feel glad that I am qualified for voting and I conclude my speech. Most often I receive feedback saying that my speech was too short. So kindly try talking at least till the yellow card and then start concluding.

6.         Explaining the topic: If the topic is “Life is beautiful”. How much ever you try to explain the topic, you will again end up in repeating the same point in different ways. Eventually you will be beating around the same bush. Never do that.

What can we do to give a better table topics speech:

1.         Read short stories and jokes: This will help you to easily say a story and connect it with the topic. Anything can become a matter for you to talk about. Remember, what helped me in winning the club level Table topics contest, was a small story that I received as a forward sms the previous day. Stories, jokes, anecdotes will always help.

2.         Make the topic personal:  This is a very effective technique. Try relating the topic with your life. Try talking about stories or events from your life that fits into the topic. This technique is easy because it helps you to remember things. You won’t struggle to talk because its your life and you know what had happened. You will be comfortable to talk.

3.         Never hesitate to say lies: No one is going to inspect if what you spoke was truth or not. What matters in table topics is your ability to talk about something for 2 minutes. It can be a lie as well. You can always cook up some stories and deliver them as a speech, as long as you are able to connect with the topic. I have seen people cooking up stories and presenting them beautifully. Yet, they are champion table topics speakers !! 

4.         No matter what.. Talk !! – At times, you may be a given a  topic that makes no sense. Or you may not have understood the topic at all. But, keep talking with whatever you understood out of it. Say you get a topic  “Heart has its own reasons which reasons know nothing of”. I know the topic is horrible. But there are topics masters who give such topics. In this case, rather than trembling with fear on stage just talk something. From this topic we can clearly understand two keywords – “Heart, reasons”. Talk about these two elements and conclude.

5.         You still have time to think: Every topics master repeats the topic twice, slowly. So if you have listened to the topic carefully for the first time, you can start framing a speech before he reads it for the second time. In that way, you still get a few seconds to think.

6.         It is yet another speech: Remember that Table topics speech is yet another speech and organization is important. Try delivering a speech with proper opening body and conclusion. 

Be relaxed, don’t panic, Speak from heart !!!!!

Miss you champions.

"Toastmasters.... Toastmasters....." Mathew kept yelling.

"If you are not going to stop speaking about Toastmasters, you will soon be a dead piece of meat", I replied

He kept on taking about this for a really long time, say six months. I was least bothered. He has gone mad with Toastmasters.

What is the outcome of toastmasters? Nothing, you will be able to speak well in public. It was a piece of cake for me.

I was not that bad in English, I have been only to English medium schools. So I can speak well. This is what my mind said. Finally to get Mathew out of my veins, I decided to attend one meeting. There was some competition on that day. I saw three people speaking, I was jaw dropped. I can never speak in front of public like that!!!!

By the end of the meeting I came to realize that I can deliver a speech like that. The first step to do that is to join. The very same day I was officially a Toastmaster.

My first step in toastmaster was to be a part of a demo meeting. There I volunteered to become a table topic speaker.

The topic was "Do you think pink colour is for girls?" I managed to speak for two minutes. TMOD said, "This is how a Toastmaster speaks." I was overwhelmed. That was my first time and I have not even done anything in Toastmasters, still he said I am a Toastmaster. The energy that I had, or the confidence that I gained for speaking two minutes is all because my mind kept on whispering "You are a Toastmaster".

From that day I was a part of the Champions family, I hardly missed any of the meeting or even demo meetings until I left TCS. After delivering my first speech, I got an opportunity to announce the 50th meeting of champions Toastmaster in ChennaiOne building. I was literally shivering and tensed. Suddenly an HR came and asked, "Who is going to announce? I will listen from the cabin and will give my feedback." I replied "That would be me." This made scared me more. After making an announcement I went back to her. She said, "No wonder, because you are a Toastmaster". I was overwhelmed again. The energy that I had, or the confidence that I gained for announcing is all because my mind kept on whispering "You are a Toastmaster".

I have delivered three speeches and all through the speeches, I felt my improvement. I guess its not a matter of becoming a DTM or delivering 100 speeches that matters. Its all about the courage that you gain when you call yourself a Toastmaster. The very moment I start to converse in English, my mind whispers "You are a Toastmaster".

"Toastmasters.... Toastmasters....." I kept yelling.

"If you are not going to stop speaking about Toastmasters, you will soon be a dead piece of meat", all my friends now reply this.

Now sitting in Melbourne at a temperature of 5 degree Celsius, I can’t sleep. I thought it was because of jetlag or the cold weather, but my mind kept on whispering "You are a Toastmaster, but now you miss champions and now you don’t have a club". I then realized that I will not be able to sleep until I become a part of Toastmasters. Anyways, I will not transfer my membership to any other club. It will be always in area G5, District 82, TCS Maitree Champions Toastmasters Club.

Miss you champions.........

Foot Volley

Foot volley: Proud invention of the 2000 Batch of BITS,Pilani.

The nature of the game is quite simple.

It is similar to volley ball, but played on a tennis court.
A minimum of 3 players and a maximum of 7 players on one side of the court.
The player who serves the ball serves right out of the baseline and serves to the opposite court (inside the half line).
The opponents should return the ball in less than 3 passes.
Between passes within the team one bounce is allowed.
Except hands any part of the body can be used while playing.

The players need a mixture aggression, smartness, team spirit, good attitude, natural flair and loads of talent, to succeed in this game. No other game can be as demanding and at the same time, as fun providing as this one.

On Kindness

"Kindness is a distemper which is soon cured by experience"

 - Abraham Miller 

The weather that morning wasn't pleasant. It wasn't uncomfortable either, just unremarkable. As I wheeled out my bike out of my driveway, I wasn't happy. I wasn't sad too, just indifferent. Brushing a speck of imaginary dirt from my relatively newer shirt, I started my bike and headed towards my office. The first person I came across on the road was staring at my shirt. I immediately looked down. Was something wrong? Perhaps a couple of buttons were undone? Nothing seemed out-of-place. I readjusted my belt with my left hand and continued driving.

When the eyes of the second person who crossed me lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, I felt quite awkward. This time, I adjusted my rear-way mirror to focus on my shirt, but still couldn't find anything wrong. With a mild shrug, I rode on. I tried to put the thought out of my mind, but my eyes were unconsciously checking every passer-by to see if they found anything wrong with my atire. In another 10 minutes, I reached Medavakkam Main road. In case you haven't traveled by this road, it is a two lane road, one lane each for vehicles travelling on either side. There is no median-separator.

I was going at a reasonable speed through a plain stretch of road and there were no other vehicles around except for a bus ambling on the opposite lane. A shabbily dressed aged man carrying a shoulder bag walking on the opposite lane did not attract my attention. At least not until he fell down flat on the road with a thump just as I crossed him. I had already crossed the spot where the man fell, and I had every reason to keep going. Moreover, the man's appearance indicated that he was quite possibly poor. Haven't we all been taught that a poor person falling on a road for no apparent reason at all is most probably drunk? I mean, if he had been dressed like the millionaire in the movie Pushpak, I might have immediately rushed to his assistance. His appearance made me hesitate.

But I was reminded of a reader's editorial I had once come across on The Hindu (for those of you who aren't aware - "The Hindu" is an Indian  "newspaper" that has some news and a lot of opinions) which talks about the apathy of our society towards such incidents. The bus on the opposite lane braked cautiously, but no one seemed to get out of it. Not wanting to set a bad example by ignoring a person in need of help, I took a U-turn, stopped my bike and hesitantly went near the fallen man. Another motorist travelling in the same direction as I had stopped his bike, and came forward to help. I was still suspicious of the man lying on the ground, but both of us tried to lift him. He was heavier than expected, and my thin frame was not able to support him fully as he leaned on my shirt. By now, a third biker had appeared from somewhere, and he took over from me and moved the man away from the road. Momentarily left with nothing else to do, and spotting that the shoulder bag still lying on the road was probably blocking the bus, I moved it aside. Probably happy at being freed of the burden having to help someone, the bus driver rode on.

As is the case in such situations, our first thought was to provide water to him. I asked the other two people, but like me, they didn't carry any water bottles with them. I ran to the only two houses in the vicinity, only to find that both of them were locked. Meanwhile, the man had regained partial consciousness, and was whispering something about not having eaten anything for the past two days. Having done little to help until then, I was about to suggest that each of us contribute around 10 to 20 rupees to the aged man, when I noticed that the biker who had arrived immediately after me had already drawn out his wallet. Before I could speak, he just took out a few bills marked Rs.100 and offered to the man, turned to me and asked me to flag an auto. An auto driver was curious enough to stop, and we bundled the tired man into the auto.

By now, the shabbily dressed man had regained full consciousness. As we instructed the auto driver to take him to the nearest restaurant, the man who had drawn his wallet randomly took out some more currency notes and forced it into the auto driver's hands. Just as the auto started, the shabbily dressed man shouted "Innum oru 50 ruba kudunga sami". The man with the wallet glanced at us, and noticing that we were too slow to provide any suggestion, took out another note. The man in the auto happily took it as the auto left us.

I turned with admiration at the man who had, without a moment's hesitation, acted so generously. He shrugged off my glances, and hurried away from the place. I could put myself in his shoes and imagine how he would have felt. He would have felt plain uncertainty and an inability to decide if he had really been of help to someone in need, or had been duped. He would have wondered if he had been generous enough, or if he had been too generous. He would have pondered on why he wasn't feeling as happy, as one is supposed to going by popular opinions, after having performed a genuinely kind act. It is ironical that after having helped someone quite possibly in need, the first emotion that strikes us is self-doubt. Certainly, something is wrong. Either with us, or with a society that more often than not exploits  kindness, or with the people who teach the greatness of being kind.

As I wheeled around my bike, I wasn't happy. I wasn't sad too, just indifferent. Brushing a speck of (not imaginary) dirt from my relatively newer shirt (where the poor man had leaned) , I started my bike and headed towards my office. Strangely, no one seemed to stare at my shirt anymore.

Honesty - Wow what a policy !!!

I was a second year under-graduation student then. One day, after a delicious dinner at the Dominos pizza, I was on my way back home. Those were the days when I was using my Dad's 11 year old Bajaj Boxer bike. The speedometer of the bike doesn't know, how numbers beyond 40 kmph looked like. At a point in time, I realized that I had managed to fill my stomach with varieties of pizzas, whereas I failed to notice that my bike was hungry for fuel too !! I knew that there was a fuel station few metres ahead. And to my happiness, my purse was left with a single 50 rupees note even after the delicious dinner. Well, those were the days when we used to get petrol for Rs 20, Rs 30 etc. I was happily driving towards the fuel station, when a traffic sergeant stopped me. His thoughts, words and deeds signified, that he was hungry for money too !!!! 

Though I have not had attitude problem with anyone so far, I have always had altitude problems with many human beings and he was no exception of course. A short man (at least to me), with the major contributor to his body weight being his belly. 

He asked for the usual set of items.

     1.   License

     2.   Registration certificate.

     3.   Insurance

     4.   Pollution certificate. 

     5.   My whereabouts. 

    6.   My Dad's occupation and whereabouts (as the                 Registration certificate portrayed my dad as the                   bike's owner)

Finally he found that I had all documents to escape from him. I knew what he wanted from me was a very important document which he couldn't ask directly. 

Finally he looked at me and said... "Hmmm !!! Over speeding !!!!"

I wondered how could a 11 year old bike which had never crossed 40kmph in life could be accused for overspeeding. And then we entered a conversation.

Sergeant : Rs 300 fine for overspeeding.

What a hefty amount it is for a college student. Isn't it?

Myself : Sir !! I dont have such a huge amount.

Sergeant : You dad works in a bank and you say 300 is huge. Ok, you are a student, I can reduce the fine for you. Rs 200.

Myself : 200 is something huge for me again. Please understand sir !!

The auction came down to 100, 75, and finally he said.....

Sergeant : Ok pa, you look like a decent student. I can give you concession. A small fine of Rs 50 would do. "Ayya kitta kuduthuttu kelambu" (which is the tamil equivalent for "Give it to sir and leave").

I knew I was left with one Rs 50 currency note, and if I give it to this guy, I can't reach home, as there was no fuel in my bike. But  I also knew that this guy is not going to leave me unless I contribute something to his pocket money. Let me try to manage somehow, I thought.

Myself : Sir !! Frankly speaking I don't even have the small amout that you are asking for !!

He seemed totally annoyed. His face turned red and he yelled back...

Sergeant : What else do you have in your purse. Open it !!!

He forced me to open my purse and after a great struggle, I showed him my wallet. He saw that it had Rs 50 in it

Sergeant : So you have Rs 50 and you lied that you don't have anything!!

Myself : Sir !! There is no fuel in my bike. If I give this 50 to you, I have to walk back home and also drag my bike instead of driving it.

Sergeant : Are you going to pay this small fine or shall I take a legal action.

I had no other option rather than donating him Rs 50. I did that. After that I didn't move an inch from that place.  I was standing there for sometime till the sergeant attended his other customers and came back to me once again

Sergeant : You have paid the fine. You may leave and why are you standing here still?

Myself : I told you earlier Sir !! I have only Rs 50 left and there is no fuel in my bike. How do you expect me to leave with no fuel in my bike.

The sergeant thought for a while. And exhibited his heights of honesty !!!

Sergeant : Ok thambi (which is the tamil equivalent for brother). Let me be "honest" with you. Let us share this amount. You take Rs 25 and I shall keep Rs 25. (Well I told eatrlier.. Those were the days when fuel was available for minimum cost as well)

And in his typical Indian accent he said "Tek the tonty paive rubees".

Well.... I didn't mind giving him the money. But I was terribly shocked when he used the word "honesty". People say that honesty is the best policy. I too agree. He made me say "Honesty - Wow !! what a policy" !!!!!