THE DOMICILE CERTIFICATE

They were the bitter days of my life as I was unable to clear medical entrance,in which I got 7000 something rank where 2500 seats only were available.At that time,I got a letter from O.U.A.T(Orissa University of Information and Technology) informing me that I was able to clear their entrance test and they asked me to get admission by submitting some certificates

The story started with the 'domicile certificate' in their particulars.Me and my papa had no idea over that certificate.We both consulted many adviser's and finally we came to conclusion of getting it from M.R.O(Mandal Revenue Officer)

There started the game .....I still remembered that it was a Thursday when me and my papa first entered into the cabin of M.R.O.We put the application before him.The nice looking gentleman signed it and told us to get from his clerk.

We took the paper to clerk and asked him to issue the certificate.I remembered his first words "It costs...."If my father was not there,I might have slapped him as I had seen many Telugu films,which teaches us that 'killing the bribed officials is the only root-out for corruption in India'.My father asked him,"why it costs?" Till the date,I hadn't forgot that ugly man's glance at us on that second.He looked as we are barbarians.He put the paper aside and told us to come next day morning.We silently walked out...me with blood boiling and my dad with a cool face.

I am highly proud to be the son of my father,who never touched a single penny which comes illegally,though he have the highest chance.I had seen my uncle in the same office of my dad collecting lakhs of rupees as bribes.

Up to my conscience, my father never applied for a leave(for small and silly things), but on that Friday he applied for a leave and we both rushed into the clerks office by sharp 9:00a.m almost 3o minutes earlier than the clerk.When he arrived I asked him,"Can I get my domicile certificate?"He changed his dialogue and said,"It takes time." My father said,"Sir,please take ur own time." We spent till 12:00p.m under a tree.At 12:00pm my father again asked him,"Can we get our.....?"The clerk roared ,"Its my lunch time.How many times I have to say .................."My father just folded his hands listening his every scolding.But my condition was greatly different.I wanted to kill that bastard there itself ,not for the thing he had not issued my certificate but for the thing he was scolding my father.

We both forgot about lunch and stayed under the tree till 5pm.We both rushed into the office again at that time.Then that idiot was not there.Due to our luck another bastard was there with designation as R.I. We had seen that our domicile certificate was prepared and all it needed was a sign of M.R.O. I wanted to rush into the M.R.O's chamber but my father stopped me not doing that. R.I told us to come next day morning.

My father extended his leave and we both rushed again on Saturday by 9am.The clerk was there and I enquired about my domicile certificate.He told us that M.R.O had to sign on that and M.R.O needs.......My father said,"Sir,I have no money and I cant give."The clerk roared again,"Then wait,don't eat our brains."My father could threw a few bucks over his dirty face as ours is an upper middle class family but he explained me that it wasn't his cup of tea to throw money and get his work done, that to illegally.

We spent there till evening,again forgot(?) to take our lunch.In the mean time, I watched many guys getting their work done by throwing few bucks over the employees and I also found an old man,who was a sufferer and he really didn't have any money.All it fascinated me was the emblem of 'Loksatha-the people's power' beside the bastards' table.

By evening our domicile certificate was signed by M.R.O and it reached 'stamp boy's' table and before putting the stamp on my certificate ,the stamp boy showed me his palm as I had borrowed some money from him.That time my father put a Rs.10 in his hand and papa pierced into that boys' eyes for a second.The boy happily put the stamp on my certificate.I still hadn't forgot the R.I's words"Its common in government offices.............."

I asked my father,"Why u wasted two days leave,which Worth's more than Rs.800 for the bloody certificate of Rs.50?"My father answered me in a single sentence,"Values are higher to an individual."


There ended the story............................"VALUES ARE HIGHER TO AN INDIVIDUAL."The sentence which was remained in my brain and I want never to violate this rule as it was the greatest teaching from my father.



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It is my second blog and I will be happy if it becomes my best blog.It is the thing which happened in my life and which is happening in India.I wont say that killing corrupted officials is the only root-out but I do say,Instant justice is the best medicine.I was unable to give quality in my first blog(in the sense of literature) as I almost have no touch with English literature from several days.I felt an improvement in this.But u r the actual judge for me and I feel happy if u give valuable comments..........Mail me at aravind4588@gmail.com (or) post ur comments here itself.

MY FIRST DATE WAS A MUSLIM

From the first day of my professional college life, I was a regular visitor of my university library,which served more as a lovers' park and a dating club.Through out my college life I had seen guys and girls kissing and smooching, sometimes if they couldn't resist they used to proceed more.

I remembered, every friend of me got a girl friend in our first year itself and myself is the only guy, who was unable to get a girl friend.My friends used to care about me by asking,"Arey budhu,kab girl friend ko patayegha?"I still remembered that one girl honoured me by calling dheela(the loose connection)....!

I had not forget that it was the starting days of my second year and I was still not succeeded in catching a girlfriend.One day while i was seriously searching for "Janis kuby immunology book", I had seen a guy and girl unable to resist and they proceeded more to a smooch and conveniently forgot that it is a library

At the same time, a girl who was in a typical traditional chudhidar approached me and asked "Do u know the procedure of borrowing a book in the library?"I stunned as it might be the first time a girl speaking to me in my college life and that to such a big sentence of more than 10 words.Without answering her,I started dreaming about promising a party to friends if she would become my girlfriend and explaining about her to them etc,. I was back to the earth when she again asked,"Do u know how to...........?"

I just didn't want to drop this opportunity and I helped her many ways in the library that day. She left the library with the interested books without taking concern and care about wishing me "Thanq".But I already decided not to think about 'self-respect' as it was taught by my friends .....sorry...my gurus

After 2 days, she again came to library and expecting her,I had gone in my own jeans and a borrowed T-shirt. I was making up of approaching her in mind. Instead of not giving me more pain, she only approached and wished me 'thanq' and asked for 'apology' as she forgot to wish me thanks on the same day of help.

On the same day I came to know that her name is 'Pathima' and also I did know some details that she is doing her bio-tech.. and herself is a transgenic breed,that mother is Hindu and father is Muslim.I was much relieved by knowing her as a transgenic breed, because it might be a problem for me to become a boy friend of a Muslim girl.

Days passed ,all I got is her phone number and associated phone bills.My total pocket money was spent in recharging mobile and offering treats to her.I still remembered that the first party I had given to her is my false birth day for which she came with total friends battalion and emptied my wallet.She had never given a chance to proceed more than touching her fingers.My friends used to ask me,"Abey budhu, kuch experience ayah?"Though I was able to get a girl friend(?) some girls had not changed their attitude in calling me "dheela"(loose connection)......

That time , I seriously planned(of course my friends are the game planners)about getting a smooch/lip kiss from her.I was succeeded in making her, come to "I.G.PARK" most famous lovers (page-3) park in bhubaneswar and my friends who planned that game was already there and one of my friend showed me a bush.As time passed, I put my head on her lap thinking"how to ask a smooch ?" and she was seriously counting the stars in the sky.My friends was always on the other side sighing me all the time.

Finally as the park closing time was arriving,I decided to make my plan full-filled and sat straight to her and took her head straight to mine and almost pulled her lips on to my lips, but her reflex is much faster than mine.She throwed me and started glancing fiercely.I dreamed there expecting further dialogues from her to be"Mai ne socha,andhra ladhka accha hota hai" or expecting a sandal print of my cheek.Breaking my dream,she started crying and in between she said"U are really a good boy.U waited long time for getting a kiss from me .Never a boy waited this much time for a kiss from me and they even proceeded more within a short time and also spending less money than u"

I left her there only without touching her more as it was the time i learned about S.T.D and A.I.D.S..... Afterwards I remained as 'dheela' through out my college life.But still this date, it was quite fascinating me "why she cried in the park while explaining me about her previous experiences?"....................


THERE ENDED THE STORY AND MYSELF REMAINED AS 'DHEELA' LIVING TO THE EXPECTATION OF SUM GIRLS........




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Actually it was not my cup of coffee, to write this type of blogs i.e., this type of fictions as I dream to become a thought-making,thought-breaking,thought-raising writer.But I tried this to check my potential in this type of writings.A girl is an inspirational move for me to write this blog.Unless she had not passed comments over me,I might have not put my pen to write this.Thanks for her.Coming to the professional arena,Anurag mathur is my inspiration who had written 'the inscrutable Americans'(for this specific blog)..........This is my first blog and I promise some quality writings in the near future and presently I am writing a though-making novel in my mother tongue..........and wish me 'best of luck' and please post ur valuable criticism over this at aravind4588@gmail.com or pass ur comments here itself.