Clarion Call: Homeward Bound

Slumber makes good bedfellows with tired minds and tired bodies. Minor irritants like the twists and turns of a hilly road, blasts of cool breeze, the jerks and jolts of an otherwise creaky bus et al get ignored. However the circadian rythm of hunger pangs create a threshold, a point beyond which slumber fails and hunger takes over and the other irritants , so encouraged, sneak in too.

That surely must have been the case with me as I opened my eyes and looked around to find the others awake too. Too weary for conversation of any sort I looked around. The bus had descended from the mountains on to the plains, the breeze had a lesser bite , the dawn had painted the horizon with a lovely orangish hue and above all we had never discussed where to alight. Too tired to bring up the discussion I decided to stay on mute mode and perhaps carry on till the bus reached its final destination.

Caught between an aching body, a blank mind and a hungry stomach I was numb and had just allowed fatigue to take over when I heard Saibal and Alok urging us to shake ourselves up and prepare to get down. As if triggered into a chain reaction everyone of us was on our feet and we had soon alighted the bus with Vivek and Saibal thanking the driver profusely for his generosity. Beyond us and across the road where we had alighted there was quite an open ground and a temple with an upraised platform. We all decided to go to the temple. The temple complex was nice and clean and the temple itself was on a large elevated marble basement. The place was nice and clean and we all settled down there. The marble floor was comfortable and there was a tubewell nearby which helped us wash and clean ourselves a bit and also provided us with much needed drinking water.

A banana tree within the temple complex was sighted blooming with almost ripe bananas and was attacked immediately. Cool drinking water, and about one and a half banana each brought great respite and thus un disturbed and un perturbed in this serene surrounding and at a holy and religious place we one by one collapsed on the marble floor and fell asleep again.


When I woke up I found Sridip, Dhruva, Alok and Saibal missing. I learnt that Sridip had been able to remember the name and para ( a particular location generally in a residential area ) of a relative and along with Dhruva in tow had ventured out to trace him. Alok along with Saibal had gone out with fervour and hope to no-one-knew- where.

The remaining of us could only wait with Vivek suggesting that we could try and do some manual labour (( carrying bricks: in the distance a building construction was going on and daily labourers had lined up looking for days work and the contractor was recruting them one by one for the day after fixing up the dihadi ( a term used for the rate for the day )) by lining up for work like the daily wagers and earn some money to see us through. We even walked up to the Contractor only to scurry back without the gumption of trying to attempt the ask though in the bargain I could manage a few beedis from one of the labours and gleefuly lit one and spread out again on the marble floor of the temple. We had our fits and bouts of conversation interspersed with dozing off when at around 12 Noon we spotted Dhruva and Sridip running towards the temple excited and brimming from ear to ear. They had brought great news. They had located the relative, fed them a cock and bull story of how we had come here to participate in a volley ball tournament, had got mugged and robbed on the way and were in desperate condition. The relative had wanted to come along for help, was cajoled not to and eventually in the end parting with INR 200 to help our cause of going back to the hostel. Sridip and Dhruva had got some breakfast there too and had also brought few apples for us.

This was great news. We almost had our capital back and also some food so the celebration was impromptu only to be interrupted by Alok and Saibal who had just come in to announce that lunch was organised and we needed to quickly follow them and follow their instructions to the T.

In hindsight I feel that our silent prayers at the temple might have done it, Till date I have not been able to find any other valid explanation except that there was a divine intervention.

On the way to our luncheon destination we heard the story. Alok generally frequented a “MATH” ( A monastic order of Hindus. There are various MATHS in India. A parallel can be drawn to Buddhist monastries maybe ) at his native place.

A brainwave sent him on the look out for a similar ” MATH” / a branch/ an affiliate etc and he ended up finding one. Refernce to certain monks and names at his native place established his credentials and his story about our having run out of money while coming to participate in a tournament evoked sympathy and thereby an invitation for lunch.

As we reached the ” MATH” we were greeted with warmth. The Head Monk himself came out to welcome us and Alok fell on a  “Sashtang  Dandavat” ( A form of prostration wherein the devotee lies fully prostrate at the feet of an idol or spiritual leader with arms outstretched towards the idol/leader/guru ) and we followed suit in awkward fashion. It would have looked like quite a comedy sequence to onlookers with seven people suddenly collapsing to the ground in unsion.

We were blessed profusely by the monks, sympathised on our predicament and led to lunch after washing our hand and feet. We sat down on the floor with other monks for the lunch.

Till date I cannot forget the meal. It was like sharing a meal with GOD. The food was simple and extremely tasty. The meal was filling replete with warm milk, hot steamed rice, two extremely tasty curries, lentil and salads, some pickles and chutney ( an indian sauce made in various ways ) , papad ( crisp, generally disc shaped food made from seasoned dough usually of gram flour ) and lots and lots of love.  We were famished and this was heaven. The conversation with monks was kept by Alok. In any case we were under strict instructions from him to speak less lest we contradicted each others versions.

After such a Godly meal we left after courteous exchanges with a great feeling of love and respect and with our faith in humanity restored. Alok stood out as the hero of the day.

Our stomachs were full and we had money too…. Happy Days Were Here Again.

We broke into a song as we started our walk towards the Siliguri station…..

To be continued..







Clarion Call……Siliguri

I was awakened by a beam of sunlight. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, found myself on the floor of what looked like a train. Few more seconds of eye rubbing and reality sunk in. The train was moving on , the speed was slower. I got up and nudged the others awake. We were into the second day now.

We went to the door and peered out. Various railway lines were converging and diverging, the country side had given away to an urban landscape, the train was slowing down and it was imminenet that a station was approaching. By now everyone of the gang was awake. We all felt and obviously looked shabby, dirty and unkempt.

Slowly the train entered the station and we finally alighted at Siliguri and were ushered out, without a problem. Once outside the station we were clueless where to head to when Jhilik suggested that we go to the Siliguri Tourism office as it opened early and also had a biggish reception for seating people as well as clean wash rooms which could help with our morning chores. At the tourism office we took turns to wash up a bit and freshen up while someone from the gang kept the officials engaged with queries on sightseeing and tourism opportunities. Utpal was the last and when he announced bowels cleared we were ready  to move out of the office.

Our stomachs were cleared so to say and Jhilik had even had a shower using his shirt as the towel. There was no tooth paste on us so we had to contend ourselves with a bit of washing the mouth with water and save Jhilik we were all without a bath and shave. However shaving was not something that mattered to Dhruva as he was sporting a beard.

Thus slightly freshened up and taking count of money which stood at INR 120/- we decided to walk down towards the bus and taxi stand. The bus and taxi stand were crowded with regular commuters and passengers. Being slightly early into the tourist season tourists had not yet started arriving. We spotted a minibus half full with the driver and helper calling out for people for Kalimpong. Before others could even realize Sridip , Alok and Saibal had started negotiating with the driver for a trip to Kalimpong.

The regular fare was around INR 30/- per head but the trio bargained for all of us for INR 30/- coaxing and cajoling and taking advantage of the fact that this was off season and that we were students and the bus was not filling up in any case and that God would really bless the driver for helping students and so on and so forth.

However at this point in time Jhilik panicked. He wanted to go back and urged us all to do so. How will you guys return with hardly any money left? He bellowed. He was booed down collectively , called a coward and Alok and Vivek gave him a good lecture on how one should live in the present and not think of the future. Jhilik was in no mood for sermon and returned it with the choicest expletives and got back more in return. The driver caught in the cross fire of this verbal  duel quickly planted himself on his drivers seat and started honking madly and we thought he would drive away and so jumped in with Sridip throwing his final volley of abuses as he hung out of the bus at its footboard. Jhilik had already started walking away from the bus and the bus had started off too.

We settled down and started enjoying the journey. The bus crossed the Teesta Bridge and soon began its journey upwards through the winding mountain road. The hills emerged in their splendour, the winding road looked magical, the weather gradually started getting cooler and cooler , the long trees looked gorgeous and the cliffs, gorges and occasional mountain streams made our hearts rejoice

The bus was largely filled with locals who got a bit friendly with us. One of them passed around a few apples which we devoured instantly as it brought some relief to our hungry stomachs.

The bus reached Kalimpong sometime late afternnon. We alighted to be greeted by bit of cold weather, floating clouds, lush green hills and our hearts soared in excitement. Hunger had to be satisfied first and a small tea stall made our day by providing us with bread and tea at a very cheap rate. Hunger satisfied it was but felt apt that we should make the trip worthwhile by trying out a bit of sightseeing. Shivering in the cold but warm in the heart we approached a tourist jeep and the driver agreed to take us around Kalimpong at INR 30/- and cover the seven ponits. It was fun and the driver even shared a small bottle of rum with us which kept the cold at bay.

We enjoyed the sightseeing and followed it up with a group photo shoot ( the studio owner agreed to send the photographs to us by VPP wherein we could pay on receipt of the photographs at the stated address).

It was getting dark and we decided to return back to Siliguri. Stock taking showed up a meagre balance of INR 30/-. Enquiries at the bus stand revealed that the last bus had left. We were stranded and worried now. No money , no food and no place to stay at a hill station which was getting colder and colder as the night drew in. Desparate and frantic efforts and enquiries revealed that one local bus driver could manage for us shelter at a school for the night and we could then take the early morning bus. We had resigned to the fate when suddenly there emerged from the crowd  ( our predicament had drawn in many onlookers and sympathisers and being a very lean tourist season everyone had a lot of time to spend on us ) a jeep driver stating that there is a bus which comes in at around 11 PM from a place called Rangli ( dont know if I remember the name right now ) provided the weather is good.

That was a chance we had to take and we planted ourselves in a tea stall waiting with bated breath for the bus to arrive. Arrive it did sometime around midnight and we jumped in. We got seats towards the last row and settled down only to realize that the bus had its rear windshield broken and cold air was floating in. We collapsed one over the other in our seats exhausted and shivering and one by one fell asleep………..

At least…. so to say we were homeward bound……



Breaking Free 3 ( Onward )

Locating the whereabouts of a Railway Man in the premises of the Indian Railways as it seemed in hindsight was quite an easy job. But hindsight is a matter of the future and we were in the present. Dwindling money, tiredness and fatigue were showing up in bits and pieces though he sense of adventure kept suppressing them. Our attire too had become shabby and dirty and disheveled hairs added to the poignancy of the scene if I may say so.

We huddled up and decided to break into groups of two to locate the gentleman. It was decided that we would quiz every railwayman available at the station regarding this mysterious gentleman whose name we knew. Those were not the days of mobile phones so we decided to meet back at a particular tea stall after half and hour. Having planned thus Operation Search started.

Half an hour later each one came back to the meeting point to discover that Sridip and Dhruva had come back to the assembly point within ten minutes having located the whereabouts of this mysterious gentleman Mama. As we realized later Sridip and Dhruva had straight gone to the Station Masters’ room to enquire about the gentleman and as it transpired  the Station Master knew the Mama well and even provided us with the address of the house where he lived. On that particular day he was on night duty and was likely to be at home at this point of time. That was amazing news. The smile that started from Alok’s lips completed the full circle through everybodys’ lips ending up with a big hurray at the end.

Dhruva and Sridip scampered off to locate the Mama and his house while we spent our time gossiping at the station and observing the myriads of activities at the station. We even gathered up courage to spend money for a small cup of refreshing tea each. Very soon Sridip and Dhruva came back running brimming from Head to Toe. The Mama was located and he had graciously invited us all for dinner. There was a silence of disbelief before we realized how hungry we all were and some home cooked dinner free of cost would just be the right thing to keep on going. Dinner was good though not lavish, hospitality was even better and the best part was the Mama knew a TTE who could get us into the night train , onward bound to Siliguri , with a nominal amount of payment to him. The resolution was passed unanimously and after a wonderful dinner we trudged along with Mama back to the station.

There was a train coming in at around 11.00 in the night and Mamas friend would let us in the reserved compartment for a nominal fee of INR 60 and would also get us out of the Siliguri staiton at the Siliguri check point.  The deal was done and we waited for the train after sentimental good byes and thanks to Mama for his hospitality. We felt even more grateful to him when before leaving he handed over a INR 100 note to Sridip telling him to keep it for emergency. What he did not know was that we were already in emergency. Everybody would have hugged him but everybody in his own mind ,as came out from discussions later ,refrained lest it would expose our true situation and our almost empty pockets.

The train chugged in and we were ushered into a reserved compartments. The train was going up to Guwahati and there were lots of Assamese people in there which made our task easy as Sridip having been born and brought up in Assam knew the language and made friends easily to the extent that quite a few of them agreed to share their berths with them. What else would we have wanted, A healthy dinner, a 100 rupee note, a train to siliguri and to top it all few shared berths which could allow you at least half a sleep for the overnight journey.

Alok settled onto a berth and so did Sridip. It appeared as if it was Sridip’s authorised berth and the legal reserved owner of the berth was actually being adjusted by Sridip. Saibal had found a sitting position. Utpal , Jhilik and Dhruva had spread themselves on the floor near the bathroom oblivious of  the stench if any. Dhruva having used his old technique of opening his shirt and wearing it inside out ( the logic was that when he would alight he would wear it the right way again and only the inside part would be soiled and dirty ).

Myself and Vivek opened the door and sat there. The train started pulling out of the station through a shifting panorama of lights, vendors, tea stall, people waiting for their trains, coolies, hawkers of various kinds. They all started becoming blur as it gathered speed and suddenly plunged into the darkness of the night leaving the station behind. Gusts of wind hit us as the train pierced into the silence of the night along with the rythmic sound of the wheels on the tracks and the intermittent hooting of horn by the driver breaking the eerie silence of the night. The train was passing through vast expanse of agricultural land and the shilouette of trees in the darkness would almost appear ghostly.

I went into a reverie thinking of my parents at home and wondering if they have had their dinner by now, I thought of them missing me and felt sad, I thought of my mother and of home cooked food, I thought they would be thinking of me studying hard and felt guilty, I thought of the college hostel and wondered what the other students would be thinking about us, I thought of our hostel warden and felt that perhaps I was letting him down running away on adventure without information or notice. I had visions of my childhood. I was perhaps dozing of intermittently.

The sudden hooting of the horn shook me up from my reverie. I could see lights in the distance perhaps an approaching station. Dhruva had woken up and joined me and so did Utpal as the train pulled into a station. It was around 3.00 PM at night.

We alighted and took a stroll. Utpal lit a cigarette and we shared.

When we got back into the train again I was very sleepy. I spread out on the floor and slept and dreamt of our new destination …. Siliguri….

To be continued

Breaking Free ( Continued )

Friends allow me to aplogise for the typos in the earlier blog on the subject.

1986 was 31 years ago.I need to pick bits and pieces from memory. But as I do it seems like yesterday.Its like a moving film in front of your eyes. Yes, certain pieces of information, certain incidents would drop off but the feeling rushes back. To relive the incident by writing about it is amazing.

Before I carry on from where I left let me introduce the gang in short sentences where I shall try to capture the quintessentiality of the individual.

Jhilik Biswas: Medium height and stocky. Very jovial and jolly and an excellent footballer. Was a master at dribbling and passing.

Vivek Agarwal: Hailed from Delhi. Fair, tall and handsome. Easily blended into the West Bengal Culture and in two years was speaking fluent bengali and by the third year could even read Bengali. Cool, composed and tension free.

Saibal Chakraborty: The body builder.Tall, fair and well built. Was rigorous and meticulous with his exercise regimen. Used to have two raw egg yolks every morning with milk. This allowed us to queue up in front of his room to collect ( on first come basis )the white of the egg which would then be made into an omlette.

Dhruva Pratim Ghatak: The eternal freak with almost a photographic memory and tremendous dare devilery. Absolute care free soul who lived his life on his terms.

Alok: Quiet and highly under rate popped out as the prize discovery on various occassions. A great artist and designer, he single handedly conceptualized the design and layout of the Saraswati pandal and later ( with manual help from others ) also went ahead to create the structure of the pandal.

Utpal Maity: Excellent defender ( football ) who could also bring up surprise attacks. Named MARA ( meaning dead ) due to his lethargic attitude could albeit spring to life in a football game. Lively and jolly by nature.

Sridip: A bengali born and brought up in Assam made a heady combination. Source of our Assameese slangs, a great batsman who went up to play at the district level but soon gave it away, a good footballer too. Highly energetic and lively. Could slice through the most tense of atmosphere through his jokes and wit.

Snehangshu: Loved his white Kurta Payjama ( Indian Traditional dress ), his wills navy cut cigarette and his bridge ( card game ). Spoke less but could join in the fun whenever required.

Prantik: Yours Truly

Two were selected to get down to flagging a truck.

We had close to INR 160 with us so the strategy this time was different. There was to be no discussion with the truck driver and helper, as soon as a truck would stop the idea was to just climb onto the back without seeking permission. Change in strategy required change in roles too. Readers can scroll back and read about the description of the individuals and guess which two were chosen for flagging down a truck.

Orders were simple and brief. These two would flag down the truck. Once the truck slowed down the others would scamper towards the back of the truck and haul themselves in while these two would engage the driver for 45 secs. Once the gang at the back was in they would refuse to get down so that these two would then clamber on to the cabin. Money dealings for the ride would come later.

The plan was executed to perfection. Dhruva and Sridip ( Flagged down the truck. Did anyone guess it right). In the process Dhruva removing his shirt and tying it around his waist. Vivek and Jhilik were the first to clamber on to the back hauling themselves quickly up by using the lock chains of the truck. The others followed suit and Snehangshu had to be pulled in. Dhruva and Sridip then climbed onto the cabin and were left to deal with the driver on price points. We later learnt that the driver had demanded INR 150 and Sridip and Dhruva had to use all their skills to get that scaled down to INR 30 of course this also involved exchange of the  choicest expletives and threats to push the gang out of the truck midway but Sridip and Dhruva stood the test and en route even managed to share a few beedis ( an Indian version of a mini cigar filled with tobacco flakes, wrapped in tobacco leaf and tied with a string at one end ) with the driver and his attendant.

Farakkah to Malda is around 34 Kms and the truck journey took about one hour forty five minutes. It was post lunch time and the gang was tired and drowsy. The effects of gur and ganja were catching up and sleep beckoned. The back of the truck was empty and there was no cargo to pilfer. Everybody dozed off in fits and bursts. Jhilik however had kept awake holding onto the trucks rails, enjoying the country side he had broken out to singing along the way. A heavy medley of Hindi, Bengali and Folk songs. Everyone was too tired to boo him down and he seemed too tired to stop.

Malda was announced and all climbed down with lazy steps. Everyone was hungry but money was scanty. A small budget was alloted for tea and snacks. Hot team and a vegetable chop each while sitting on the bench of a local tea stall brought huge relief. A quick count of balance money was made. INR 100 and dwindling.

A bit rejuvenated everyone decided to stroll down to a garden and spent some time there. Cigarettes were still available. As evening drew near the group moved to the railway station with no definite plan. Once at the railway station there were debates on what to do next. Most suggested enough was enough and we should all return back to the hostel. While this was still on the anvil the bomb dropped. Difficult to recall who dropped it but it did not burst but got defused by the spirit of further adventure. Probably Vivek and Saibal dropped the bomb by suggesting that a TTE could be managed and we take a train to Siliguri.The idea was lapped up but money for dinner and further movement was not enough. Never to give up on adventure Sridip suddenly recalled that he had a maternal uncle at Malda working with the railways and if he could be spotted dinner and onward travel could get managed.

Hip Hip Hurray….What a piece of news. The treasure hunt began………….


To be continued…..

Breaking Free: A Clarion Call

The day began as usual. Well in hostels that too in Engineering College Hostels the mornings are generally lazy as students try and force themselves out of their slumber, nurse a hangover, look lost and / or go back to sleep again. Breakfasts run cold and many a times the morning tea is usually followed soon with lunch. Many a times even before a shave or bath and sometimes even before the morning rituals..Did someone say “What about college and classes”……Frankly who cared..

It was the month of March and Holi Holidays ( Indian Festival Of Colours ) had just gone by. The students were spiritually enlightened ( literally ) and the festive mood was lingering on. There was a football game in the evening where Vivek defended well, so did Utpal, Jhilik as usual dribbled the ball well, Prantik was at the striker, Saibal was at the hostel doing his routine exercises,Dhruva was also at the hostel sitting on the broken bed  supported  at the end of long corridor of the hostel, Alok had gone out to the city and Snehangshu was happily puffing on to his Wills Navy Cut Cigarette and chatting with Dhruva. The football game ended around 6 PM and after light showers and wash the gang collected on the broken wooden bed. This was chit chat time, passing around cigarettes, a bit of weed, jokes and fun.

Normally energy in such hostels peak after dinner and a game of Bridge was suggested by Snehangshu which religiously began at around 1130 in the night. Almost the entire 3 rd year batch was there. Four playing, the others watching and the balance lazing around smoking, commenting, cheering. As the night grew old and the card game of bridge became a bit heavy for the mind it got replaced by flush ( The three card game ). Flush started sometime at 2.30 AM in the night and this time more people joined in. In came Roopak, Pranab, Sridip etc. Board money was kept light and seen had to stake double of the blind. So ran the game cutting the darkness of the night amidst bits and pieces of fights, debates, skirmishes and the jingling of the coins at play. There were obviously pee breaks.

At one such collective pee break Vivek pointed out that it was about 5.30 AM in the morning and the radiance of the dawn was filtering in. Phew…….. whole night at cards and a wonderful dawn.Sridip gave a clarion call to walk down to the bus stop for tea and some Sar Rooti ( Bread laced with milk cream, sprinkled with sugar, turned upside down with the cream laced side facing downwards and toasted over coal fire).

The gang then dressed up and left. Some went to sleep but Vivek, Alok, Dhruva, Sridip, Utpal, Prantik, Saibal, Jhilik, Snehangshu sauntured down to the bus stop. Tea, Toast and some smoking followed when someone in the team set the tone for adventure suggesting that we hail a truck and hitch hike a ride to the Farakkah Dam from the Behrampore bus stop. 3 rd Engineering students in their early twenties had got their trigger and the resolution was unanimously passed. A quick counting of money was made and INR 220 ( In the year 1986 ) was counted as everyone dumped their money into a common pool. Not much but not too bad and hail a truck process was set in motion.

Flagging down a truck for students was not too uphill a task and soon Alok and Sridip were haggling with a truck driver on the rate for the hike. Four climbed on to the cabin and five at the back as the deal was settled for INR 60. The journey was fun specially for the five at the back as they dumped themselves on the sacks of cargo being carried and Snehangshu lit cigarette which was passed around. The journey was lovely through the country side and Saibal broke into a song to be hooted down by others. Prantik dozed off so did a few others to be nudged back to reality by Vivek who miraculously had produced a pocket knife from no where and had cut upon the sacks to reveal a cargo of gur ( Jaggery ). Quickly four / five pellets were pulled out for pilfering and another pellet was eaten on the spot. For empty hungry stomachs this was manna from heaven. The journey thus took a sweet turn with the balance of the gang in the cabin completely oblivious to this unethical pilferage. Cigarette and bites of gur seemed to go quite well together. After about three hours , it was nearing  930!AM Farakkah was announced and the gang jumped out of the truck. The place looked amazing and the Farakkah Barrage looked gorgeous and month. Most of the barrage gates were closed and the river fully contained on one side only seemed to trickle out into a narrow stream at the other side. After some time a nice sitting place just beside the river was located as everbody sat down to relax smoke. Cigarettes were also filled with weed ( ganja ) and passed around. The river breeze, the stillness of the place, the sparkle of the sun on the river, the giant of a dam made for a perfect setting for these adventure and ganja ( not all had ) laden youths. The icing on the cake was the availability of pilfered gur which served as brunch and kept hunger at bay.

Three hours went buy when Alok announced that we could further hitch hike to Malda. Unanimity of this sudden idea took time with Snehangshu dropping out to head back to hostel. Neither coaxing nor the choicest of slangs could get him to agree. The others took it forward as again the process of hailing another truck was set in motion…….




Oasis Trail- 4 and Final

Returning to this after long. Bit of lethargy, bit of nothingness, bit of disarray and bit of my on quest for the Oasis.

Phew – Oasis. How many of you could find it? Its not easy I understand.

To leave something, specially when you need to finances, and to plunge into a passion is not easy but there are enough examples of people having done it. You can search them out there are plenty.

What have they all in common… They just held on to their passion failure after failure. Check out the life story of Jack Ma….

Check out the story of Marvan Attapatu Srilankan Cricketer.

Take a plunge thats the mantra. At least you wont regret having not tried.

I have another interesting example. Check out the site

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Dr Yuvraj and Dr Madhurita how they left their posh jobs and what they are doing now. Idols in our life….. Hats off to you Drs….. May God give you all the strength.

This one is dedicated to them…Take a bow…

Oasis Trail – 3

Let this be short. The metaphorical oasis and the possibility of escaping there is gaining ground. Thanks to all who are reading and relating to me. Amazing……..

Well why do we need the Oasis at all:

  • We are in a job out of necessity and the job is not to our liking?
  • Not able to meet the expectations of the boss?
  • The remuneration ( financial ) is not enough?
  • Many other people are being given greater importance?
  • Unhappiness at the personal/domestic front leading to lack of concentration at office?
  • Very stiff targets?
  • Setting for oneself a mission and not being able to accomplish it?
  • Poor and shoddy office environment?
  • Distractions in office?
  • Threats from outsiders?
  • Threats from insiders?
  • Very little personal and social time?
  • Long commuting distance to and fro?
  • Fear of failure?
  • Too organised and idealistic?
  • Improper processes, poor controls, indiscipline?
  • Physical and health challenges?
  • Not able to manage subordinates?
  • Run of the mill activity?
  • Perception of peers?
  • Routine, clerical activity with no challenge thrown in?
  • Very late hours?
  • Shift duty thereby disrupting biological rythm of the body?
  • Mismatch with expectations?
  • Lack of recognition?
  • Promotional issues?
  • Locational problems?
  • Unhealthy conditions?
  • Peer Pressure

Have I missed any? Please guide me….

Whats the choice for a job. Money or Nature Of Job…Which carries greater weightage?

Can the two be balanced?