In service.
In the far away place from capital where a lot of hype was generated around, poverty, hunger, trafficking and people selling their children, they had to work till their eligibility to apply as in-service candidates for higher studies.
Of course they were doctors for whom doing a post graduation is as ritualistic as a Brahmin doing a thread ceremony for his son.
It did not come as such but after reading the whole of the forgotten courses that was read in five years to complete in five fortnights. The council played a hide and seek that took a lot of time exhausting all savings they had for the purpose. The delay was not as such but a scam , the big scam where a dozen direct and another half a dozen in service candidates could get the question by malpractice on which they had nothing to say as the court order was favorable that one was bound to honour.
All money exhausted in the process of waiting in loss of pay making the couple the poorest parents of two.
To add to it the association always demanded the registration fee of five hundred that was never available. After working six years in government they had lost the attitude of begging that the secretary never understood. Rather he ragged taking the name of the most illustrious teacher that it was his order. And here the story began.
There was no billing by police as it is seen today, "This medical college is the high prevalence zone of bike burglars, Honour them with two locks, keep vehicle in stand." As if the role of police ends there to remind you about burglars, which was not enacted then.
Being a Student that the public said as PG and the faculty said as in service PG, you felt as if you were yet in your mother"s womb to come out in the labour room after three years if they had mercy on you, the same labour room where you were born some thirty three years back.
Of course it was true. Who could proclaim on the judgement day that he had enough knowledge to pass!
Yes what was told...., yes as a PG student you were allowed to keep your bike in the stand free of cost because that cost even counted. There was no clue when the government would be pleased to sanction your study leave may be after a complete year.
But it was bad luck that he kept his bike in front of the main building for fifteen minutes by mistake that was enough for the specialist bike burglar.
Your first reaction, rush to the police station with a feeling that they threw a net to snatch back your most valuable possession after six years of service, ha ha ha , it was not you it was both of you.
The first advice by the friendly police was whether the insurance was up date or not.
No.
"Do it first then do the FIR."
(Now they are verifying but then it was possible as was the usual practice.)
He was quick to think the burglar did the same thing what he should do to the insurance company. That he could not do actually.
Next good advice was, go to Mr X of and he would help you to get back your bike if it was done by the usual group.
He was very confused, it was not his cup of tea.
But next day he being further advised by two more senior persons wanted to visit the Mr X.. Mr X was known to him since long when they were tenets as nascent couple some seven years back in his locality.
He was greeted well, was recognised and consoled well but Mr X told that it was wrong on his part to believe what people told.
He could not understand the mystery!
He reported the matter to the investigating officer and came back with a strong sense to revolt but against whom he was not finding it out. There were so many recovered bikes in the police station. He developed a bad habit to visit several police stations to see bike after bike. He felt if no one was taking those bikes then why one was not given to him although he knew that was not possible.
He remembered the SP of the town is the husband of his friend. Also knew he helped another doctor recovering his bike but should he disturb the SP for the small thing, a lost bike!! No he could not.
The next day in the department he told the thing to everyone to draw a little bit of sympathy that never stopped the right person to ask him to make no delay in registering himself as a member of the society.
He learnt he was nothing more than a student that to one in service being ready to march forward when there was a cyclone or a flood any where on the earth.
Never he could forget the bike 4S Champion of Bajaj make bearing number OR-05-C-1559, on which he biked 476 KMs at a stretch not once but six times in life. After sixteen years even the lost bike is so meaningful that always told him to be a villager only..
In the far away place from capital where a lot of hype was generated around, poverty, hunger, trafficking and people selling their children, they had to work till their eligibility to apply as in-service candidates for higher studies.
Of course they were doctors for whom doing a post graduation is as ritualistic as a Brahmin doing a thread ceremony for his son.
It did not come as such but after reading the whole of the forgotten courses that was read in five years to complete in five fortnights. The council played a hide and seek that took a lot of time exhausting all savings they had for the purpose. The delay was not as such but a scam , the big scam where a dozen direct and another half a dozen in service candidates could get the question by malpractice on which they had nothing to say as the court order was favorable that one was bound to honour.
All money exhausted in the process of waiting in loss of pay making the couple the poorest parents of two.
To add to it the association always demanded the registration fee of five hundred that was never available. After working six years in government they had lost the attitude of begging that the secretary never understood. Rather he ragged taking the name of the most illustrious teacher that it was his order. And here the story began.
There was no billing by police as it is seen today, "This medical college is the high prevalence zone of bike burglars, Honour them with two locks, keep vehicle in stand." As if the role of police ends there to remind you about burglars, which was not enacted then.
Being a Student that the public said as PG and the faculty said as in service PG, you felt as if you were yet in your mother"s womb to come out in the labour room after three years if they had mercy on you, the same labour room where you were born some thirty three years back.
Of course it was true. Who could proclaim on the judgement day that he had enough knowledge to pass!
Yes what was told...., yes as a PG student you were allowed to keep your bike in the stand free of cost because that cost even counted. There was no clue when the government would be pleased to sanction your study leave may be after a complete year.
But it was bad luck that he kept his bike in front of the main building for fifteen minutes by mistake that was enough for the specialist bike burglar.
Your first reaction, rush to the police station with a feeling that they threw a net to snatch back your most valuable possession after six years of service, ha ha ha , it was not you it was both of you.
The first advice by the friendly police was whether the insurance was up date or not.
No.
"Do it first then do the FIR."
(Now they are verifying but then it was possible as was the usual practice.)
He was quick to think the burglar did the same thing what he should do to the insurance company. That he could not do actually.
Next good advice was, go to Mr X of and he would help you to get back your bike if it was done by the usual group.
He was very confused, it was not his cup of tea.
But next day he being further advised by two more senior persons wanted to visit the Mr X.. Mr X was known to him since long when they were tenets as nascent couple some seven years back in his locality.
He was greeted well, was recognised and consoled well but Mr X told that it was wrong on his part to believe what people told.
He could not understand the mystery!
He reported the matter to the investigating officer and came back with a strong sense to revolt but against whom he was not finding it out. There were so many recovered bikes in the police station. He developed a bad habit to visit several police stations to see bike after bike. He felt if no one was taking those bikes then why one was not given to him although he knew that was not possible.
He remembered the SP of the town is the husband of his friend. Also knew he helped another doctor recovering his bike but should he disturb the SP for the small thing, a lost bike!! No he could not.
The next day in the department he told the thing to everyone to draw a little bit of sympathy that never stopped the right person to ask him to make no delay in registering himself as a member of the society.
He learnt he was nothing more than a student that to one in service being ready to march forward when there was a cyclone or a flood any where on the earth.
Never he could forget the bike 4S Champion of Bajaj make bearing number OR-05-C-1559, on which he biked 476 KMs at a stretch not once but six times in life. After sixteen years even the lost bike is so meaningful that always told him to be a villager only..
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