Author: Rajat Chandra Sarmah

An engineer by Profession. Best Emerging author of Kolkotta book carnival 24 and Golden book award for his book A SANGUINE TALE Unfolding The Life of a Project Engineer. My second book A New Dawn Adventure in the Golden years is a Amazon Best seller No #1.The short story story collection Whisper of Diverse tale and Behind the headlines , a thriller are my latest addition to my publications. A Symphony of Life , a collection of Poem is due to be released shortly .I co authored in a numbers of Anthologies

Life In An Apartment( Part II)

In the vibrant lifestyle of Happy Villa residents, where echoes of the past intertwined with the present, a quirky tradition emerged that became a source of joy and unity among the residents—a ceremony known as the ” Happy Villa Vibes.” This unique idea was brought by a few of the residents led by Ayeasa, the new entrant to the Happy Villa to bring together the diverse community with an element of surprise. The Management committee welcome the new idea.

The rooftop terrace has been converted for this purpose to serve as a cultural hub for this purpose. Ayesha, the beautiful lady who recently shifted to the Happy Villa-occupied apartment on rent has been given the responsibility of implementing the proposed idea of “Happy Villa Vibes” for celebrating, entertaining and developing community feeling- amongst the residents of Happy Villa. A yearly event where residents share their most memorable and quirky stories. The goal was to create a collective narrative that celebrated the individual quirks and unique experiences that made Happy Villa a one-of-a-kind community. For children, some indoor and outdoor games with symbolic prizes were proposed to encourage them. Mr Grover, the Managing committee head encouraged everyone and was very supportive.

The idea gained enthusiastic support from the residents. Mrs Sarma, another newly joined resident with her wealth of stories and anecdotes, became the honorary storyteller, sharing tales of her early days. Amelia, the comedian, couldn’t resist the opportunity to add her comedic touch to the event. James, always up for a technological challenge, proposed live-streaming the event for residents who couldn’t attend in person.

As the day of the first Happy Villa Vibes approached, excitement buzzed through the building. Residents prepared their stories, ranging from heartwarming to downright hilarious. The rooftop terrace transformed , adorned with fairy lights, colourful cushions, and a makeshift stage. Some musical arrangement between the stories makes it more enjoyable and all residents get involved.

The event kicked off with a classical dance performance by Nandini,  granddaughter of Mrs Saikia, paying homage to the building’s rich diversity. Mrs Sharma, with her knack for storytelling, regaled the audience with tales of the mischievous pranks played by the building’s residents and also during her young age.

Amelia, the resident comedian, took the stage next, turning her quirky experiences into a stand-up routine that had the audience in stitches. She recounted the time her attempt at cooking turned into a kitchen disaster, with smoke alarms blaring and neighbours rushing to her aid.

James, the tech enthusiast, embraced the spotlight to share a technological mishap involving a voice-activated virtual assistant that had the entire building bursting into laughter. His willingness to laugh at himself endeared him to the community even more.

Ayesha, as the organizer, with a beautiful white and pink dress with her open long silky hair, took the stage last. She shared the story of discovering an antique diary with a beautiful love story of one Arjun and Anamika and the audience remained spellbound by her magical way of keeping the audience’s anticipation until she finished. Her narrative resonated with the audience, with her lovely way of speaking her tells as they saw their journeys reflected in her quest for connection and meaning within Happy Villa  Apartments.

The Happy Villa Vibes became an annual tradition, eagerly anticipated by residents of all ages. Each year, the stories grew more colourful and diverse, weaving a beautiful canvas of shared experiences that bound the community together. The event extended beyond the rooftop terrace, with residents organizing themed potlucks, talent shows, and collaborative art projects inspired by the stories shared during the Vibes. The initial programme was in later years extended to two evenings as more and more residents showed their interest and participated.

One year, the event took an unexpected turn when a mysterious “Magic Box” appeared in the community area. Residents were encouraged to submit their quirky stories, confessions, and aspirations anonymously. The magic Box became an opening for confessionals, fostering an environment of openness and shared vulnerability.

The Magic Box expanded to include collaborative projects inspired by the Magic Box submissions. Mrs. Patel, the gardening enthusiast, initiated a community mural that captured the essence of the submitted stories. James, leveraging his tech skills, created an interactive platform where residents could anonymously contribute their quirky anecdotes year-round.

The quirky tradition brought laughter and connection and catalyzed positive change among Happy Villa residents. Residents discovered shared passions, unexpected talents, and a profound appreciation for the uniqueness of each individual. Everybody feels the other resident is a part of their extended family.

As years passed, the Happy Villa Vibes became more than just an event—it became a living example of the resilience, diversity, and spirit of the building’s community. It also helps community participation in the management as a direction can be evolved on critical and improvement proposals which could be discussed informally in these gatherings.

With all the major festivals and now the Happy Villa Vibes bought a lovely atmosphere in the Villa and all residents feel proud to be a part of this vibrant society.

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Happy Villa, though teeming with cultural diversity and camaraderie, and having a Lively environment, has been affected by entry of some disturbing elements to the society. A unified society gradually felt the eclipse but remained as a spectator watching how it went.

In the heart of the tranquil Villa, where happiness and unity once thrived among the residents, a sudden disturbance unfolded with the arrival of a few new members. These newcomers disrupted the peace by causing chaos and spreading nonsensical messages in the official group, creating a wave of unease among the community.

Despite the palpable tension, the existing residents chose to remain onlookers, silently observing the unfolding drama remaining away from the official group communication also in fear of personal attack However, amidst this turmoil, Mr Grover, a distinguished gentleman known for his calm demeanor, could not tolerate the escalating issues. He took charge and called for a managing committee meeting to address the problems plaguing their once-harmonious community.

As the meeting unfolded, chaos ensued, fueled by personal attacks on Mr Grover by the disruptive residents. The silence of the others spoke volumes, and amid the turmoil, Mr Grover made a difficult decision – he resigned from his role in the managing committee, unable to bear the onslaught of personal attacks.

The departure of Mr. Grover marked a turning point. The disruptive individuals, taking advantage of the situation, seized control of the managing committee. Those who had supported Mr Grover left the meeting in solidarity, leaving the door open for the troublemakers to appoint their allies to key positions within the committee.

The once-vibrant environment of the Villa underwent a drastic transformation. Fear of criticism and reprisals compelled the remaining residents to distance themselves from day-to-day happenings. The community that had once flourished with camaraderie now found itself in the grip of uncertainty and disarray. Various groups were unofficially formed and the residents became part of different groups.

Amidst this turmoil, a few concerned residents began to reflect on the values that had initially brought them together. A sense of nostalgia for the days of unity and happiness motivated them to take action. Together, they organized a gathering to discuss the current state of affairs and explore ways to reclaim the harmony that had been lost.

During the meeting, especially the senior residents shared their grievances and concerns, realizing the importance of solidarity in maintaining the well-being of the community as a whole. Inspired by a shared desire for positive change, a group emerged to challenge the status quo and reclaim the vibrant atmosphere that once defined their Villa.

This group, led by individuals who had experienced the positive impact of Mr. Grover’s leadership, sought to reinstate the principles of fairness, cooperation, and open communication within the community. Recognizing the need for a united front, they reached out to fellow residents who had distanced themselves, urging them to join the cause for the greater good.

As the movement gained momentum, more residents rallied behind the call for change. The once-silent majority found their voices, expressing a collective determination to restore the Villa to its former glory. Together, they organized peaceful posting of their views on the official group communication of the community-building proposal, and open forums to foster dialogue and understanding among all residents. The residents started protesting in unison if any objectionable comments were made by those who created chaos.

The renewed sense of community spirit began to have a positive impact, gradually weakening the influence of the disruptive individuals who had taken control of the managing committee. Residents who had initially been swayed by the chaos started to see through the facade and recognized the importance of returning to a harmonious coexistence.

In a surprising twist, some of the troublemakers themselves, feeling the positive energy and unity growing within the community, began to question their disruptive actions. Realizing the error of their ways, they approached the organizing group, expressing remorse and a desire to contribute positively to the community.

With a spirit of forgiveness and inclusivity, the community embraced those who sought redemption, recognizing that everyone had the potential for growth and change. Slowly but steadily, the Villa began to heal, and the managing committee transformed, with new members elected based on merit and a commitment to the well-being of the community.

The journey to reclaim harmony in the Villa was not without challenges, but the resilience and collective efforts of the residents triumphed over discord. The once-vibrant environment was restored, and the lessons learned from this tumultuous period served as a reminder of the importance of unity, communication, and the shared values that bound them together.

As the sun set over the Villa, casting a warm glow on the rejuvenated community, residents gathered for a celebration of their shared triumph. The challenges they had faced had strengthened their bonds, and the Villa once again resonated with the laughter and joy of a united and harmonious community, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

19/01/24

Mail ID: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

Nomination of my Book for Golden Book Awards 2024

Recognisations

LIFE IN AN APARTMENT (PART -I)

In the heart of the crowded and busy city, lying close between the towering skyscrapers, stood the  Apartments Happy Villa—a manifestation of urban life teeming with diverse cultures, characters and stories waiting to unfold.

At the epicentre of this vibrant community was Mrs. Saikia, an elderly woman with a penchant for gardening. Her small balcony, a riot of colours with blooming flowers, became a serene oasis for her seeking solace from the daily grind. Yet, unknown to all, Mrs Saikia nurses a secret passion for salsa dancing, a skill she acquired during her youth in Cuba.

On the opposite end of the spectrum lived Jogesh Patel, an ambitious young entrepreneur always glued to his laptop. His relentless pursuit of success left little room for socializing, until the day he discovered the ‘Happy Villa’ was having a  group chat where neighbours shared tales of intrigue and uncovered the hidden talents of the apartment complex.

Amelia, an aspiring comedian on the fourth floor, brought laughter to Happy Villa with her quirky sense of humour. Her stand-up routines at the monthly community gatherings were a hit, drawing both applause and a fair share of eye-rolls. Little did everyone know, she was nursing a dream of becoming a serious playwright, hidden behind her comedic façade.

The enigmatic musician, James, resided on the second floor. Always clad in black, he spent his days strumming haunting melodies on his guitar. Rumours swirled about his past life as a detective, a story he neither confirmed nor denied. Residents wondered if his melancholic tunes held clues to mysteries within the very walls they shared.

As the seasons changed, so did the dynamics of Happy Villa. One day, an unexplained power outage plunged the apartment complex into darkness without having the backup power installed till then as construction work was still going on. In the ensuing chaos, secrets were inadvertently revealed in the lawn over the moonlit. Mrs Saikia’s hidden salsa skills dazzled everyone, Jogesh discovered the joys of connecting face-to-face with the residents which he always avoids, and James’s music became a source of comfort for anxious neighbours.

Amelia, seizing the opportunity, organized an impromptu comedy show under the moonlight, turning a potential disaster into a night of laughter and companionship. The Happy Villa group chat buzzed with activity as residents shared their unexpected experiences during the blackout, creating a bond that transcended the mundane.

As the community began to thrive, a series of get-togethers and community activities were initiated by the new president of the society. Mr Grover, an aged and renowned lawyer, would test the strength of the resident’s newfound connections. The atmosphere shifted from lighthearted to entertaining, as residents gradually started to know each other.

The Happy Villa stood on its diverse characters overcoming the challenges that would reshape their lives. The once mundane apartment complex transformed into a stage where humour, drama, seriousness, unanticipated events, and thrilling mysteries unfolded in harmony, proving that within the confines of everyday life, extraordinary stories were waiting to be written.

One day, as the community shared a meal in Mr. Nguyen’s apartment, the discussion turned to the upcoming festival of lights. Each resident recounted their cultural traditions, giving rise to a spirited exchange of stories and customs.

Amelia, the comedian, shared her family’s quirky Thanksgiving rituals, marked by humorous skits and unconventional recipes. Mrs Saikia reminisced about the vibrant Diwali celebrations of her youth in her home town, weaving tales of colourful rangoli and the warmth of family gatherings.

Jamil, amidst the diverse narratives, felt a twinge of nostalgia for the small Midwestern town he had left behind. As a newcomer to the city, he embraced the opportunity to learn about the cultural nuances that defined Happy Villa.

The festival of lights arrived, and Happy Villa transformed into a big canvas of traditions. Mrs Saikia adorned her balcony with flickering diyas, and also by all the residents while James improvised with strings of fairy lights, attempting to infuse a touch of his Midwestern charm. Mr Phukan, another resident, in his quiet way, contributed to the ambience with soulful melodies that echoed through the corridors.

Amid the festivities, a new mystery unfolded. An ancient artefact, seemingly out of place, appeared in the community area. Mrs Saikia recognized it as a cherished symbol from her Cuban roots, while Mr Nguyen identified it as a traditional Vietnamese talisman. The artefact, with its intricate carvings and mysterious energy, became a focal point of debate.

The diverse characters, united by their curiosity, embarked on a journey to uncover the origins of the artefact. Amelia, armed with her wit, suggested a collaborative performance that would incorporate elements from each resident’s cultural background. The festival of lights, initially a display of individual traditions, evolved into a community celebration that transcended borders.

As rehearsals for the multicultural performance unfolded, Happy Villa witnessed a beautiful collision of cultures. Jogesh, usually immersed in his technological world, found himself captivated by the rhythmic beats of traditional dances. Mr Phukan, the brooding singer, discovered inspiration in the harmonies of diverse melodies.

Amid this cultural exchange, Happy Villa also faced moments of misunderstanding and tension. Differences in communication styles and social norms surfaced, challenging the residents to navigate the delicate balance between embracing diversity and respecting individual boundaries.

Mrs. Saikia, with her innate wisdom, played the role of a cultural mediator, fostering open dialogue among the residents. She organized a “Cultural Exchange Fair” where each resident showcased aspects of their heritage—culinary delights, traditional attire, and personal anecdotes. The fair became a platform for mutual understanding, breaking down stereotypes and fostering a sense of unity.

Yet, the artefact remained a mystery. As the residents delved deeper into their cultural histories, they discovered surprising connections that spanned continents. The artefact, it seemed, held the key to unlocking a shared heritage that transcended the boundaries of nationality and ethnicity.

The multicultural performance, now infused with newfound cultural insights, became a powerful evidence of the strength of unity in diversity. Residents shared stories of migration, resilience, and the universal quest for belonging, creating a narrative that resonated with the collective heartbeat of Happy Villa.

Finally, during the culminating act of the performance, the artefact’s true significance was revealed. It represented a symbol of unity, a tangible reminder that despite their diverse backgrounds, the residents of Happy Villa were interconnected by a shared humanity.

As the festival of lights concluded, Happy Villa emerged not only as a home for individuals from different corners of the country but also as a community that celebrated and embraced the richness of cultural diversity. The artefact, once a mystery, now stood proudly in the community area—as a symbol of the bonds forged through shared experiences, understanding, and the collective journey of Happy Villa’s unique residents.

Soon all the units of the Happy Villa were occupied by the owners or tenants. The atmosphere changed to a big family of diverse populations from different parts of the country with cultural diversities and ethnicities.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

10/01/24

Mail ID : rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

Encounter with a vegetable vendor(Part -II)

Continued from Part -I

The Grocery shop boy put my items in the car and I went to my car when the lady called me and returned me a 10 rupee note. I asked, what was that? She told me she made a mistake in her calculations and took 10 rupees more from me. I was so surprised with her honesty, an added inner beauty of her honesty. I thanked her and left the place. 

Her allure was undeniable, a magnetic pull that left an indelible impression from the very first glance. With every step, she moved with a sultry grace that commanded attention. 

Reaching home I was just thinking about the life of these hard-working persons, toiling the whole day in this heat and earning a little, but the middlemen are taking the bulk of the profit in the eyes of the administration who may be getting their cuts seating comfortably in their air-conditioned rooms.

In the heart of the bustling city, where the sun beat down relentlessly, there existed a lively market square. Here, amidst the vibrant colours of fresh produce, the vegetable vendors toiled under the scorching heat, their lives woven with threads of struggle and despair.

Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight bathed the city, the vendors would set up their humble stalls. The aroma of ripe fruits and the vibrant hues of vegetables would fill the air, creating an illusion of abundance. Yet, the reality beneath the surface was one of hardship and meagre earnings.

Among the vendors, an elderly woman named Leela stood out. Her sun-worn face told the tale of years spent battling the elements. With her weathered hands, she arranged her vegetables meticulously, hoping to attract customers in the sea of competition. Next to her, a young man named Raj, barely in his twenties, struggled to make ends meet. Each sale he made added a few coins to his paltry earnings, but the scorching sun seemed to burn away any hope of prosperity.

As the vendors tirelessly plied their trade, middlemen like Vikram hovered in the background. His sleek demeanour and polished words belied his cunning nature. Vikram had established himself as the link between the producers and vendors here. He bought the produce from the village producers at a fraction of its worth, promising convenience and access to a broader customer base. He also arranged for the local vendor like the lady to occupy the footpaths illegally due to his connection with the authority.

The government official, Gupta who is in charge of this place hardly visible in these areas and impervious to the heat, is kept happy by Vikram. Instead of aiding the struggling vendors, Gupta exploited their vulnerability through people like Vikram. He regularly gets his cut and fresh vegetables from these hardworking street vendors through Vikram and turns a blind eye to these vendors’ plight and no action is taken to make necessary arrangements for the convenience of the vendors and the public. The ordinary vendors, like Leela( the beautiful lady) and Raj, found themselves caught in a web of corruption, where survival meant paying a toll to those in power.

One sweltering afternoon, as the vendors wiped sweat from their brows, Gupta approached Leela’s stall. His eyes gleamed with greed as he assessed her meagre offerings. Leela, aware of the routine, nervously handed him a small envelope containing what little money she could spare. Gupta smirked, tucking it away without a word, and continued his stroll through the market.

As Gupta strutted away, Vikram sidled up to Leela, a smirk mirroring that of the corrupt official. “Leela, my dear, I’ll take the rest of your stock at a generous price,” he declared, feigning benevolence. Leela, exhausted and disheartened, agreed, knowing that resisting would only lead to further trouble.

Unbeknownst to Leela, Raj observed the entire exchange from his neighbouring stall. Anger burned in his eyes as he realized the extent of the exploitation. Determined to expose the corruption that stifled their livelihoods, Raj decided to seek justice for himself and his fellow vendors.

That evening, Raj gathered a group of vendors who had suffered at the hands of Gupta and Vikram. United by a common struggle, they allied with the shared goal of breaking free from the chains of corruption.

Their first move was to document the injustices they faced. With the help of a sympathetic journalist, they exposed Gupta’s illicit demands and Vikram’s unscrupulous dealings in a local newspaper. The story sent ripples through the community, sparking public outrage and drawing attention to the plight of the vegetable vendors.

Fueled by the support they received, the vendors approached a principled lawyer named Kapoor. Kapoor, appalled by the depth of corruption, agreed to take their case pro bono. Together, they sought justice for the years of exploitation and extortion.

The battle against corruption became a rallying cry for the vendors, and the winds of change began to blow through the market. The community, once silenced by corruption, found strength in unity and resilience. The vendors, once oppressed, now stood as a symbol of resistance against exploitation.

The city’s market square, once a battleground of despair, began to transform. With Gupta and Vikram removed from the equation, the vendors gained the opportunity to thrive independently. The sunlight that had once seemed harsh and unforgiving now illuminated a path of hope and change.

As Leela and Raj tended to their stalls, they could feel the winds of transformation blowing through the market. The ordinary vegetable vendors, once squeezed by the forces of corruption, were now sowing the seeds of a better future—a future where their hard work and dedication would be rewarded, and where the scorching heat of injustice would no longer cast a shadow over their lives. For the first time, I saw a smile on the face of Leela as she came to drop my bag at my car. (END)

Rajat Chandra sarmah

06/01/2024

Mail ID: rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

Encounter with a vegetable vendor (part -1)

 


My wife and I returned home last night after a week-long visit from our ancestral residence. The weather was extremely hot and humid. Additionally, the power supply was missing for several hours and several times a day due to unscheduled load shedding. We took our dinner on the way as we were late reaching home and were very tired too. The next morning, the Sun God seems to have raised early with full power and with the extreme humidity, the morning itself was terrible and it shows the sign of how the day will be. Luckily our society had a backup power supply, and I could sleep comfortably last night after a disturbing sleep last week due to the heat and power supply. I was relaxing after breakfast and decided not to go out to avoid the scorching heat outside. But, my luck has something else for me. My wife came to me with a big list, as there was no vegetable in the house since we were out for a week and shortage of some grocery items. With a big sigh of annoyance, I dressed up and took out my car to go to the local market not far off.

The vegetable vendors were occupying the entire footpath and there was hardly any space to park the vehicle. Luckily I got some space as one vehicle just went away and I put my car there immediately. With the hot sun above in full power, I decided to purchase my vegetables from the vegetable vendor near my car and leave as soon as possible. 

The vendors put some plastic sheets above their heads to cover but that hardly helps them.

The air was very hot and difficult to be there for long. I took out the list and without seeing the vendor,read the list of materials to be put in my bag. Then I saw the vendor, she was a young lady of around thirty years.

  The beauty of the young lady was a symphony of authenticity, a captivating blend of inner grace and external allure that left an indelible impression on all who crossed her path.

Her beauty shone through in every facet of her being. She possessed an unwavering confidence that was not borne out of arrogance but rather a quiet self-assuredness. It was in the way she held her head high as she navigated the challenges of her daily life, a silent declaration of her determination.

Her eyes were windows to a soul brimming with kindness and empathy. They sparkled with a genuine curiosity about the world, as though each person she met held a unique story waiting to be discovered. When she listened, it was with undivided attention, making you feel heard and valued.

Her smile was hiding her pain and an expression of radiant joy, an expression of the happiness that dwelled within her heart even after all the odds. It was a smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms, casting aside shadows and bringing warmth to those in her presence. It bore no pretence, no hidden agenda, but I understood what she was going through which was hidden deep inside her. The difficulties she is facing to live; but externally,  it was a pure and unadulterated demonstration of her inner beauty.

Her hair, a cascade of dark silky black, framed her face with an effortless elegance. It swayed with the rhythm of her movements, a tangible reminder of her vitality and spirit. She wore it not as a fashion statement but as an extension of herself, a reflection of her natural beauty.

In her choice of attire, there was a sense of purpose and individuality. She dressed not to conform to societal expectations but to express her unique style and personality. Her clothing resonated with authenticity, a reflection of her values and beliefs.

There was an undeniable strength in her presence, born of the challenges she had faced and overcome. It was in the way she carried herself, with a graceful and powerful poise. She was an identity to the idea that true beauty lies not in perfection but in embracing one’s flaws and imperfections.

Her authenticity extended beyond her appearance; it was evident in her actions and words, in a world often marred by superficiality.

 The true beauty of this young lady was a rare and precious gem. It was a beauty that transcended physical attributes, a beauty that touched the soul and left a lasting imprint on the hearts of all who had the privilege of knowing her.

Her beauty was a mesmerising composition of features that left an indelible mark on anyone who gazed upon her. Her almond-shaped eyes, a deep shade of black, held a timeless allure, their depth hinting at untold stories. Long, lustrous chestnut locks cascaded down her back in gentle waves, framing her face like a work of art. Her tanned cheeks, with a porcelain-like smoothness, bore the delicate flush of a rose petal, a canvas untouched by blemishes. The curve of her lips, adorned in a natural shade of soft pink, held an enigmatic charm, inviting one to decipher the secrets they concealed. Her figure was a graceful dance of proportion, exuding an effortless elegance that commanded attention without the need for extravagance. In every detail, from the gentle slope of her nose to the arch of her brows, she embodied physical beauty that was both captivating and timeless.

Her skin, a smooth tan with her sweat looking like pearl, its flawless complexion inviting the caress of gentle fingertips. The curves of her lips, painted in a shade of rosy temptation, invited lingering kisses, each one an exploration of passion and longing. Her figure, a sultry silhouette of sensuality, exuded an intoxicating aura of desire, every curve and contour a testament to the artistry of desire.

In every nuance, from the delicate arch of her brows to her inviting curves, she embodied physical beauty that was a sensual marvel, a temptation too exquisite to resist. Each movement she made was a seductive dance, a symphony of sensuality that left admirers bewitched by her alluring presence. Her hair repeatedly came to her face and she repeatedly threw them back. the beads of sweat that come down her face like pearls, speak the tale of her journey for survival.

I came back to my senses from my thoughts, when she asked me if anything else was required. I said “no” and paid her. She carried the bag, put it in my car and went to attend to the next customer without any reactions and just like a machine. Leaving the car there, I went to the grocery shop and handed him the list. I asked for a bottle of water and came exactly under the fan. I was sweating like anything. How these vendors were there in the scorching heat with only a plastic sheet over their heads for the full day surprised me and I did not bargain considering the way, they are fighting for survival.

(To be continued)

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

03/01/2024

Mail ID : rajatchandrasarmah@gmail.com

 

Interpreting Friendship – corporate world ( part 4 Concluding part)

Upon joining my new project, I realized the urgency behind my posting there. The previous Head of Project (HoP) had faced issues with union leaders despite having helped them in the past. They turned against him due to their petty interests and forced his removal taking the advantage of a weak management. Some major critical works were going on that time and removing the head of the project was a very unfortunate decision. It was a disheartening display of ingratitude and selfishness by the Unions. I took over and successfully resolved the challenges we faced, leading to a celebration. However, the union leaders were unhappy with me for not inviting them to the party.

The region faced a serious law and order problem due to insurgency-related issues then, and we lost seven employees to insurgent attacks. Union leaders caused more problems during this time, but a retired colleague volunteered to help us in our effort to restore normalcy. His commitment and involvement were commendable, and I was grateful for his support. This experience also revealed the decipherable nature of some individuals who stepped forward to help in times of crisis, even when my supposed to be friends acted indifferently. The lessons learned from these experiences were invaluable.There was no dearth of genuine friendship because for their love of a common cause and the company which can be seen at the time of crisis.

After almost three years, the union’s influence led to my abrupt transfer. I left with a heavy heart, leaving behind a dedicated team. It was a stark reminder of how human behavior could be indecipherable when friend and  colleagues conspired internally and taking advantage of the management’s incompetency and inferiority complexes.

The people are normally a selfish brute and friendship is only for good times . Incompetent people are having inferiority complex leading to jealously and external showbiz of their  superiorty but by heart they are afraid of the performers and always have the fear if  any one is not giving importance to them .

On transfer , I joined a new project where one machine was under breakdown. The project authority has made and agreement with OEM to restore the machine in six months time . I was surprised and called a meeting of my power house engineers . I convince them that we can do it in less than two months without external support and during the period I stand by my team day and night and the machine restored on 43rd day . All project engineers were happy but I created a team of enemy by doing this at head quarter and those friends taking advantage of a incompetent management harassed me like anything but I got a new group of people whom I had taken care in this journey , my friends ready to obey all my request and helping me to run the project . During this period I completed a bridge over the reservoir which was pending for 11 years. Because of the faith and respect of my team. Friendship is a matter of give and take . If you care your team and work hand in hand they always reciprocate with a helping hand . Few exceptions are always there.

Soon I was transferred to head quarter , Shillong and was given responsibility of heading several crucial departments as head . Due to the authority , I had during that time , all show me respect but I know , most of them are doing so because of the authority I had . Respect can not come due to the authority one have , this is fake . I believed that after my retirement if 5-10% of these people show me the respect , then I was successful in my job otherwise not . Those 5-10% people are genuine people who will fight with their leader when he /she was supposed to be wrong helping the leader to correct his decision. Work whole heartedly without any sweet talks and celebrate with the team on success . Success is always of a team effort and no individual can claimas his own . Only difference that counts is the leadership, whether it is decisive , compassionate and able to guide and take the team together . He is not working directly but got the work done taking the team together to achieve the objective.Soon Nina joined in my Department under me.

The corporation had introduced a system where each department presented their work, progress, and future plans to foster inter-departmental cooperation and provide insight into the corporation’s activities. I had given a critical presentation showcasing my departments works and strategies. It was well-received, and my colleague praised it as the best among several presentations from various departments already given.

After the presentation, Nina , my colleague, who had been a close friend for over 30 years, joined me to return home .We had a routine of commuting together in coming to and going back after work, and we shared a strong friendship which was for more than 30 years now.

She said the presentation was excellent, smooth, and simple, and communicated the message quite well. 

She continued, it was the best out of the four-five presentation already done in earlier months by other departments.      I came back from Delhi two days back, attending a crucial meeting. Considering the importance of this presentation, I took personal care so that the presentation should be good and carry meaningful communication with other departments and employees in simple language. It was already late as the employees and the senior management officials asked many questions. Most of the officers and Employees needed more exposure to the IT sector, I feel and try to explain in the simplest language for clarity our strategy to expand the IT facilities, the department I was Heading and the subject of that day’s presentation. She, as usual, comes to my office car, as soon as the presentation was over and together we move to her house, drop her,and come to my house. As she is not entitled to an official car then, and we have been good friends for more than thirty years, I used to pick up and drop her from her home to the office and back; sometimes I was late, or sometimes she was, but we go together after the office.

My son came on vacation. We were gossiping after our dinner and I just went to bed.But after some time, I felt very uncomfortable. My son insisted on taking me to the hospital, but I thought better. I will go in the morning.

I could not wait, and my son called my driver, who was staying nearby and at nearly 3 am, we were in a hospital. The doctor in the emergency checked up and did some tests, and told me that I had a severe heart attack ,they put me in the ICU. Until then, I was externally alright except for that uncomfortableness. Without any delay, the doctors  placed me on the ventilator, and gradually I understood I was seriously ill this time. I do not remember going to a hospital for any treatment except for the annual health check, which was mandatory. The last test was done a few months back at a renowned hospital in Delhi, and there was no heart-related issues reported. I was in Ladakh at 17000 ft for nearly 20 days for some official work three months back without any trouble. But this time, I felt I was not well, and I told my son my feeling. My wife had also reached the hospital, and my other kids were informed. And they took the earliest flight available. Through my colleagues, I sent a message to our CEO to hand over my charge to Nina, who had been under me for a substantial time in my department and knew the job. Accordingly, temporary charge order was issued. All my colleagues including my CEO, visited the Hospital and met my family, as not allowed inside the ICU. Nina also came once during my 14-day stay at the hospital in Shillong.

After my release from the hospital, I stayed two days in my house and all my well-wishers visited me but Nina whom I considered one of my best friends did not visit us or call. In the meantime, I, again, felt breathless, and I was shifted to Delhi by my family. Where I underwent a major heart surgery. And after release, I took a house for two months on rent for the post-operative checkups and all my family was with me. During the entire period, Nina calls my wife once as I cannot use the mobile.

After I was declared fit though very weak, and lost quite a few kg of my weight, and as per doctors’ advice, my CEO allowed me to join- at Guwahati office and take care of my department from Guwahati instead of going to Shillong which was very cold at December and at a high altitude. And Nina was relieved from her additional duty to supervise my office and posted to a project as head. After joining, I talked to her once but have not gotten a warm response. Later also, several times, when I called her, she, on the pretext of some meeting or some urgency, told me that she would call me back, but that never happened. During that time, her project was supposed to go on Live of digitalisation which I was heading, and there was a critical problem there. She called me at night, and I helped her to sort out the problem during that night, she was constantly in touch with me till late night and till the problem was resolved.She did not even give me a coursey call, which I was expecting as one of my best friends for the help I was providing even with my illness at midnight. Several times later, my call was not properly responded to, I did not know why she behaved that way. Nearly a year passed, and we did not even have a telephone conversation. Soon, the date of my retirement came, and all senior officers from HQ and the project called me to visit them before the farewell and also wished me best on the day I left the corporation on retirement. However, Nina did not even give me a courtesy call on my last date. I felt extremely bad, as we had been close friends for the last 36 years, and almost every day, we talked or met each other in last few years particularly when she was posted in my office. Practically we were a family sharing everything with her and sharing suggestions from time to time .Visit places on holidays together with my wife or take food in some restaurant together . Since she was staying alone , I always provide my driver to her to help her if anything is needed .But even after a year of my retirement, I did not get the call I was waiting for. The reasons of the silence best known to her only. She was the last official person I met before my incident when I went to drop her at her residence after the presentation. Till then, we had no issues, small or big at least as I know from my side.

 This was shocking for me and I could not decipher in which category , I can place this episode .Other incidents atleast I could got a reason for explaining peoples behaviour but in these case , it is a story of total Indeciferability of a friend’s behaviour who was my closest of allys for last 36 years .

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INTERPRETING FRIENDSHIP Corporate world-(Part-III)

everything happened according to God’s will and accepted the betrayals. I realized the unpredictability of friendship and never sought special favors during my 36-year career.Result – not a single foreign training assignment in my entire service live.

Soon, I was transferred to Guwahati, and after joining, I was dispatched to a project facing significant commissioning challenges. My colleagues and I spent months addressing these issues and working day and night with the project team to achieve success. Upon returning after successful completion of the job, I was quickly sent to another project to resolve another major problem there. My new boss was a competent and decisive individual, and I couldn’t discern why he favored me. He frequently sought my opinion, and when he couldn’t visit certain work sites, he would send me in his place. My role shifted from a period of personal non grata to a 24/7 commitment, including extensive travel on often difficult roads. My boss’s preferences led to some internal resentment to some of my closed friends, which I brought to the knowledge of my boss but he paid little heed to this , simply laughed away . I  proceeded as per his instructions. I felt it is difficult to built a person competent and takes lot of time but very easy to spoil him by a simple act. My belief deepened that performance that only counts in long run and gains received by other means are very temporary.

Promotion interviews took place soon, and while awaiting results, I received a call from the Personal Secretary to our new CEO, who connected me to the CEO. Our new CEO who seems to be a terror to all the senior officers.I was scared to get his call for the first time as I never had any interaction with him earlier . He asked if I could go to a project far from Guwahati that day itself, and I agreed, knowing he disliked hearing “no.” However, I suggested leaving the next morning if the matter is not such urgent  , but he wanted me there by noon the next day. To my surprise, he informed me  that I was being transferred with a promotion as Engineer in charge of the electro-mechanical works of a major project the company was undertaking. Upon reaching the project office the next day, I was astonished to find that Nina’s name was not on the promotion list, and she had been transferred from Delhi, where she had served for nearly 15 years.

I joined at my new place of posting, My task was to establish my new office since the project was in very initial stage, and I had to take charge from the head of the project who temporarily managed responsibilities of all Engineer In Charges as posting of the new officers is in process then. The engineers and staff were not located at the project site yet, the accommodations weren’t ready, and the road to the site was under construction. We had to work from our office at a small township called Bhalukpong where getting a  rental house is a big issue. Fortunately, two of my friends offered me a space in their rented house, making me the third member of their mess.An understanding friend at the time of difficulties are rare but exists.

The road from Bhalukpong to Khuppi (a small hamlet) was motorable, but from Khuppi to Kimi , where the powerhouse site was decided, the road formation cutting was going on, making it a challenging 30-kilometer journey. We established a camp at the 14-kilometer point and would walk nearly 16 kilometers to reach the site, where we focused on investigative work. It was a tough time, with frequent landslides, poor road conditions, and the constant threat of falling boulders.

Life was very tough , we all were staying in bachelor hostels temporarily made till the quarters are ready. We all work the whole day , but we were a very closely knit team taking food together , spending life in total isolation from the world and families. All are helping each other at the time of ones problem .The problem faced by all were similar and there was no probability of a transfer soon. It has given me the reason to belief that when all are having similar threat perceptions, the friendship grows , survives and can be easily interpretable.The friendship which was based on  to face similar problems together, normally survives longer and dependable .However, the same group of people will behave quite differently under different conditions.

Gradually, the road stabilized, and we started moving to our temporary accommodations and hostels, but we were totally cut off from the outside world. It took nearly two years to convince a service provider to establish temporary voice communication. Within three years, we managed to establish grid power supply, cable TV, and temporary voice communication, overcoming the challenging terrain.

I soon got a promotion to General Manager and was appointed as the Head of the Kopili Hydro Electric Project. I was instructed to shift immediately, but my colleagues there insisted on a formal farewell. The emotional farewell showed the strong bond I had with my team. They were dependable and trustworthy, and I was grateful for their support. Friendship sometimes coming from persons where you expect the least.This is pure from the heart and without any gratifications.

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INTERPRETING FRIENDSHIP-Corporate world ( PART-II)

In due course, Nina found her life partner and tied the knot. Her husband worked in Delhi, and she was fortunate to secure a transfer to the same city. Their union was the culmination of a love story that had its roots in their college days, although she had kept this a secret and we got a shock when, one fine morning she disclosed about her impending marriage. Once she settled in Delhi, our official phones facilitated occasional contact. Due to my frequent visits to Delhi for project-related matters, we typically met almost every  month, aligning with my schedule in the city.

We had a favorite South Indian restaurant where we often enjoyed lunch. Nina, however, had a peculiar penchant for saree shopping, a task her husband found less than appealing. Despite my reluctance, she would drag me along, and I would inevitably find myself an unwitting participant. About a year later, it was my turn to embark on the journey of marriage. I was transferred to an interior project where telecommunication facilities were not available.

My life gradually became very hectic as the project work progressed with a tough timeline , and our interactions became infrequent. Her son, who was around 3 to 4 years old at the time and started going to school,when I left HQ Shillong for the project, . Despite the physical distance, the essence of our enduring friendship remained intact, patiently waiting for the next opportunity to rekindle the connection that had withstood the test of time and circumstances.

The days continued to pass, and my involvement in the project deepened as the completion deadline drew near. Leaving the project was becoming increasingly challenging, and even going home became a rare occurrence, I could visit my house, only after several months. My contact with Nina had dwindled to nearly nothing for almost a year, until the project was commissioned, and I finally managed to visit my family in Golaghat the nearby township from my project. During this period, we managed to get a telephone connection at my home in Golaghat. I used this new connection to call Nina a few times. The power station where I was stationed also acquired a telephone line, but it was prone to frequent outages. Nonetheless, we cherished the occasional moments when we could talk.

Soon, I was transferred back to Shillong, and after some difficulty, I got a small house on rent. However, my family remained in Golaghat. At this point, my office boss attempted to assign me work, but my colleagues who were my friends consistently thwarted his efforts, perhaps acting out of their special brand of friendship, that prevented my boss from redistributing the responsibilities. During this period, I felt like a persona non-grata. My boss was  genuinely a kind and soft-spoken person but was not a leader who preferred maintaining the status quo rather than making decisions that might displease anyone. He often encouraged me to stay at home, with my  family telling me that I had worked tirelessly on the most difficult project for several years and need some good time. The actual reason for my marginalization was clear to me. Some close friends and officers of my rank in the office were hesitant to share their responsibilities, as it might lead to their transfers from Shillong to remote locations. My boss, not inclined to wield his authority, chose not to displease them. This arrangement made me happy as it had allowed me to spend more time with my family without officially taking leave. My boss seemed relieved when I didn’t visit his chamber, given him relieve from the unease when I happens to visit his chamber.So my absence from station is a win win situation for me and him both and also given me a opportunity to understand more of the behaviour of friends . When someones interest is at stake , friendship is coming much below than the self interest, this is clearly deciferable . So long, ones interest is not affected , we are good friends.

This experience reinforced the lesson that power and friendship often don’t coexist harmoniously. The external demeanor people project themselves can be quite different from their internal motivations and compulsions. What someone holds in their mind may sharply in contrast with their external dealings with a lovely smile. When we initially joined the corporation, we were proud of the camaraderie and cooperation among our batch, but over time, as we climbed the corporate ladder, we observed a transformation. Friendship became an decipherable code,self is always first and the complexities of human behavior are revealing gradually with time. This was my another lesson on learning friendship which I did not realised earlier and experience taught me a tough lesson. 

During my time in Shillong after I joined there,for the first time, I stayed for a long period span of nearly eight years, I was retained against my wishes, despite my repeated requests for a change. This period of stay, taught me invaluable lessons. Sitting at the headquarters did little to boost my confidence in making independent decisions as required to be done by project officers. My work kept me so occupied that I had little time for anything else without any supporting hand being provided after a lot of requests and reporting directly to the Chief.

During this period, six lists for foreign training opportunities were released for officials at my level. With substantial daily allowances in Dollars. I was informed that my name appeared on the first list, but to my disappointment, the sixth list was also published, and my name was absent from all of them. Later, I discovered that some of my friends had played an important role in this which can be very easily understandable as when own interest comes , who is a friend ? Eventually,one day, my Director called me to his office, expressed regret, and mentioned a mistake in the lists. He assured me that I would be sent for foreign training against another project which is due in the coming months. However, six more lists were released for that project too, and my name did not appear on any of them. I felt hurt, but I chose not to confront anyone or seek recourse through official channels. Instead, I silently believed that everything occurred according to divine will. This allowed me to find solace, even though a lingering sense of betrayal remained.Here also someone closed to me played his role.Flattering is liked by all specifically those who are incompetent or have a vested interest or indebted to someone for something or other . Expecting justice from such people are meaningless.

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Interpreting Friendship- CORPORATE WORLD (part One)

With a mix of fear and anticipation, I entered the office. My eyes quickly scanned the nameplates on each room until I found the door to the office chamber of the Chief Engineer, the head of the department. His personal secretary, a lovely Khasi lady with a warm smile, greeted me. She appeared to be around 40, dressed in traditional Khasi attire and spoke fluent English. With a friendly tone, she inquired about my identity. Her smile was infectious and talked attractively.

I explained that I had been posted to the office and had come to join. She ushered me into her room and offered me a chair before returning to her typewriter. Soon, her intercom rang, and she hurried to the Chief Engineer’s chamber. After a while, she returned with a smile and gestured for me to enter his office.

“Good morning, sir,” I greeted, feeling a touch of apprehension as I opened the door.

He seemed to be in his mid-50s, with a substantial build, a figure of wisdom and warmth greeted me with a smile, as I noticed the enchanting setting of his chamber. He invited me to sit and warmly welcomed me. He pressed the intercom, summoning a young man in his thirties, who was both tall and handsome. The Chief Engineer ordered tea for both of us. As we sipped our tea, he inquired about my background, including my education and family. He offered his assistance in finding a rented house in Shillong as the company has no official quarters available at the Head Quarter and is only available at project sites, briefed me about the weather in Shillong, and addressed various topics other than the work. He appeared to be a kind and fatherly figure. Later I came to know he is also a taskmaster and strict in maintaining discipline.

He called in his personal secretary, Mrs Kharkhonger, as I know from the nameplate in her room and instructed her to introduce me to the administrative officer, Mr Roy, who sits on the second floor. The Chief Engineer extended his best wishes as I left his office, and I expressed my gratitude before departing.

Mrs. Kharkhonger accompanied me to Mr. Roy’s office, she introduced me to Mr Roy and left. Once the joining formalities were completed, Mr. Roy, a pleasant personality in his late fifties, guided me on the next steps. He also mentioned that another colleague from our appointment list had recently joined. Mr. Roy organized a meal for me through Sharma, the young man who had served tea in the Chief Engineer’s chamber. This was December, and Shillong was experiencing chilly weather. All the rooms were equipped with charcoal stoves as the primary source of warmth. Electric heaters were not commonly used, as far as I could see. After attending to my joining procedures and enjoying a satisfying lunch, I gathered as much information as I could, from Mr. Roy. He also assured me that warm clothing would be provided in the guest house where my accommodation was arranged temporarily. I left his office with a pleasant experience. Mr Roy’s friendly assistance made me feel comfortable

After completing my tasks, I visited the colleague who joined a few days ago to gain insights into the office and our responsibilities. My specific duties were already outlined in my appointment letter. Our colleague’s room was a spacious hall where she sat with another officer. She was of medium height, tanned-skinned, wearing a churidar suit, a long overcoat, a muffler, and a woollen cap. Only her eyes, mouth and nose were visible. It was a frigid month, and charcoal stoves provided the necessary warmth. We were formally introduced and quickly became friends due to our similar wavelengths.

Both of them were from Shillong and promised to assist me in finding a rented house. They explained the office’s organisation and emphasized the importance of discipline, but also noted that the senior officers were cooperative and helpful. The girl, Nina, introduced me to some of the senior officers in the office. I was impressed by the homely and supportive atmosphere, although I didn’t spend much time with them, as everyone appeared quite busy.

During our initial meeting, the Chief Engineer informed me that he wouldn’t assign me any work for the first week so that I could settle in comfortably. The workload was substantial, and everyone was deeply engrossed in their tasks. I expressed my gratitude to Nina for introducing me to the senior officers. 

The nights were exceptionally cold, and the blankets provided at the guest house were insufficient, forcing me to light the charcoal stove in the middle of the night. I shivered through the night, and the mornings were equally freezing. I shared my ordeal with Nina the following morning, and she expressed genuine concern. Since Saturday and Sunday were our weekly off days, and it was a Friday evening, I decided to travel to Guwahati to arrange warm clothes and additional blankets. On Sunday, I returned to Shillong well-prepared for the cold. From Monday onward, my primary task was finding a rented house.

During those days, two more officers from our list joined, and we worked collectively to find a suitable accommodation. We often returned to the office, sat in front of Nina’s desk, and had lunch from Sharma. We would then head out to inspect properties recommended by various sources. Nina also generously shared special homemade dishes packed by her mother. Soon, we secured a house near the office, and though it wasn’t in perfect condition, it was habitable. The three of us decided to share the house and began preparing our own meals. The first few days were challenging, but we quickly honed our cooking skills. Although Nina offered advice on cooking, we were sceptical of her culinary expertise, as her mother typically prepared her meals. We occasionally cheekily sampled her tiffin when she wasn’t around and filled her tiffin box with items from the sharma’s basket. 

As I became more deeply involved in office responsibilities and travelled extensively for work, I was given a separate room on the first floor. Nina normally came to my room to exchange morning greetings or have a cup of tea sometimes. I also visited her during lunchtime to enjoy her mother’s delicious preparations. Additionally, Sharma became our go-to for lunch and tea, carrying a bamboo basket filled with snacks. In Shillong, people consumed copious amounts of tea, and I, too, developed a penchant for black tea, perhaps due to the cold weather.

The four of us soon formed an inseparable bond, caring for each other like family. One of our friends, Paresh, had a girlfriend in Shillong who was undergoing her Post Graduate Research. The five of us would often embark on day trips, either on Saturdays or Sundays, carrying our food from the guest house or Sharma, ordering in advance. We sang, danced, gossiped, cracked jokes, and playfully targeted each other for amusement. Nina and Momi, Paresh’s girlfriend, were talented singers, adding to our enjoyment. We would return home exhausted but delighted. We used to drop Nina at her house, where her father, deeply concerned for his only daughter, treated her with great care like a kid, sometimes leading to her annoyance. 

 One evening, during a senior officer’s marriage celebration, the event ran late, and Nina grew worried. She informed me that she could not utilise my car because the driver was heavily intoxicated. I was also drunk then,  I had no alternative but offered to drive her home to ensure her safety. When we arrived, we saw her father waiting outside their house, the last house on the end of the bye lane at an elevation at that late hour in the cold. I dropped her off on the road instead of going to her home, avoiding interaction with her father, given my own intoxicated condition.

The following day, we were eager to hear what transpired with her father the previous night. To our relief, it was nothing more than a fatherly exchange of advice.

Days unfolded, strengthening the bond of our friendship. Her parents were well-acquainted with our close-knit group of five, Occasionally, we would receive invitations for meals or special treats her mother prepared. As time passed, all but Nina and I found their life partners, and our weekly gatherings became less frequent. Nevertheless, Nina and I would occasionally venture to the market for shopping. lunch or just roaming around the city although my project workload kept me busy even on holidays.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah

( My earlier story Indeciferable Friendship is rewritten as advised by some of my friends)

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