Monday, April 22, 2013

Would strict laws stop rapes?

It is very disturbing every day to open the newspaper and read the story of rapes… We get a disgusting feeling when we hear that father raped his daughter, group of youth molested a girl in the wee hours of a day… Security employee raped lady employee in the latenight…. Cab driver molested lady passenger working in a BPO…. Police molested a lady in police station itself…. I never found a day when I did not see such news in a newspaper…. These incident happens all over the india but they are getting highlighted in Delhi most of the time(In Delhi the intensity is more than other places….)…Uhhhhhh its disgusting……. What makes them to be a cynic person….
Once upon a time we used to say to whole world that we are most well cultured country in the world…. We were proud of what we were… Are we proud of what we are now? Now we are hiding ourself behind the culture to hide the misdeed done by few creatures in our society…. Is rape a new concept in Indian society? Was concept of rape not there in ancient days?
I don't think human nature changes all that much suddenly… I dare to say that soldiers raped the women of conquered nations in ancient times just as they have always done in the pre or post Mughal era.. Apart from war crime in normal life also lot of rape cases were there… But maybe they have not been documented…..
It is not true that men were always allowed to get away with raping women in peacetime. Most societies have had laws against rape and men could be punished for raping women within their own society. But in times of war laws are set aside and raping the women of the enemy would not be viewed in the same way as raping a woman of your own people.
Indian society has a rich history of being a male dominated society. Women had less rights than now.. It was not allowed to get the education for woman… They didn't even count as real humans.. I guess for that reason a lot of the mass rapes were covered up. Due to globalization things are changing.. Indian society is being westernized now a days… Woman are getting educated. They are understanding their rights… Which is a good sign for developing India.
Now question comes why world is crying over rapes in India. Is it the common practice only in India? Is woman respected all over the world except India? Is whole world so innocent and Indians are so crap and they don’t know the ways to protect woman in society? The answer for all those question is big NO. Being an Indian I am not saying whatever is happening or whatever has happened was correct. I thoroughly condemn for the heinous act carried by some coward people. If we see list of Per capita rape in whole world then rank of India is considerably low. It is just a international media biasing who are sensitizing the issue(Media has to sensitize the issue but it should not be biased).
On Thursday 14th March, in one of the village in New York, a man murdered a woman whom he had carjacked at a mall. He raped her 10-year-old daughter. It was just the day before the when Swiss tourist was gang raped infront of her husband in Madhya Pradesh(I truly apologize to entire Swiss nation for the pathetic crime committed by fellow Indians… I am ashamed of calling them as fellow Indians or infact human being also). The latter has become an international issues whereas the former has been largely undiscussed. Why is it so?
South Africa has some of the highest incidences of child and baby rape in the world. A belief common to South Africa holds that sexual intercourse with a virgin will cure a man of AIDS, this concept is quite widespread in most of the African countries. Sweden has the highest rate of rape in all over the world(It was quite surprising to me, because that country is called as a so called well civilized one….). In United Kingdom it has been reported about 230 cases every day. Research has found that about 80,000 American children are sexually abused each year. May be the definition of rape is different in different country. For example in Holland sometime back court had ruled out that forcible French kiss also could be considered as a rape. If above fact shows so many crimes in developed country as well. Then why only India is worst country?
Sometime back I was discussing with one of my German friend about India. She defined India in following way:
"India means: Malaria, Hydrophobia, Diarrhea, Cholera, Hepatitis, Tuberkolosis, Aids, Dengue fever disease, Chikungunya, Japanese encephalitis, Influenza, Corruption, Poverty, Castism, regionalism but just in the unusual case a normal human being survives this it will be raped and killed by indians from the slum… What a well cultured country??
Being an Indian I did was not able to convince her that she was wrong. Whatever she said was absolutely correct. That is the perception of India what world has made. It is very difficult to change…. Because world has read the news like:
Nirbhaya has been gangraped in moving bus… Somebody tried to rape British tourist in Agra and she jumped from hotel window to save herself. As already I have mentioned about Swiss tourist incident. Many rape cases in Goa on foreign tourist. Indian actor Shihini Ahuja raped his maid…… 5 years old girl was raped in Madhy Pradesh…. 3 young sisters raped and murdered…. Uhhhhh list will go on…
That is worst part of India. But let’s not divert our attention from the issue. Where is our culture? I tried to study the fact in society….
If you see most of the rapes are done by less educated people(But there are few incidents where well educated people also are involved). Due to poverty lot of people are migrating from small towns, cities to bigger cities like Delhi, Mumbai, Bangalore etc. In smaller cities people are so orthodx and due to which males are forced to  kind of respect to other womans. Because all the time society will be watching them.....
 
When these guys comes to bigger cities where culture is quite open.These people stay away from their family, wife etc. Normal Rikshapuller, hawkers etc people visit once in a 6-8 months to thier family. Being male dominated society people sometime think woman as a utility.... Due to westernized culture in bigger cities these guys go crazy sometime.. Because they will se so many things which they have not seen in their town.. like guy and girls hanging around, Woman wearing less clothes etc etc.... In addition to that illegal Prostitution adds the fuel to that... So just they go for fullfilling their desires somehow... While travelling in Auto I have seen many times the Auto driver teasing girls unnecessorily, unfortunately I did not have courage to stop them....
 
It is sad to hear well educated people also gets involved in those things. I could say these guys are literally insaneand just educated not well cultured....
 
Few people raised the point saying that in bigger cities girls are wearing less clothes on their bodies, which drives male crazy. I say who are you to tell woman what to wear and what not to wear. Instead of instructing woman what to do, why these people behave themselves.....
 
Indian government passed a bill which says that if rape is proven then rapist will get death penalty. But I am sure this will not reduce no of rapes.. No of rapes will be reduced only if people changes their mindset and start respecting. It is never going to happen in the world that country will be rapefree. But with change in the mindset I am sure no of rapes will be reduced...
 
Things are changing in India and Being Indian I am confident people will change their mindset and things will change....

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Does Affection Need a Language?



My German colleagues had a holiday from 20th December for Christmas and New year celebrations. My whole office was closed between those days. Due to security reason it was not allowed to work alone in office. So I was forced to take holidays. But my Indian colleagues did not have the Christmas holidays. So it had been decided by my manager that I would work from home. So virtually I was working for office.

For New Year celebration my friends in Göttingen had decided to go to Hamburg on 31st December. They called me to come with them. But we had an important delivery in our project on the same day. So I had to work day and night from last few days and I was damn tired due to irregular sleeping hours. In that situation it was difficult for me to travel to Hamburg. I decided to stay back in Göttingen. I wanted to be part of that fun, but my work was not allowing me. Finally we finished our work and delivered successfully.

Previous day one of my German friend Elina had called me to invite to new year celebration in her home. She was basically from Kazakhstan, but now staying Germany from last 10 years. As till 1994 Kazakhstan was a part of Soviet Union, so I can say she is Russian also. She had told me the new year celebration will start at 7PM. 

I was going to somebody’s home so it was not a good idea to go without gift. But like Christmas eve, even on New year’s eve also all the public transport, all the shops, markets will be closed. By the time I had finished my work it was 5PM. All the market was closed. None of the gift shops were open so that I could get a decent gift for her family. But somehow I had decided not to go with empty hands. I went to petrol bunk and from the kiosk I brought one French wine bottle, few chocolates and  Ice-cream.  But somehow I was not satisfied with a gift what I was giving. I came to my home and prepared some Indian pakoda’s. So all this took about two hours. Around 8PM I went to Elina’s home.

They were waiting for me. Party was in Elina’s Grandparents home. As Elina’s parents were out for work. So in the home Elina, Her grandparents, two of her cousins (Leon and Eliza) were there. Once we entered I had taken my shoes unlike other German family’s where you don’t need to take out your shoes.. It was beautiful home and beauty had been added to it by decorating with true aesthetic view.  It was a home which everybody aspires after hectic office work. This was home where anybody would forget their office stress. Little bit Russian touch was there to home. 

By the time I reached to their home dinner was ready. After 10-15minutes talk straightaway we went to dinner table. When I saw a dinner table, it left me with awe expressions.it was so much decorated that I was filling that I will have royal dinner at some five star hotel.  The food was cooked in Russian way. Atleast 9-10 variety of dishes were there. Whole table was looking awesome. When I saw variety of food, my hunger had increased exponentially. Entire food was cooked by Elina’s grandmother. She served the food, I felt that my own grandmother is serving the food…  It was completely different and tastiest food for me…Elina’s grandfather was also insisting for food and drinks.  While having dinner Elinas’s grandfather sang a song, which left me with astonishing expressions:

“ichak dana bichak dana dane upar dana, ichak dana
chhajje upar ladaki nache ladaka hai divana, ichak dana”

Elina’s grandfather was a big fan of Indian veteran actor Raajkapur.. He told he is big fan of Madhubala as well. In his younger days he saw many Indian movies, especially Rajkapur’s.
During dinner we chatted their life when they were in Kazakhstan. His brother was in Soviat Union army and fought against US army in Germany during cold war period. He told me about the problems which they had faced in Kazakhstan. We discussed about the culture what they have there.

After dinner, according to their tradition it was a Tea or coffee time. So they prepared a tea with Sulemani style. In that, they boil the water with tea powder. I saw the metallic kettle in which they were preparing tea, it reminded me old Persian movies…..They don’t put sugar or milk in tea. Once that tea is filtered, you need to have that tea while eating some sweet. I had never tried that way. But it was nice. We were having a tea in living room. Some Russian music was going on TV at the background. Russian family, Russian music, Ruassia way of drinking tea.  

It was already 10.30PM. I thought to leave, But they insisted to stay there for some more time as fun is yet to begin. Then they told for every Sylvester all their family members come together. Have a dinner and drink together. But this time everybody is busy so they could not make it. With tradition on Sylvester  they play a Russian game called “Loto” on money for fun.  They told the rules to me. It was pretty easy and funny. In first 2-3 round I lost 40-60 cents.. Having a Sulemani Tea, playing Loto was a fun.

We played Loto till 11.55PM. Then we saw from the window that fireworks have begin already….at midnight we wished everybody and we went down in for fireworks. Elina’s grandfather already brought the crackers. It was fun to lit the crackers. I was feeling that as if I am celebrating indian festival Diwali. In 2012 I was not with my family for Diwali celebration, So I missed all the litting crackers(with my nephew’s and niece) backhome in India. I was enjoying this. Firework was so amazing that, it was one of the best fireworks ever I have seen. 
After watching 30-40minutes breathtaking fireworks, we went again in the home and started playing the Loto. We played the Loto till 3AM in the morning. 

At 3 I decided to go to my home. I was about to leave the home, and Elina’s father just came from work. I wished him also, It was sweet surprise for me. I thanked everybody and left the home. Besides it was a fun spectacle, the light of pyrotechnic displays also provided a surrogate sun during the dark Silvester night.

The important thing was in that home only Elina knew English. All her family members were speaking in Russian. I did not know even single word in Russian language. Elina was an interpreter between me and her family. She used to translate what I wanted to say to his family and vice versa. Neither I knew Russian nor did they know English. But everybody in the world understands the language of love. So I could make out what Elina’s family wants to convey me. There is no hospitality like understanding. 

Being away from home from 5 months, I was feeling I am in my home only. As Elina’s grandparents love resembled to my grandparents at backhome. For me the spirits of all sorts charged through the night

I would say it was a best evening I had in Germany. Homely food, grandparents love, younger kids and company of Elina. Though I had spent only 6-7 hours with them, but footprints marked in my heart for forever and the bond for lifetime. If you want to share a love in life I would say you don’t need a language. affection itself has its own language.Guten Rutsch!

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Christmas Dinner......

Being an Indian Hindu, I had only theoretical knowledge of Christmas.   25th December was important day for me only because I used to have Holiday at office. Frankly, I had never celebrated Christmas. But once or a twice I visit church in year. I like the peace in the church.Before coming to Germany my friend had told not to forget to have a fun during Christmas. I thought it’s just a joke.  

As December month started I started realizing that my friend was correct. It is not a celebration of a day infact it is celebrated throughout the December month. Best example would be Christmas Market in the centers of all the cities in Germany. It was nice to hang around in the Christmas market, in the evening and to have a hot gluewine in the cold with friends. It was nice to wear the red cap like Santa clause which has a fairy tale with bell. This was even before actual Christmas celebration was not geared up.

Till 20th December my German colleagues started going on Christmas vacation. While going they told the same thing that don’t forget to have a fun during Christmas time and especially not to miss the Christmas Dinner. On 20th December boss of my Boss, Harald had invited me for dinner in his home.  First of all I could not believe that the person of his stature is inviting me to his home for Christmas dinner(this was a second time I was visiting to his home). It made me very happy.

Generally for religious reason Christmas Eve is important (as Jesus Christ was born in the midnight, so they celebrate the Christmas eve also for the same reason). Christmas Eve is the occasion for family reunion in Germany. Family member who are working across the city or country just fly back to home to catch the closed ones. And it doesn’t matter how busy somebody is, but sure they will try to make it to home for Dinner.

My office was closed from 22nd Dec to 2nd Jan, but I had to work from home.  I was waiting for the 24th Dec to enjoy the something different “evening “ in Germany. I was told that Dinner will start at 6PM. So I have to be in Harald’s home at 6PM. But on the Christmas eve starting at 4.30PM all the public transport facilities were closed. His home was around 20KM from the place where I was staying.  I thought to take a taxi. But around 3.30PM I got a message from Harald saying that he would pick me at 5.30PM. It shows that if Germans invite somebody then the way they takes care.

I got ready at 5.25PM and I came down. I thought Harald would be late by 5-10minutes. But he was at my place at 5.28PM only. That was one of the examples of punctuality in Germans. I got in to the car. His wife along with his mother were there. I was feeling little bit uncomfortable. Because, I am going to a family which belongs to not only different country but has different culture, language, open minded people. Only one thing was common between us, that was we were human being. While going we talked about the hobbies and coincidently Katrina, the wife of Harald also had the same hobby and she had already read the book “Kite Runner” which I was reading at that time.

We reached to His brother Volker’s home in 20 minutes.  Dim light in the room….As we entered in the home I saw around 13-14 people are already waiting for us. All were his family members.  His brother’s family, His family, his sister’s kids(Who is working in Laos). Harald introduced myself to his entire family. Slowly goose bump were started for me and kept on guessing what is going to happen next. Once I got familiar, even I started communicating with his family member as most of them could understand the English. Within a short time they made me so much familiar, that there was no barrier in the communication.

There was a Christmas tree in home, decorated with different stuff. It had candles kept on each branch. Some wrapped gifts were there below tree. Volker’s wife Ute had started to lit the candles. The whole room was glowed up in the candle light. It was a beautiful view something like yellow colored flamed fruits have been attached to a green tree. 

I saw a small bucket of water near Christmas tree and Ute told me, that bucket is for safety. Incase if there is any fire causality then that water will be used. I am sure with that candle light(heat) , chances of fire are even less than 0.5%. But still that also has been taken care by keeping bucket of water. This shows how Germans are cautious of solving the problems. No wonder why they have one of the best in Engineering products in the world, due to ready solution for the problem whose chances  of occurrence are barely minimum…..

White wine, blue wine, champagne started floating around the family members according to their choices. As whole Grothey family was there except the eldest son of Volker, who was in Dominic of Republic in American continent. I could see in Volker and Ute’s eyes how badly they were missing their son. I can say parents are parents, it doesn’t matter they are German, Indian, American or African.. They always want their kids with them, irrespective of how much they have grown up…. Volker made Skype call to his son… He was already online on skype… I could understand the feeling of his son to being away from family as I was also away…. Once call started, all people started  to sing some song, which was in German… I could not understand….But it was nice to hear that song…  I too wished his son… 
After the call we all chatted and pulled leg of each other for next 30-40mins….. It was around 8PM…. Dinner was ready….. Eyerybody took their place near dinner table… As a tradition one need to lit a oil lamp at the dinner table (I don’t know why, But it is the tradition)….Ute lit the lamp on the stand which was African made….

I was little bit worried about food, because I am a vegetarian and Germans are known to eat lot of meat in their daily diet…. But there was a perfect food for me also.. It was a kind of electrical Barbeque. Different chees, bread, salads…. For them it was different type of meat, cheese etc. was there…. I sat between Harald and Volker, they guided me how to eat the food… As I had never tried the food in that way… Food was different for me, it was one of the best dinner I had in Germany… All were chatting on different subjects…. Meanwhile Dinner made a laughter among all with Volker’s funny tricks….. they were nice… Whole dinner made more interesting with Italian, French wines….. I loved the food….

After dinner we discussed on their traveling expeditions…. They were very diverse….His sister was working in Laos, one more brother is working in some African country and son is in Dominic of republic… So truly that family does not belongs to only Germany but to whole world…

After dinner their was another tradition…. Gift distribution by Santa clause…..In modern era Santa Clause does not go to everybody’s home so the role of Santa Clause was done by most responsible person of family…. Their was a gift for everybody… It was a fun…..Gift distribution was followed by a delicious Opium Christmas cake. First time I was having a opium cake… It was nice….

It was around 10PM…. The time had passed so early….It was a time to leave the home, as I was staying 20KM away…. I thanked everybody for inviting and boarded a taxi…


I left their home physically but their home made a permanent mark in my brain.  I loved the kind of love and hospitality they had shown… I stayed with them only  for 4-5 hours, but I was feeling that I know these people from so many years… The Indian and German culture is completely different… I felt one thing that, It doesn’t matter what culture you belongs, but love, compassion, hospitality, respect is going to be there in that culture… Only the way of showing them are different….

This is full of artificial life…The computer, internet, mobile, nuclear missiles, machines have overtaken the world… But nobody can overtake the love and humanity in the world…. 

The world is very small…. I would love to catch these guys sure once again, I would be very happy to host them in India..First time in 5 months I got a feeling of being with my own family...

This was one of the best evening in Germany…. Thanks Harald for inviting me… and thanks for giving me a chance to be part of Grothe family…

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Who is Right?



Its 2.30PM in the afternoon. 43 Degree Temperature…. Dry Wind….Rama (52 year old) is working in his farm along with his Ox. Suddenly he heard his neighbor Suresh is calling to him. Suresh is also a farmer. Rama went to nearest bush where Suresh was waiting for him. Suresh came for casual talk…As he was also working in his farm.. Rama took the beedee from his pocket and he lit  one beedee for Suresh also. Both were sweating like hell. Rama shared the water which he had kept in the shadow of Bush to prevent it from sun. But still it was warmer than Rama’s hot body. Due to wind some soil had gone in that water vessel.. Still Suresh drank it by applying his towel around the neck as a filter to that water. 

Both started chatting… Rama saw towards sky….
Rama: Sureshwa is baar bareesh ke lakshan theek naahi lag rahat hai..bahut mushkil me pad sakate hai hum..….
Suresh: hum bhi yehi soch rahat hai… humaari gehu ki fasal sukh jayegi...
Rama: Dhat tere ki….tumhe apani gehu ki padi hai… janawaro ki soch… chara kahase dega janawaro ko..
Suresh: tu kahe pareshaan ho raha hai… tuze kauno pareshan hone ki jarurat nahi..(by taking puff of beedee..)
Rama: kauno fasal nahi hai, bhaisnwa dudh nahi de rahi hai…pata nahi .. ka hoga….

He was thirsty, he just ordered his assistant to bring water. His name is Samarjyot, which was given by his father. But for his colleagues he was Sam, as it was difficult to his colleagues to pronounce his name. He is working as Senior System security Engineer in the Bank of America in New-york. He got big 4 bedroom lavish apartment, black coloured audi car. One kid who is studying in nursery, his wife Sanyogita, a graduate in medicine, is a housewife now. Overall he is leading his life comfortably.

He is going regularly to sports to keep himself fit. He takes a week holiday in 3 months and tries to explore new wonders in the world by visiting different places. Visiting to different restaurant’s and trying new cuisine was common for him. He works hard and aspires to be next position all the time. He has hunger to achieve lot. When he attends the evening party’s with customer sometime he drinks alcohol.

At the same when he wakes up in the morning, he never forgets to pray to god, and just touch to his parent’s photo.

Samarjyot was the son of Rama who was talking to Suresh in the shadow of bush. So always Suresh says you don’t have to worry about the rain. Your son is in America, there will be rain of money in your home. 

When Rama chats with his friends, he proudly says that his son is in America, though Rama don’t know what exactly his son is doing in America. Only he knows that his son is engineer. His friends also respects Rama, because of his son.

It is a fiction but reality in today’s society. In India we hear lot of time, achievement of small town boys, girls. We hear the news, son of a farmer became Engineer, Doctor, IAS officer or working in a NASA. We here that journey of farmers’ son to America, Europe. Rikshawpuller’s son is working as a pilot.

Rama had barely 2-3 hectors of farm. Rama started working when he was 10 years old, as his father was drunkard. He used to work day and night. He never had a weekend, he just had nights to sleep. He was happy with the only 1-2 shirts and trousers. He had his old bicycle. He never aspired anything other than educating his son. He had only one goal, his son should not face the problems which he had faced in his life. His son should get education and get a good job. 

Fortunately Samarjyot was bright in study from childhood. He also worked hard and he was up to his father’s hope. His father used to work lot to pay Samarjyot’s educational expenses.Samarjyot got admission in Bhuvaneshwer Engineering college. For Samarjyot’s  engineering admission Rama did not have the money. He sold his 2 buffalos, through which he was earning some money by selling milk. Expenditure increased exponentially. Rama was not able to pay for Samar’s expenditure by earning in his field. His wife started working in somebody’s else farm to earn extra money.

Samar never forgot all this, he worked hard and got an job offer from software company in pre-final year. Rama was so happy for that, He was proudest father in Jagatpur and offcource he deserve to be proudest person. He used to tell everybody:
“Samar bitwa ko naukari lagi hai.. Bhaiya hamara Samar itana tej tha padhai me, ki hume naukari ke liye kahi ghus nahi deni padi“. 

Once Samar joined software company in Noida, he was very excited. Being small town boy, with little family support he had started rubbing shoulders with the guys who were graduated from big cities, colleges etc. His next ambition was to give all what his parents wanted, show them the things which they have not imagined in their lifetime.  He wanted to do something for that Jagathpur town, poor kids in Jagathpur.

He started visiting parents once in month. It was kind of celebration whenever he used to visit his family in Jagathpur. People started identifying Rama as a father of an Engineer. Relatives who left them in worst, started visiting them again, as Samar started earning.  Samar also brought Television, household accessories. Samar converted his family from lower class to middle class. But Rama was still the same person, who he was when he was a poor person, down to earth.

Soon Samar became part of software crowd. After initial training he was loaded with work in his office. He started working hard. Expectation from him increased. He was up to expectation. His frequency of visiting to his parents slowly reduced. He got some friends, for fun he started drinking beer. For relieving the pressure he started smoking occasionally.  But sometime occasion used to come in every 3 hours. He was missing his parents lot. His father was very happy that his son became a “ Badaa Babu” now.

After 2 years of his career his parents started searching a girl. And finally they found the bride who is a doctor. Samar also happily married. He knew his jobs are only in metros. If one want to survive in metros then he needs to have his own home. He booked flat with hepty amount of 50Lakhs. That was too much for a small town boy. 

He was leading his life happily, but somewhere in his mind he wanted his parents with him. He asked his parents to come and stay with him in Noida. His parents also came there, but after 2-3 weeks they became homesick about Jagathpur. They were not comfortable with artificial life in city. As nobody was there to speak with them. Nobody was there to share beedee with Rama. No buffalo’s in society…. No affection in the people..Only closed door.. Door will be opened only to go out and to come inside..No smell of cow dung…finally Rama decided to catch a bus to Jagathpur so his wife. .

Again daily routine started for Rama. Same buffalo’s , Same Ox, Same field…. Sharing beedee with Suresh…. Gossiping about Samar’s status in his company. But Rama was happy to lead that life…

For Samar, after 5-6 years of career he became right hand of manager. So day night work at office, …. Frequency of visiting to his parents reduced to once in 5 months….. Now Samar was thinking about his huge debt, home loan…..With Indian salary it would take 20years to repay. So he thought to work abroad for few years, then come back to India… and settle down all the debt… He tried and got a job in Bank of America..

His father was very happy that his son was going to America. Infact it was glorious moment for Jagathpur, as Samar was the only person who is traveling  to America. Samar went to America (or ever traveled abroad), by promising his father that he will be back soon. But he never told the definition of that soon..

Samar started working there…. Started earning in dollars… His needs increased…. His standard of living improved… Then  slowly in a year itself he started becoming American… He was thinking 2 more years, I will earn  more dollars and go back….He was also becoming anxious…without parents…In the mean time Sanyogita blessed with Baby boy..

Here Rama, was waiting for his son…His lifestyle has not changed…He got a good status in village, but he was not happy from inside…He worked hard, made his son engineer… His son is in America….
Whenever any bus stops near to his farm, Rama's eyes quickly turns towards the bus stop, thinking may be his grandson will come running and hug his grandfather. His son will come with his wife and touch his feet. Whenever Rama’s wife see the friends of Samar in town, her eyes starts raining…Sometime Rama thinks that Suresh is lucky…His son is also farmer only, but atleast he stays with his father..… 

Samarjyot has money…all the comforts around him… but feeling of being away from parents hurts him….He misses the fish curry cooked by his mother…Samar sends money to his family, but he can not be with his family when his family needs him most..He is on such a track that he can not take a U turn from there…He can not get adjusted in Jagathpur…His life is very fast…

Who is wrong here? Rama or Samar….

Rama is also correct, because he is a father and he expects his son to be with him…He is feeling that his son went away from him….

Samar is also right, he has aspired more. Even he want to be with his parents. But circumstances doesn’t allow him to stay with them forever...

This is the darker side of bright software engineering jobs……I never got an answer to above situation!!!!!!!!!!!….Still searching the answer..