It happened all of a sudden, if my memory doesn’t betray, in the mid of the year 1992, and honestly the incident, which I am to pen down, had far reaching consequences, and led me being human, changing my views and feelings towards life. As a struggling young man, desperately in search of a high paid stable job, I used to go miles, wherever there seems a small ray of light: opportunity. This deliberate act landed me in Shillong, the capital city of Meghalaya (India), also known as “Scotland of India”, to attend the final selection as Manager (Customer Relation) in “Polo Towers”, the reputed star category hotel in the heart of this picturesque hill station. What was the outcome is not the topic here, so let’s jump cut this episode. Police Bazaar, in Shillong, is a heaven for any and every idler worth his salt and as usual, it was my favourite place to hang out too. I was quite distracted by the variety of this place in contrast to memories of my own city and I often used to roam...
Few hours back, I was in a local train compartment, on my way back home. I was to cover a journey of nearly three and half hours, and as usual I got engaged with my smartphone, the best way out to kill time and boredom, checking mails and listening to music, playing games….bla bla bla… Co-passengers, especially those who were travelling in groups, I presume they might be regular commuters, were busy too, with lots of discussions, covering almost each and every available topics under the sun ( that’s also a way to kill time, man). Let me remind you, my beloved readers, some were delivering lectures (tax free with no obligations), some were the good listeners (best way to not loose your energy) and the rest was engaged in panel discussions ( as they were in front of the camera and telecast is live ). Entered a new guest, trust me the perfume drew the first attraction towards them ( plural terms, buddy, he was accompanied by his wife ). Everything was going normal, till, the panel...