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Mukherjee Nagar - Part 1

Mukherjee Nagar - Part 1
Friday, 28 May 2010 10:06
Written by Priya Ranjan Panigrahi

(3 votes, average 3.33 out of 5)

I am very thankful to the administrator for bearing with my unprofessional behaviour and my negligence to the website. As I was very busy for quite some time and tense more so, in anticipation, I could not devote enough time to my first love, my website. After so many days, I am writing my first article. It is about a student for who to become an IAS officer was the ultimate dream. After the results were declared I was talking to him on telephone, and I learnt many things in that 20 minutes talk. I am trying to write from his point of view. For obvious reasons I am not going to disclose his identity.

Nine years back, a small town boy of UP comes to Delhi. Dreamy eyes, indomitable zeal and a mission in hand to accomplish; this fragile lad takes admission into BA English Honours in St Stephan’s college. The inhuman ragging often sexually violating, notwithstanding, the guy, who is now young man, graduates with gold medal. The brightest student in the college, he decides not to go in for Masters’ degree and wants to try his luck in the most prestigious and toughest examination of the country, the civil service examination. To become a district collector is the ultimate thing that can happen to anybody studying in Delhi University and our young man is no exception. After graduation he shifts to Mukherjee Nagar Lane-2 and takes one small room in one dilapidated apartment. The room is in no way superior to a shanty kholi in the Dharavi slum of Mumbai. But our Mr Dreamer is no way concerned with the environment. He goes on a book buying spree and collects all the books on sociology and psychology, his optional for the examination. He even gets himself enrolled in a prestigious coaching institute. Times flies and flies superfast. He becomes the most promising student of the institute. Fellow aspirants look up to him as the future top ranker. Our Mr Genius fills the preliminary form. He is to appear the preliminary examination on the month of May, and his preparation takes full throttle in the month of January. While others were still clueless about the current affairs he is already genius in that. He is so engrossed in the study that, Mr Genius starts neglecting himself. He develops some bit of insomnia and slight joint pain. But this minor niggles are nothing compared to the ambassador car with a red light atop. The month of May comes and Mr genius sits for the examination. As predicted, he answers all the questions in his optional and 80% questions in the general studies paper.

After preliminary, while others are waiting for the results to come by, our Mr Genius keeps himself busy in preparation for mains. He neglects his health, his food habit and everything. For him books are his own world, Marx, Weber, Durkheim, Pavlov, and Bernstein is his best friends. He spends many days with only cutting tea and no food at all, as he thinks going to hotel is wastage of time and after he becomes a collector he can enjoy all the pleasures of life. In the month of August, the preliminary examination result comes and as expected he clears it. But our Mr Genius is not overwhelmed with happiness. He knows a serious business is in hands, and he prepares hard for the mains examination. The examination is conducted in the month of October, and on expected lines, he performs his best in the examination. Now, as mains examination is over, it is time for relaxation till the results is announced, but Mr Genius does not want to take anything to chances and starts preparation for interview. While other aspirants are clueless what to do, till the results are announced, our hero reads everything from needle to nuclear reactor. He does not want to leave anything to luck.

Finally, the results are announced for the mains examination. Nobody seems to be surprised, as Mr Genius finds his roll number in the list of successful candidates. He immediately joins one coaching class for mock interview. He performs very well in all the mock interviews. He stitches a nice piece of gray suit for himself and readies himself for the D-Day. On the interview day, he gets the toughest and most feared interview panel, and he performs exceedingly well. Now our Mr genius is a bit confident, that the fight is over. Now, he keeps a bit easy and waits for the result. The whole of Mukherjee nagar is full of rumours that, Mr Genius is going to be among the top ten rankers in the country. Ever humble and nicest person on earth, he never talks about this, though he is umber confident that result is going to be in his favour.

It is May 4^th. Results are going to be announced at 4.30 PM. Our hero wakes up early, gets ready and goes to the nearest temple. He prays to the Lord for his success and takes one light meal. At around 2 o clock he goes to the UPSC office. While there is sea of anxious faces, he displays a rare serenity. It is not the confidence rather conviction that merit and hard work is going to be positively rewarded. He does not believe in destiny. For him, man is the maker of his own destiny and it is he who can mould the formless into total absolutism. The clock strikes 2.30. The heartbeats are increasing, but he remains silent and gazes at the sky. Success has many forms; sometimes we get the premonition of success through symbols of nature. He is feeling a sense of calmness. The anticipation has subsided, as a feeling of sure success lurking from within. The clock is ticking 3.30 PM, and our hero goes to the nearby tea vendor and takes a half tea. People are so tense, so also the tea vendor catering to so many tenses faces; but Mr Genius is unperturbed. Somewhere in school, he has learned hard work never goes unrewarded and he knows he has put in a lot of hard work.

Finally, the time comes. The result is pasted on the UPSC notice board. Everybody rushed to the notice board to have a look at the result. But our hero walks slowly till the main gate and waits for some time to see the crowd dispersed. There are ecstatic faces, there are faces gloomy, and there are faces of frustration. One can feel the sounds of joy, the joy of dreams coming true and grunts of sadness as for many the dreams has been shattered. There are people praising the destiny and some are cursing their own luck. Our hero is smiling at them. He can never understand, how somebody will curse his fate. Man is the maker of his own destiny and his hard work is the determinant of his fate. Finally, as the crowd goes thinner at around 5 PM, he slowly walks to the notice board with supreme confidence to search for the result of his hard work.

Our hero does not understand how this has happened. For the first time, he feels like betrayed. How come his name is not there in the final successful candidates’ list? He does do everything possible for the examination. In fact he considers this examination is his best performance in his illustrious student career. And his name is not there? He feels aghast. There must be something wrong. He browses through the list of all 500 odd successful candidates. He sees many names in the list that used to take help from him to understand sociology. And his name is not there? Tears starts rolling down from his eyes. Is it what they call as destiny? Is it this reason, they call the examination a lottery. He sits on the ground, oblivious to the surrounding and the time. Finally, the peon comes and asks him to get out as it is the time to close the office. Our Mr Genius gets up slowly, no strength whatsoever to walk. However, he has to go. Life has come full circle for him. Now what shall he do? Whole of one year’s dedication resulted in failure. He walks aimlessly, wandered aimlessly in the Ashoka Road. His legs are tired now, but his brain is tired long back. He goes to India gate. And gazes the magnificent structure with teary eyes. He has no idea, what he is going to do. Suddenly he says one white ambassador with a red light atop flies past him. As if the sight wakes him up. He says to himself, failures are the pillars to success. And he readies himself for another battle. He thinks he needs to fasten his seat belts as the preliminary examination is only 4 days due. He rushes to Mukherjee Nagar last lane. He scribes the words “Struggle continues” on his door and closes it.

For the next four days, nobody has seen our hero outside, not in the nearby hotel or anywhere. Sometimes his door opens to let the tea vendor come in to deliver cutting teas, and that is the only time one can have a flash of his room. People are shocked, what has happened to the hero, but nobody dares to ask him. The geniuses have a devastating aura around themselves and lesser mortals are wary of this. Failures have made our hero more dangerous phenomena to bear with. Just like fire makes gold glitter more, the so called momentarily failure has made his persona more sparkling. On the day of preliminary examination, everybody sees our hero. He goes to the examination with a faded jeans and a tee shirt. And as usual performs the examination to his best. After the examination, nearly after four days, he goes to the canteen. People are discussing the question paper. Somebody makes the mistake of asking him the answer of one of the questions. Our hero answers each and every question of the optional paper and General studies paper correctly. The whole of the canteen becomes silent. It is never head of that, a candidate can answer all the 150 questions in general studies paper in the preliminary examination. But miracles do happen and more so if our hero is involved in it.

Now the second part of the battle starts. And like a war hardened Achilles, our Mr Hero, takes the bull by horn. He has nothing extra to read, so he improves himself on all counts. It is now a mission supreme, to give his best, and why not, he is a veteran. Sociology and Psychology are, as if, on his tongues tip. And he has been told by all, that he would make the likes of Durkheim and Parsons proud. General studies, the dreaded subject for an UPSC aspirant is his tamed beast. And our Hero is raring to go full throttle. The big time gap of three months between preliminary result and Mains examination date looks so long for him. Umber confident, yet so down to earth, our Mr Genius leaves no stone un-turned. His essays are as good as Bertrand Russell’s, so says his peers and teachers. And his mastery over subjects is better than any renowned professor in Delhi University. And our Mr Hero waits for the final show.

The examination starts and finishes. He has performed better than last time and is expecting an interview call. After the final examination, when his friends are boozing, he is concentrating on interview preparation. He joins mock interview classes, he joins libraries and he glues himself to news papers and internet to gather all knowledge on earth. People are saying he is a serious contender to Wikipedia, yet Mr Hero is so humble. The life for him, has revolved around cutting teas and going around half of the mock interview classes in Delhi. Now, this time he is going to get at least top ten ranks, if not the first rank, in the examination. On a fateful day, the mains results are announced. And no wonder, he is been selected for the interview. While the other selected candidates are so excited about the mains result, our Mr Humble, is into his own shell, the 4^th room in Mukherjee Nagar Lane-2. He stitches one more Reid and Taylor suit. His parents are so ecstatic to give a nice suit with a cross pen to their son, who is definitely going to make them proud. Meagre income of a lowly clerical position in a Collectariat office does not deter his father to do anything and everything for his son. After all, the prestige and status of being a collector’s father is not something that everybody gets. And our Mr Humble is more so determinate to make his father’s dream come true.

On the interview day, our Mr humble reaches, who is Mr smart today, reaches UPSC one hour earlier? While the tension is visible in the faces of others, Mr Smart has an aura of a saintly figure. Unperturbed by the discussions and rumours of the interview members, he goes on for a cutting tea at the rear side of UPSC. While sipping to it, he is thinking, “Dearest, all through these 3 years of hardship, you have been by loyal friend. When I hold you, when I kiss you, I am at peace with myself. People are saying I am saintly, but it is you, who makes me a saint. And this is one last hurdle to cross; be my faithful. More than god, more than friends, you are my motivator, you are my savoir and you are my own self.” He is a bit loud in this self talk, and the tea vendor gets to know, our Mr Smart, is a Mr Tea lover. Mr Smart gets the toughest interview panel. The questions ranged from English literature to criminal psychology. And our Mr Smart, who is Mr know all answers all of them to the best possible manner. Even the chairman of the panel stands up to shake hands with our Mr knows all and it is a rare gesture in deed. At this moment, our Mr Humble feels he now, he has finally cracked it.

(To Be Continued....)

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