Digital Devils !

If I again continue my article Terrific Tenants now then I am sure my Blog Talkative Tongue’s Supporting Welcoming readers would really get astonishment. They would exclaim “Now itself Terrific Tenants? What is going on in Ritu Iyer’s new home? Tenant’s disturbance or adamant occupation? My dear readers our tenants are very slowly progressing in their serious mission of sharing my residence with them. Now my son’s and my Daughter’s Digital Instruments are under their capture.

How? Let me tell. Throughout the day from morning 7 A.M to evening 6 P.M they continuously enter into our rooms via windows and directly go to the computers and Laptops and the Key board. In the beginning only one pigeon showed its courage in sitting over the computer screen, Key board, Laptop and the Engineering Mathematics Advanced Level Books which are like Treasure to all. Then second, then third, now a lot of pigeons are always sitting over the key Boards and the digital elements. What are my thoughts dear readers? Everything is going Digital.

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The Tenants Sitting On Our PC and Books!

My Pigeons are also perhaps operating digital items for communication and sharing details. In the olden days as we see in films and stories, pigeons were the one and the only birds who were doing the job of messengers between people. They reached the letters from one Nation to Another Nation even.

Now in our Beloved Prime Minister Mr. Narendra Modi’s cash free India, Digital India everything is Digital. So my house’s non Rent giving but adamantly living with us pigeons are now sitting over the Computer Key Boards shows that now letter reaching can’t be done by today’s modern digital pigeons. So they have become Computerized Pigeons in our Computerized India. Will we ever get back our digital items free of our tenants loving legs and beaks? They make even strange  noises by sitting over our computers laptops and Engineering books.

My question to my readers is this: Are they i.e., are our Terrific Tenants blue Pigeons following our P.M’s dream slogan Digital India?

Please if you say “Yes” I would like to see it in your views.

By,

Ritu Iyer,

TalkativeTongue

Dad’s First Love !

First Love! Love is what makes you forget the world around you. You start living in a world where you see yourself spending happy times with your beloved. You wish that you get every other chance to make your Love more beautiful. You start loving your life. A different kind of Happiness captures you; your heart starts feeling a kind of fear and you start to have a different kind of feeling. You start staying happy for no reason.

Maybe my Dad too had similar kinds of feeling when he met his first Love. His First Love, His Subject, Mathematics‼!

Yes, the Subject Mathematics is his first love. This is the thing that he loves more than anything.

He married Mom, shifted to Gujarat. But, along with these two people came 20-30 books of Mathematics. These books have special place in Dad’s life. He can never get away from these books. His love and affection for Maths is so high that he wished that even we could impart the same love for Maths. Well, in my case I never made any justice to Mathematics. He Trains us for our Maths Exam. Whenever we had Maths exams in our School Days he used to sit with us for the whole day and used to teach us every other problem and asked us to solve in front of him. I don’t remember seeing him without a Maths book in his hand even on holidays. When the whole city would be busy gearing up for festivals and other important occasions Dad could be seen worrying about his mathematical Problems. His day begins with the thought of Maths. While bathing too he talks about Maths. In the morning he prepares for his lectures. He is a teacher and so everyday he rehearses his lectures, prepare notes and then talk about mathematics! While taking breakfast he shares his mathematical problem with my Brother and Mother, while mother busily serves him the breakfast. After breakfast Mathematics revolves around him more strongly in the Form of Department. Dad is very regular in his work. He never misses to go the office even a single day. He spends hours and hours there teaching students, analysing problems and surfing the Internet.

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If given liberty, he won’t mind sitting in the Department the whole night surfing the Internet.

He forgets the world when he is with Maths. He comes home lately around 8:30 in the evening and then takes dinner and then after discussing a few mathematical issues with Mother he finally goes to sleep. Mom, much frustrated and irritated by his mathematical World feels happy when his Mathematical problem gets solved. She turns very happy whenever his Paper gets published in various Journals.

Such is Dad’s love for Mathematics. Actually it’s beyond my imagination to think that he would take rest after his Retirement from Service as a Teacher. He is so devoted towards his work that he can’t spend time doing nothing. Sitting idle is what kills him inside. Though I haven’t spent much time with him since he spends his whole time in Office, I really love whenever he stays at home on Sundays. But on Sundays too he would be busy with his Mathematics. He sometimes disappears from home on Sundays too. Even after so many years his love has not decreased but actually increased with passing time. I respect his Love and his Dedication towards his work. Mother always makes fun of his love for Mathematics but inside she loves his Dedication towards his work. His retirement has made no difference in his dedication and love towards his Subject. His dedication and Hard work is worth Appreciating.

PS : Dad, I don’t love your Love but I do Love You.

By,

TalkativeTongue

Terrific Tenants – Part II

My dear Talkative Tongue readers, you would have read my article Terrific Tenants Part-I. Now I am in front of you with my Part-II of that article.

Now I am in my house. The tenants who are the restless unrelenting but at the same time rentless cashless Pigeons, in the beginning they watched me and my activities by taking the place of visitors of my Balcony, my window, etc.etc. I started my life happily by keeping my windows open and enjoying the wind often. My house’s Tenants could not digest my happy life. First they occupied again my Balcony cupboards and disturbed the things which I was keeping in that Cupboard. In the Pretext of quarreling among themselves because they were nearly five to six in numbers they really rolled down the washing soaps, buckets, toothbrush keeping boxes etc.etc. I was also not ready to give up. I went on arranging the things and they went on collapsing everything.

Their Plea was this,” Dear Aunty, please let us start a new life in your Balcony. Please, we demand only your Balcony for our life Madam.

I replied,” No, No My Dear Pigeon tenants. I have only a very very small house. I am badly in need of my Balcony’s two precious cupboards to keep our washing connected things. You please search for another place for your life.

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But at last one day I had To Consent. I removed the things of one section of the Cupboard and the rentless, cashless tenants changed their status from visitors to Guests. They began to enter the Balcony at sharp 8 o’clock Morning and spent the whole day till 6 PM in that place freely. Then they slowly entered into the sitting room which is my Son Civil Engineering Student’s and my Husband Mathematics Professor’s private room. In the afternoon so many pigeons began to enter into my son’s room and began to fly here and there. So many times they had hectic, serious quarrels among themselves.  They sat on my son’s books, computer and laptop and in the evenings they even began to threaten my son and disturb my son by flying here and there and collapsing the arrangements. My Son really got shocked on this adamant occupation of our tenants.

If he really kept the window closed to avoid them, they began to make louder noises in which they requested my son.” Dear Brother Please, let us sit for a while in your room. We won’t collapse your things brother.”

By entering into our Bedroom also in the number seven or eight they put a brake on the operation of the fan. The whole bedroom it’s cupboard all went into their total control. Now, we are in a pitiable condition in which we have to live in our house sharing our house in the daytime with our rentless tenants. Their warning is this,” Dear Owners if you are ready to allow us to share your house then only you can have a happy life keeping your windows and doors open and having wind and sunlight. If you are not ready to allow us in your house then you lead your life in closed doors and windows.”

Totally our small house’s 80% control is in the power of tenants and only 20% power is with us. For the name sake they are tenants but in reality they behave like owners because they have capacity to fly. As humans I can’t fly, I can only run here and there to chase them out of my house. So one of the reader of our Blog told me that they are Poor Birds restless and relentless!

I want to say, we are only poor human beings, who are restless but relenting. One thing is highly sure with pigeons they are highly unrelenting. You can tackle any bird but can’t tackle a pigeons. Pigeons always want to share the living places of human beings. They want to keep themselves in our category.

So now our not rent giving Terrific Tenants without my permission and with their threatening and loud noises and bitter sound quarrels have again challenged me with this warning, “ Aunty, if you feel highly uncomfortable and disturbed in tolerating us who are Terrific Tenants, you can shift your residence to some other new house. From 2005 to 2016, you left this house freely for us to live. This time also leave this house freely for us keeping the Kitchen window open like last time.”

So dear readers, do you have any ideas or advice for me who is now the powerless owner before the flying Tenants.

By,

Ritu Iyer

TalkativeTongue

Terrific Tenants…

Before a few days in my blog you would have seen my “From Heaven To Home!”. In that piece I really wrote that my own house is already under occupation but the tenants are living there freely without paying the rent to me. Rentless tenants. They are the blue pigeons and little sparrows. Till now from 2005 to 2016 October both these birds community are freely living in my house with their families and children but I was not given rent at all. Innumerable child births also had happened. Now this month I am going to shift my residence from my present residence to our own residence. So this week the house cleaning and the “ Welcome Ceremony” all were done with grand success. My rentless tenants were kept away from this function cautiously. Till the function ended, my tenants kept them in the sunshades and neighborhood building places and even in the windows of my house and were watching all the proceedings with care and concern and worry. Meetings also were convened in their groups. “What to do now? Owners of the house will throw us away from this house?” At last one blue pigeon entered into my sitting room courageously and began to fly here and there. The ceiling fan of that room was on and it was about to die getting crashed in that running ceiling fan. My kids saved its life by switching off the fan at the perfect needed time. My twin children’s’ timely and clever action saved its life. Then the blue pigeon our tenant began to fly inside the whole house indirectly telling me ,” Aunty, Please don’t ask us to go out of your house. We don’t have any comfortable place in this winter to live with our tiny tots. Please we also will stay in this house but we promise we won’t interfere in your life with our young one. We will also live in your this house but without noise or quarrels with you or with our family members. Please Aunty let us stay here. Please Aunty don’t throw us away”.

 I asked, “So you tried to commit suicide in our running ceiling fan to threaten and to compel me to accept your request.”

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Blue Pigeon:Sorry Aunty. Please forgive me. I could not find any other idea other than this suicide idea to convince you.”

I: No, Blue Pigeons and Sparrows. See, these ten long years you were living in my house freely. I did not get any rent from you. Now I am badly in need of this house. I don’t have any other house for me except this own house. So you shift your family to neighbourhood buildings. I won’t allow you to stay in my tiny house. For my things themselves I don’t have enough place in this tiny house then how is it possible to keep tenants and their families in this house? Go away my friend.”

The Blue Pigeon again started to fly. It went into the kitchen and kept itself behind the water Syntex(Water Tank) which has been kept and fixed in the kitchen Attic. From that Syntex of the kitchen attic water connections also have been given to all the rooms and my house. The blue Pigeon sat comfortably behind the syntex. I and my son began war and efforts to take it away from that place. My daughter in her utter fear kept herself in the bedroom. She kept herself away from our mission of chasing the Rentless tenant away from our house. But all our efforts went in vain.

What happened at last? The blue Pigeon told me from its hiding place which is behind the big syntex :”Aunty, I see empty place here behind the syntex. You won’t keep anything here. We all can use this place as our residence. We will have safety and security here. We can lead a highly peaceful, secured life in this unused place of your house. Aunty  please allow us to stay in this unused area of your tiny house. “

You see readers This is my Personal experience. At last those clever highly intelligent, cunning Rentless tenants of my own house captured and occupied the secret, empty secured area which is behind the water syntex  and adamantly refused to leave my house. Now itself my house is under occupation of the tenants. The washing area is also under occupation of sparrows. So please my friends be careful of these non rent giving free tenants of our loving precious residences.
Mumbaiyaas (People Of Mumbai) only can live even in the attics. Rajkotians( People of Rajkot)  can’t live in the attic of a house. So my house is under the capture of Mumbaiyaas( Mumbai people type blue pigeons and tiny sparrows).
I am longing for Independence. Have any Ideas?

By,

Ritu Iyer,

TalkativeTongue

Cry Cry Clumsy : Part 2

Before a few days in this blog you all would have read my “Cry Cry Clumsy.” In That writing I talked about my daughter. This week my daughter proved this truth. How? We are in the residence shifting mission now a days. We had to shift one kerosene filled up Ashok Stove to our going to be residence. I gave the work of packing that stove in a box to my daughter thinking that she is an expert in packing. But alas what horrible scene I got to see my dear readers. My daughter did that work with such clumsiness that the atmosphere (peaceful)                                                                   clumsy3

of the house got changed.Everywhere hue and cry, Bhagga-Bhaggi (Running here and there), Chillana- Cheeknaa( Shouting). In that work she took the help of her father and brother also. In packing a mere Stove three people were needed? I myself was highly busy in kitchen at that time. Here in the drawing room the Mission or Adventure of packing the kerosene filled up stove in its own box and tying it perfectly with a thread so that one could carry it was going on. What Happened at last? Everywhere clumsiness. As I told you in my previous writing I had to do double, triple work to finish the work. At the end of the day my thinking was this” If I had not given this stove packing work to my Computer Engineering Student Daughter, I would not have got two glasses of kerosene spilled up in the drawing room. I would not have got my writing- table smeared with kerosene; I would not have got my house in panic situation.”
I would not have to fall down seriously by getting slipped in that spilled kerosene of that floor and I would not have got waist pain and leg pain and would not have got the dry kerosene Stove box totally drenched in kerosene and would not have got compelled to finish the work or task with extra, double effort. So in my attempt of getting my daughter’s help I really increased my trouble. So please wary of clumsiness my readers.
By,
Ritu Iyer,
TalkativeTongue

Cry Cry Clumsy

Clumsiness creates danger and Destruction in almost all the places. The clumsy atmosphere creates one kind of fear in the mind of the viewers. Where there is no skill or cleverness in accomplishing a deed or managing a situation, the clumsiness enters. But in some essential fields like Defence, Space and Nuclear the Clumsy way of handling the situation brings disaster, destruction and fatal mass accidents, loss and causalities. In my Life, I get terrific fear on seeing the people who never do the task with skill and instead they create clumsiness and irreparable damage in the task. Whenever I fall Ill my Kitchen’s management and cooking task come under my Twin Children and My Husband. The kitchen in their hands goes to such clumsy, ugly atmosphere, that surely it takes at least two days to see my original beautiful Kitchen.

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So we have to fear about those people who in their effort of helping us and reducing our burden, really takes the task to such a clumsy position that instead of help we have to do Double Triple work to get the Task in the right way. At those times our mind really thinks, if I had not taken the risk of getting those clumsy creator’s  help I would not have done the redoubled burden.

India’s Prime Minister Mr. Narendra Modi’s Slogan “Skill Development” really warns us about these clumsy creators. Mr. Modi asks all to select only highly skilful worker for the task so that clumsiness and the loss should be avoided and averted. Skill, talent, intelligence, perfection in doing the things, correctness in tasks are the needed things in today’s society.
Clumsiness is like a devil whereas skill is like a God.

Many times my lovingonly daughtercreates unknown kind of terror in my heart when she comes forward to help me to reduce my work loads burdens. But I am sure, my readers of this piece of writing, after sometime, you will see me doing severe hard work to correct the task which goes into unthinkable clumsy situation in her lovely little hands .

So please Wary of Clumsiness and Embrace Skill with Happiness.

By,
Ritu Iyer,
TalkativeTongue

Success Supplier Self Appraisal?

Self-Appraisal is purely self assessment. One should have strong idea about his or her positives and negatives. One should evaluate his or her capacity, talent and skill to do his or her best to the society. If in your self- appraisal you seem to be wrong in your ideas or tasks then even the appraisal of crores of people and powerful people can’t make your side as a correct one. So many times people do mistake in their self evaluation. They feel that they only are right and all the others are completely wrong. At these situations even the whole world with their efforts could not convince the person and make him accept the fact that he is wrong if he is really wrong. Self – appraisal takes a man out of the clutches of inferiority complex. When you yourself judge you and your positive nice points and behaviours, your enemies or evildoers can’t create inferiority complex in you by creating or talking false complaints of you. Here your self- appraisal has created strength and indomitable courage in you.
The man who has the proper evaluation, estimate and assessment of himself emerges as the undefeatable, successful human being in this world. The man who knows his power correctly and who judges his capacity perfectly never becomes the victim of flattery or false praises.

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When a man becomes a victim of flattery he really loses his original strength and power. Taking the false, artificial appraisals as the real we land ourselves in unending dangers thinking that we have the real power to accomplish that task. But there is nothing wrong in coming out of your comfort zone and try new things. But this should be done based on our own self evaluation.
What I am? What I can do? How much strong I am? Am I courageous? Am I intelligent? Am I hard task Master? Am I successful Mission director? How much I am Wrong? How much I am Right? Am I perfect or false? Like this so many questions one should ask in her or his mind and should do the self- appraisal. Self- appraisal is the real Appraisal.

In all the “Mann Ki Baat” Radio Programme our India’s Prime Minister Mr. Narendra Modigives much value and importance to this aspect self-appraisal. Our PM requests the citizens of India to do the self assessment of their hidden capabilities and undisclosed powers, talents and skills and ask them to utilize their powers for our country’s future.
Our PM always says that any human being cannot be  belittled or humiliated if he or she knows and judges his or her power by the self- appraisal. “Kud ko Pehchano” (Know Yourself) should be the Mool (main)  Mantra of our life.
I would like to remember the words of the American writer Mr. Ralph Waldo Emerson in his great Essay Self- Reliance.

Self- Reliance is none other than self – appraisal. Self – Reliance and self – appraisal are no doubt one and the same. First do self- appraisal and then turn it into self – reliance.
“To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men – that is Genius.”

“A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages.”

By,
Ritu Iyer,
TalkativeTongue

From Heaven To Home!

Shifting the residence is really a serious task in each and every human being’s Life. From a solitary, lonely private and noiseless, silent area and house locality I am going to live in a highly crowded always noisy, traffic filled up and public area where my house itself will not enjoy the privacy. From No visitors, No disturbance house I am going to start a life in always visitors, 24 hours disturbance small house. My mind can’t avoid the comparison between the present residence and the future residence. I feel unknown pain in my belly whenever I think and feel that, only up to October 31 I can be in the present heaven. My present heaven is a sprawling bungalow with a vast garden at four sides. It is undoubtedly a three bedroom vast mansion with plenty of water, plants, vast beautiful balconies and a beautiful big lonely terrace, in comparison with my present heaven I can say courageously that my future abode is like a hell and a hut in the area. The present heaven is a Government owned Government Mansion. The future residence is a hell and a small hut of one bedroom flat and it is my own flat and my own house. So from Government mansion I am shifting my living to my own hut. Plenty of Problems, plenty of noises and plenty of difficulties are waiting eagerly for me there.

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Now the packing of things work is going on but with unhappiness and sadness in my heart. Some panic feeling arises in my heart on my thinking of my life at that one bedroom flat of my own.
Am I really alone in my lovely mansion? To speak frankly I have a lot of friends here. But my friends can’t speak or laugh. Yes my garden’s innumerable trees and plants and the singing, flying and chirping happy birds are my own friends. I really feel sadness in my heart when I think of leaving my flying friends and huge green trees in this place itself. Can our friends come to our new home which is a hut? Now my little hut is under occupation for 10 long years.  Without giving any rent some families have kept my own house as their own residence and are living there happily. Blue Pigeons are the tenants of my home and after my entry into that home we both will share that small abode. When we are leaving this birds filled trees filled Government mansion after my husband’s retirement from this Job and are entering into our new house forever, I remember the Poem,
The Woodcutter’s Night Song” of J. CLARE.
” Welcome, red and roundy sun,
Dropping lowly in the west;
Now my hard day’s work is done,
I’m as happy as the best.
Joyful are the thoughts of home,
Now I’m ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning’s come,
Bill and Mittens, lie ye there!
Though to leave your pretty song,
Little birds, it gives me pain,
Yet to-morrow is not long,
Then I’m with you all again.



Joyful are the thoughts of home,
Now I’m ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning’s come,
Bill and Mittens, lie ye there!”

Whatever it may be whether the home is hell or heaven, entering into our home after finishing or accomplishing our hard task is really a treasure of happiness and peace. I am highly grateful to God for awarding me this peace , rest and plenty of happiness in my own house which I am going to occupy soon.
Here I remember one more poem which is of R.L. Stevenson.
The poet’s feeling is my real feeling now.
“ Wealth I ask not, Hope nor Love,
Not a friend to know me,
All I ask ,the heaven above,
And the Road below me.”

I am happily and hopefully waiting for the D-Day i.e. the Shifting Day.

Ritu Iyer,
TalkativeTongue

Official Fears…

Whenever I think of visiting any Government office for any official work, really my stomach and my whole body develop some unknown pain and shivering. Why? From the childhood itself the office premises have created some amazing terror in my mind. My youngest brother’s request for my signature in one of his family documents really brought my nerves to a standstill. The reason is that my brother wants me to sign the document in the Sub-Registrar’s office and that also in front of the officer. After hearing this request my sleep took farewell from me and I am spending sleepless nights now a days. Before a few months I had to go to Mamladhar’s Office for obtaining the voter I-D Card. The whole previous day of this special day was spent in confusion and terror. I could not do any work with comfort. I developed such a fear in my belly like a accused going to Police Station or Jail.

Even after my long and constant search I could not find out the reason for my this official fear about the Government officers.
People say the Government office works take a long time for finishing.

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One has to stand in the queue for a long time to get his or her turn to approach the officer. The officers demand so many documents and identities and their talk itself create terrific fear in our mind. One hopeless and uncertain feeling is created in our mind on seeing the unending long queues and crowds and the official confusing talks of the Government Officers. In my mind the State Government officers have taken the place of Gods or Heroes.

Whenever I stand in a Government office crowd for any work, my prayers are very seriously and even to the extent of thinking that the officer should shower his mercy over me and should bless me with his precious help.

When will people begin to give up their fears of the government officers and the government servants? Soon the present situation will get changed, the society will begin to see Government offices with friendly feeling and our works also will be finished quickly in Government offices.

The sluggishness, the slow movement and indifferent atmosphere of the Government offices and the employees will disappear. Fast moving, serious work culture will arrive in all the government offices.

The Sub-Registrar office fear has created such a tension in my mind that I forget about my brother but think only about the signature giving task of that day. I pray to God for a positive change.

Ritu Iyer,
TalkativeTongue

Thrilling Trains

Travelling in train is undoubtedly a thrilling and enjoyable experience. I am fond of trains. To tell frankly I am fond of railway stations. I like to watch the speedily moving passengers of railway stations by sitting silently in the platform seats. I really forget my worries, pains and troubles when I silently watch the railway stations movements and the running passengers. When I see the entering and leaving trains and hear the thundering sounds, my heart feels one peculiar excitement. I really mingle with all the things connected to the trains and railway stations. Last week I visited our city Rajkot’s railway station to give a nice send-off to our relatives.
My train travel experiences are mixed ones. Some are happy and others are quarrelsome. But one train journey i really created indelible shocking experience and memory of my life. This unhappy experience and incident of jumping out of the train in the wrong side of the platform of our railway station happened when I was returning to Rajkot from Pilgrim city Dwarka in Okha- Gorakhpur express. That time was Deepawali festival time and the labourers who were from northern- India states and were working in Gujarat’s Saurashtra region were in their hurry  and worry of reaching their native places using this train. As nearly 400 labourers tried to enter in the unreserved compartment in which I was travelling one very dangerous stampede like situation arose and we could not get down in our Rajkot station. This stampede like situation was in our Rajkot station. So, to  get down of the train we had to jump in the wrong side of the platform because the labourers who were trying hard to get into the train did not allow us to get down in our platform.

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The noise of train or the sound of train, the crowd of railway station, the eateries and food stalls of the railway station, the passenger’s hurry, even the workers and the officers and waiting room of the railway station, all are my dearest things.
One shocking thing I noticed when I went to send – off my relatives last week was the cleanliness of the railway stations and the railway tracks. Yes, even the railway tracks were perfectly clean.

Thank you, Mr. Suresh Prabhu, our Railway Minister for this tremendous achievement of making our railway tracks clean ones. Now days, whenever I visit railway station, our Prime Minister Mr. Narendra Modi occupies my thoughts. Our Prime Minister has a strong connection and attachment with railway stations and trains as a Tea Seller boy in his Childhood days. He himself has said this truth so many times. From Railway station to Red Fort!

I came to know of one highly shocking and praiseworthy truth about our railways in the year 2014 and in the month August. That truth is that in his childhood days and schooldays the Railways remained as the integral part of our beloved Prime Minister Of India Mr. Narendra Modi.
Do you know what kind of feeling I got on bearing this truth? My faith and Respect towards Railway Station increased to so many times. I am highly Impressed by the simplicity, honesty, service mindedness and humanity of our Prime Minister.

If Railways Station and trains remained as a part of our PM Modi’s  Life, I feel strongly that railway station and trains now seem to be the identities of one’s hard work, honesty and ambitions, Now I only think of our Prime Minister when I am standing in the railway station seeing the trains. Railway station looks like a “Karmayogi”. Trains are doing their selfless service to the society. Train leave the passengers and they take new passengers for leaving them in another place. I feel much respect towards the tea seller and all other working staff in the station due to their selfless service to the society.

Once when I was travelling in a long distance train, one tea seller young boy unknowingly poured hot tea over my lap and I did a heavy serious quarrel with him. Even my co passengers scolded him for his careless mistake. From then, I developed one kind of fear and hatred towards them.

But now my thinking has got transformed drastically. Now I am seeing them as Service minded people of the society. Without the tea seller, how can we get a hot tea or coffee in a running train in the cold mornings and rainy days?

I have one wish or dream. What is that? I belong to one very  small village of South India. Now I am in Rajkot city which is the commercial centre and capital of Saurashtra region of Gujarat. The railway department should reach this transport facility to even the remotest villages of our nation and almost all the cities and all the villages should have railway station and train travel comfort.

The train should be made the national vehicle or national travelling Machine of India and all the villages should have this facility.

I never want to leave the Railway Station. Trains are my Favourite vehicle.

So Indian Railways are the symbol of Honesty, Hard work, Selflessness and Impartially caring Motherhood. With these thoughts in my Mind I left Rajkot Railway station. My heart was heavy because I never want to go home from the Railway Station.

Ritu Iyer,
TalkativeTongue