History wasn't always a history. It must have been created some day. The great historical events might have a very mundane starting.
"DhawanSaaB saale uth jaa", shouted somebody.
" Time kya hai be" came the reply.
"saade aath".
" Kya??? saade aathh!!!!!!", a medium voiced reply with a tone varying from extreme astonishment to extreme satisfaction. "So jao DhawanSaaB bahut time hai abhi", a thought inside his mind flashed loudly in the whole atmosphere. But, still a mystery, where did this word "DhawanSaaB" came from??
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But Time Never Stops
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" saale ab to uth jaa 9 baj rahein hai".
Then out of a sudden, somebody uncoiled himself and adopted supreme samadhi posture with both eyes tightly closed. But then gradually photons of light started flowing to and fro from the eyes, and then suddenly, came the realization to this somebody that he is none other than the son of the soil and your very own "DhawanSaaB". And that realization once again induced immense self-confidence and unmatchable satisfaction into DhawanSaaB. Then naturally his feet took 2 steps forward, turned right and took 3 more steps. Then his eyes concentrated on a watch, obviously not his own, and it was approx 9 a.m. But, after some time, the concerned person, bidding me good- bye, took his own watch, leaving DhawanSaaB only with sun and its rays coming inside through glass windows to determine the exact time. The cell phone has very recently taken a bath in Arabian Sea at Bandstead (a rocky sea beach), and requires urgent medical treatment.
Then his engine steadily picked up, got everything done soon but not without few lapses of concentration. Breakfast was never his priority. Advantages of not having it flashed through his mind. Very proud at his effort and spirit, he rushed towards the gate with anxiousness about the time. The mind pacifying itself in its own usual way hoping that today he did it earlier than yesterday and missing breakfast was intentional and not a liability. Here comes the "Reception" and thus the "RECEPTION CLOCK", DhawansaaB's usual time source. But "what is it??" Time was exactly the same as yesterday (as perceived by the naked eye). The longest one, exactly lying in between 7 and 8 . Scheduled time being 9:15 a.m, he was already 23 min late. Nevertheless, in spite of losing hope, the dedication and effort suddenly exceeded all bounds.
" Results doesn't matter, but commitment does"
But the confidence story didn't really end here. there came another turn. His dear Colleague Mr. Kontham Sudhir was also in a gread deal of hurry, and to his advantage Dear. Konthan was approx 15 feet behind him and imagining his mental state is left open to the public.
Just before the lecture room came into DhawanSaaB's sight, a thought flashed across DhawanSaaB's mind "DhawanSaaB load kya hai, AAPKe paas to poore 21 saal 7 mahine aur 21 din ka experience hai".
But......
DhawanSaaB captured somebody in his sight standing outside the lecture room, thus convincing him that our esteemed faculty hasn't yet arrived.
" This is DhawanSaaB", flashed again across DhawanSaaB's mind.
But....
Surprisingly a coment was thrown over him.
" AAGaya Dhawan phir late" and then was laughed at.
But he knew these mortals will never understand.
He entered the class with his head held high and the whole class laughed when he entered. Not new to him but a routine thing.
He straightaway sat in second last row of a section of seating arrangement scarcely inhabited with his dear colleague Mr. Kontham Sudhir because no other option was there, thus saving him on unnecessarily excrcising his "ESTEEMED JUDICIOUSNESS" in such petty issues.
The faculty wasn't able to attract his attention and consecuently he felt soporofic and didn't hesitate to enjoy very small but every effective naps. Lecture went on the way it had to.
After lunch, DhawanSaaB along with whole batch of probationary officers was taken to a field visit to "Aviation Fuel Station". Slept on the way inside the bus, but had already strongly ordered his coleagues to wake him whenever a view worth his "STANDARD" and his taste appeared. He was awakened abruptly at a view of IIT Powai hostels and a lake.
He was made to visit an XTRA CARE Retail Outlet and an Aviation Fuel Station.
He left the station earlier than most others with his dear colleague Mr. Kontham Sudhir. Both of them visited their very own friend "THE GREAT LOHA SINGH" all poised to visit France, the day after. The Trio went to explore the city with GREAT LOHA SINGH who was having aggressive shopping plans. Money is no more Loha Singh's issue.
On coming back LohaSingh became busy with his phone calls and Mr Kontham with his. It was now DhawanSaaB's turn to exploit full use of internet and free ISD facilities and he made full use of it.
But history wasn't made yet. Suddenly a fabulous idea struck DhawanSaaB's mind and he determined and started his marathon at 3:45 am, 23rd sept saturday ,2006 and it still continues.
Your very own "The Great DhawanSaaB" decided to remember this day and thus has brought about a miraculaous transformation of a simple, normal day into a "Historical Day" which will be remembered by all.
Nevertheless a lot will depend upon you to make this dream come true.
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With Compliments
DhawanSaaB
