Newton was born early.....

Every body continues to be in a state of rest or uniform motion unless acted upon by an external force.
Don't wonder, as figured it out; its the First law of motion. Newton was born too early to tag it as the "Law of First few days of an Engineering College pass out.".............. Unless substantiated by proofs, all laws are void. Well, let me present you my thesis....

On the morning of my last university examination, i got a call from my mom. I had not prepared much for the exam, as my mind was deep down in the sea of nostalgia. We committed every possible prank within the short span- the eve of examination. To my greatest surprise, the first thing my mom asked was about the previous night. She told me that every final year student will be enjoying their last moments in their hostel, knowingly or unknowingly switching between their primary and secondary targets - study and entertainment respectively. She wished me good luck, for this was the day where luck was prominent than any other factors. As i was about to hang up, i heard her calling my name on the other end.

" Deepak? "..."yes". I replied.

" Come home, at the earliest. A bunch of responsibilities awaits you here"..

" Yes mom."..

RESPONSIBILITY - too much of responsibility or lack responsibility can make you busy enough or sluggish, not to enjoy the beauty of the world. I am not elaborating, but somewhere, somehow, responsibility is tied up with OBLIGATION.

The very first day i came to my house, my mom and sister took me for a tour around every rooms and handed over a list of  "things to do" to me. It included cleaning the ceiling fans, repairing a faulty tap, cleaning the debris from the roof top, making few more cloth lines, cleaning and arranging my table and cupboard, so and so.. I did out the easy jobs, and left the cleaning for the charwoman whom i was sure would come after a few weeks. For the following days i was the driver,...or else i would call myself "the transporter". I had to take my mom and sister for shopping, for giving vaccination to my nephew, so an so.. I enjoyed it...I remember the last week as my worst days in my life. I was very busy during the eve of my nephew's baptism - not with it's works, but with my dad's,....

My dad's friend is building an enormous house few kilometers away. We are in the business of undertaking all carpentry works necessary for it. We also have another work site approaching the dead line. Dad's friend owns a glass factory abroad and wish to include a large variety of glasses along with wooden works. He wanted me to draft some doors and a lot of window frames in CAD and send to his friend. He approached me with such an urgency, that i kept away all works associated with the following day's function. I completed on if the doors and showed it to him. He had a look at it, and stared me for a while.

"What?.."

"WHAT?!...What have you drawn?.Why are the uprights like these? I never expected you to draw like this; after all you are a civil engineer. Shame on you."

"This was how we were taught to draft."

"I'm sorry, but how can an ordinary man, for example a layman understand the joinery details?...Come on modify it as i say"....

I said no. Following few minutes were filled with arguments, counter arguments, and i finally broke into tears, not able to convince him about the way i was taught. I was exhausted with his short tempered behavior and impatience.
Finally he agreed to sit along with me and complete the drafting. I felt like i was in heaven while my dad directed my draft with patience. I always wanted him to be patient, and i believe it was my tears which brought about that change.

I did, as he said, but it took me a whole day to make up to his quality norms. Being a supervisor abroad for over 15 years, and working as subordinate under French and English superiors, there is no wonder how he became a perfectionist. But i hate perfectionism. Perfectionists always begin with criticism, than enjoying the beauty.He gave me a break and asked me to take the printouts after two days. As i had a faulty printer, I had to go from cafe to cafe in search of colour prints. None of them owned a colour printer. Finally I found a cafe, but when i reached there, i was not in a condition to touch a paper. I had been wandering all the time in heavy rain. As my dad wanted it in time, I had no option to wait for the rain to go away. Still i managed to get things done in time. When i was home, the first thing he noticed was,  it didn't have a page number. I had to rush to the cafe, number the pages and take out the prints once more. Few more modifications made my bike run a few extra miles, and i was running out of energy.

The next day, i was given the job to collect some materials for the on going work. And he wanted it quick as men were waiting for the materials. As per Building Technology and Management, we had studied that materials should always stand in queue. Here, it was just the opposite, which meant loss of money. I hurried with my bike. Few set of handles and it's bolts. I collected the pieces and came back. One item matched the specifications, while the other one didn't. It was the shopkeeper's fault. Again, i had to start my bike and rush to the shop, which was considerably far. For the following few days, this became a routine, and i didn't have time to get off from my bike. I remember one of my friend asking me " What the hell have you got to purchase these much?". I replied - " I think my dad need some lessons on inventory techniques".  I was getting exhausted day by day, and got completely fed up after few days. Just imagine yourself spending a whole day travelling wandering shop to shop. I didn't even get time to read my thrillers and magazines i had stocked for this vacation. TOO MUCH OF RESPONSIBILITIES. I building up hatred against my dad's attitude for keeping me engaged like this. So like God the creator who took rest on the  7 th day, i decided to have a break. My break was extended for few more days. Every morning, i went to church.(Better to say i was taken to church by mom and dad). I was free for rest of the day. I found it quite interesting to spend the whole day reading, deprived of all responsibilities. The next day, i fell asleep while reading and woke up late in the evening. I hate to sleep while my dad works, as it doesn't suit for a perfect son. I felt guilty. The next day, as i engaged myself with reading, i needed an outing as i felt sleepy again. I usually read while i get breaks. Even reading a thriller for the entire day won't satisfy a dynamic man. LACK OF RESPONSIBILITY - it made me sluggish.....

As my brother in law says, get occupied as soon as you pass out of college, no matter how small the job is, or else you will have a thousand ways and a thousand reasons to deteriorate your personality....Now i needed something to keep myself moving. A job indeed. I understand that being on journey and being in rest for a long time is equally boring. I need an external force- as i mentioned earlier "A job", no matter how small or big it is....So next time when you see me with a label on my forehead -"I NEED A JOB", don't laugh at me. Just think. May be we can search for a job together.

I have completed my thesis,..Now its your turn to comment...Go, rough me up...