After scavenging the streets of Lamington road, Mumbai, India after about a decade wearing my favorite Adidas and a college backpack, I was already feeling like a bumpy college kid! My college bag was full of the following items,
1. Solering Iron
2. Solder stand
3. Solder wire
4. Multimeter
5. Breadboards
6. Nose pliers
7. Stripper (No – human stripper can’t fit in my bag)
8. Male burg strip
9. Couple of LM324′s
10. Resistance box
11. Capacitor box
and finally my Macbook with Arduino DIY stickers! Phew! Suddenly, I saw a train rushing onto platform no. 2, somehow squeezed myself into the so called elite first class compartment and stood still, thinking about how the day was amazing, I totally loved the shopping list and was excited to read about basics of C and embedded C. Suddenly, my status quo was disturbed by a loud obnoxious guy speaking on his not so cool Blackberry,
Loud obnoxious guy: Arre bhai, bola na aapko paisa mil jaayega (Dude, you will get your money)
Some pissed off guy at the other end of the line: Aap chaar mahine se yahi bol rahe hain ( You have been saying this for the past 4 months)
Loud obnoxious guy: Haan, lekin abhi mere boss se approval mil chuka hain aur market bhi down tha, paisa aapko yeah mahine main pahuch jaayega (Yea, but Ive got the approval from my boss and moreover, the markets were down, you will definitely get the money this month)
Some pissed off guy at the other end of the line: Agar mujhe paisa nahi mila tou bahut bura hoga! (If I dont get the money, then you would be in trouble for sure!)
Loud obnoxious guy: Patel bhai, aapko paisa mil jaayega, tension matt lo, ab main phone rakhta hun (Patel bhai, please be tension free, you will get your money but now I need to hang up)
When he hung up, he realized that the whole compartment was staring at him. He pretended as if, he was not the one! Finally, there was silence for sometime, however now thanks to that silence, I could hear another conversation right next to me between a pretty girl and an ugly boy!
Pretty girl: I am 24 and my parents are really getting on my nerves, every single day, they ask me to have a look at a photo of a boy!
Ugly boy: —–Long prevailing silence——
Pretty girl: You don’t wanna marry me, right, you just wanna have fun…(There was a giggle around the compartment)
Ugly boy: (Realizing that he needs to speak up) – Thats not the case Preety, I simply can’t marry now, I am not even an MBA, I am earning just Rs, 10,000, how can you expect me to marry you now?
Pretty girl: (Almost in tears) – So you have to forget me!
Ugly boy: Listen its Bandra, We need to get down!
Enter Bandra – the conversation was over and so was the rush!
I was hanging at the door of the local train with Eric Johnson playing on my iPod (please don’t imitate this action, Ive been doing so for the past 12 years and am a expert), the breeze was flowing on to my mind and I had a seed for my thought, Insecurities!
I wonder, do Mumbaikars stop traveling my local trains for the fear of some terrorist attacks?
Does ISRO not stop working on PSLV for the fear of the satellites dropping from the orbit?
Does the Indian army scared of any potential attack from China or Pakistan?
What if Pakistan attacks India with some nuclear weapon or maybe a biological one? Would it attack Mumbai first? Does India stop working because of this insecurity?
My trusted and hard working product guy is researching on PWM and working with mains, does the thought of electric shock stop him from not working on the research project?
Have been playing the guitar for almost 10 years now and i still don’t have a single original with a band, should I quit and start playing in cover bands?
Ive been a failed entrepreneur all my life, does the thought of failure probe me to quit my startup?
The train had touched Andheri and my life was going on, probably, one step closer to success…

