A day and night full of terror + horror

All contents of this post are based on real events that happened to me on 12th February 2015.

Let's cut the chase to 2:30PM, it's time when I leave home for the office. I've to cross the border and enter Gurgaon so I prefer public transport to avoid traffic. I took a bus to the Kapashera border then as usual a shared cab for the cyber city. The cab covers the whole of udyog vihar then comes cyber city. So as the journey started we saw people rushing in our direction in bulk. I better mention that on a normal day no one gives a shit and no one talks to anyone. In about 2 minutes we saw a huge number of people rushing or you can say running in our direction, we saw blood on some people's faces and clothes. Everyone was wondering what happened is it a riot or something. We tried asking people but they wouldn't talk just told us to turn around they were beating people ahead. A returning driver told our driver to take another route from Ram Chowk but our driver was kinda brave or stupid I'm still confused. He didn't back off. Meanwhile, people were still running. I better mention udyog vihar is an industrial area with a huge number of laborers working there. Finally, we turned around since the road was blocked. We took the Ram Chowk route there were Police in one street blocking the way but then later I first time witnessed Public Outrage, a factory or building I don't know it's next to the NIIT building was in terrible condition. I'll describe it but inside the cab, one supercool dude with his fancy SkullCandy headphones was scared to hell continuously asking the driver to drop him. And everyone was talking to everyone like best friends.

This is what Human nature is, fear brings them together. So at the speed of walking pedestrians, we crossed that trouble-making building, actually, a worker died there so all the other workers were destroying the building, an Omni van and a truck were destroyed already. I saw people beating other people as we crossed. You wouldn't know the feeling anytime a stone could break our window but thanks to god we successfully crossed it. Later we saw some police vans coming. It was a relief that it'll come to an end soon.

On 13th February I'd learn that " The quiet boulevards of Udyog Vihar, the manufacturing hub in Gurgaon, resembled a war zone on Thursday as nearly 1,000 industrial workers went on a vandalism spree from factory to factory, damaging machinery, burning cars and bikes and smashing furniture. Eleven factory buildings had suffered various degrees of damage and at least 100 cars were targeted, some of them upended and set on fire along with bikes in the middle of the road, resulting in losses worth crores. Several policemen and factory workers were among the injured." As quoted by Times Of India.

That was a real happening event but in the office, I went through some horrific episodes. It's more like a myth or something. But the 5th floor where I work is said to be a haunting place. 90% of staff leaves at 6 pm which leaves an empty floor. I didn't even notice it was scary until someone mentioned it. So it's like lights out you're all alone going to the washroom. Everything is pretty huge and window curtains sound, that electric sounds from machinery, doors closing after a while you open them, the reflection in glass walls, empty seats. It all was suddenly in my mind and a few stories were told to me like the sound of anklets, toilet flushing even doors open, and the eye of a girl in a picture(A picture that said don't waste food with a girl looking at you with a plate in her hand). I was still in shock from the afternoon's incident and this scary shit was on my mind. I'm talking 12:20am it's actually scary. I felt it tonight, all other days when I used to roam around these empty corridors fearlessly were gone. I was scared and that scene from Annabel when during the kitchen fire the lady is pulled back was on my mind out of nowhere still at lightning speed I made it back to my department.

Now the office cab dropped me home at 1:05AM, it's a farmhouse with lots of trees and on the left side there's agricultural land the farmhouse. I entered the farmhouse the guards closed the gates behind me. I started walking, and I heard an anklet sound, I stopped that very moment, and looked back I was at a distance of about 100 meters from the gate. The guards asked what happened sir I said nothing. The same thing happened again I wanted to turn around and ask one of the guards to escort me home but due to my ego, I didn't. I walked in that terrifying sound for 200 meters approximately only to discover it was the sound of two coins in my pocket. I was relieved, I had to walk 800 meters to reach home once I enter the farmhouse so I increased my speed and reached the checkpoint, the guards had their bonfires going on. The last thing, I swear to god there was a cat on our door I almost got a heart attack but she ran away.

Here I am safe and sound at home. it's 2 AM, and the conclusion is, your thoughts become reality. The more you think about something the more it bothers you.

Vivek Choudhary

What is a luxurious life ?

I'll never forget this day in my life, it was 12th December 2014. The month in which we worry about where to go on New year's eve, how to celebrate etc. But what happened to me was an experience, an encounter with reality that changed my mind forever.

So I went to this Government bank for some work regarding my account, we all know how government banks employee are, I'm not saying all of them are the same but the majority goes with rude, frustrated, damn slow employees. They made me stand for a while, I waited patiently because anger or attitude in such places only makes it worse. These two ladies were too slow and giggling around working and gossiping in between. Recently Jan Dhan Yojna was launched so I saw many poor people come in and bank employees treated them like slaves, "bola na baad me aana" "Abhi tak yahin khadi hai, nikal yha se" "is form me yhan ye kaun likhega" and the guard was like "aye kahan Ja rha h" and many more lines were said to them as if they all are terrorist or some species that don't deserve to have a bank account.

One lady politely told me to wait for 10 minutes. I sat on the chair, and at least 6-7 illiterate and very poor people came to me one by one asking me to fill in the slip which is used to deposit money. They had cash like 10rs and 50rs notes mostly. Amounts were 500, 600, 1500, and 2000 at most. I filled out their slips and they thanked me. I felt so good. This was the first time I could feel the emotions behind their simple thanks ( they didn't say thanks literally but they folded hands, smiled, and babuji, sir was used to addressing me) I was happy for them.

After an hour (they told me 10 minutes), I was still waiting. Then a guy appeared, he was nearly 38 or something, he was wearing a jacket that was torn from several places his trouser was very loose his belt was tightened so that the trouser doesn't slip away, his hair was messy, he was sweating, probably he walked or ran from quite a distance. He came to me and asked me to fill out the slip, the time was 3:45pm. He showed me an ID card, and to fill in the name that's on the card, he was working as a field laborer at a factory. I filled in the slip the money was 6500, I counted and sent him to the counter.
The madam at the counter was a girl 24-25 I guess. She straight away told him to go back as the time for transactions is over, and she can't submit money now. The guy with swollen eyes begged her to submit the money, he told her that his daughter in Bihar is very sick and needed medical attention, government hospital ain't helping. She still said no but the guy kept insisting and finally burst into tears, seeing this the girl said "Karlo emotional tum" and finally took the money.

The guy returned to me after the transaction, he sat near me, not on the chair but on the floor, I requested him to sit on the chair beside me but he refused and sat on the ground in a squatting position. He said folding his hands "babuji dhanybad, meri bachi bimar h, Ghar paise bhejne the, tankha 8000 boli thi sahib ne par keh rhe the pf k paise or in kapdo ko paise kaat k 6500 milenge is mahine, Subah se mang rha tha ab Jake 5900 diye, 600 rupe mene bacha k rakhe the wo mila k paise Ghar bhejen hain, dua krna Bachi k liye, bhgwan apko khush rkhe"

English Translation, "Sir thank you so much, my daughter is very sick, and my salary was decided 8000, but they said I will get 6500 after deducting pf and these clothes compensation, after asking too many times since morning he handed me 5900, rest 600 was my savings that I'm sending along, please pray for my daughter, god bless you"

And then he walked away, and many hours later, I was thinking about his problems and his family. This was the first time I learned how much a 10rs note matters to them, I smoke 8-10 cigarettes in a day and 1 cigarette costs me 10rs. My salary is 4 times his and I'm just 23. My dad and my sister are working and they earn way more than me. I've luxuries like vehicles, guards at home, my own house, and a job in an MNC.
I realized how blessed I am and how hard these people work. I have no right to be sad just because I couldn't get a ticket to a movie, or I missed my favorite TV show, or my phone battery dying too soon.

I learned life didn't give you everything you wanted. But it already gave you what you need.
So, I request you all to help people in need and appreciate what you already have.