Raman Bhasin

Among the smoothest characters I have seen on earth is Raman Bhasin.

I always got from him and never really gave much. He was very respectful and never showed any disrespect towards me that I did not deserve. I lived with him as friend for 11 years.

I remember Wajid (I may not remember his name correctly) in Hyderabad when I remember Raman. His sincerity to friendship is rare. He too never asked for anything except friendship without any material demand. I shamefully remember that he took me to Hyderabad markets for many hours to buy a replacement top of Ice bucket which did not buy because of price. I broke it at Koka Ravindra's party and promised to replace it. Kranti just merely pointed out to me I have spent Wajid Gas for INR 100 for evaluating INR10 Plastic Container Top.

Raman I met on my first day at ABC. He was errand boy Hari singh with remarkable personality. His commitment to his family and friends and his job that demanded too much. He never said no to any impossible to meet demand. Once after car repair we started to go home at late evening. When my car wrongly repaired for brake could not go even one mile. It took about 6 hours to reach home. I do not what I would have done was he not beside me.

Hari Singh was pursuing a tall Bengali Married Woman. Raman commented in a straight face about this non-matching couple.

When Toe to toe the nose is in. When Nose to nose, the toe is in.

One other unforgettable words of him:
bhagte huen langoti bhi acche
meaning, if you got the underpant of the thief you could not catch, you may celebrate

Another time he had an accident when he was going on a bike through narrow busy Atta Market in NOIDA. Two bulls were fighting and Raman was thrown into the road. I jokingly commented perhaps Raman's attention was elsewhere looking at some maiden.

Ever since I married to Kusum I have become color blind.

Kusum his wife was an Ex police.

I guess he has migrated to Australia and has changed his profession and become computer professional.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I hate losing

Being an intelligent person, I cannot accept losing. I also understand anybody or everybody when he or she burst out when comes across loss. It is about impossible for anyone to accept loss as loss and do nothing to make up for the loss. One suffers many years trying to recover loss - me included. Being intelligent is a loss of innocence. To recover innocence is many decades struggle. The struggle does not end with innocence but something else. Memory just does not disappear. Essential characteristics of an individual is kept in safe memory that is not part of body. It is inner mind and creator. creator builds a new world using that. Yagnavalkya's riddle refers to the same. He asked this question to all, know-er of Brahman regarding immortality of Antaman or inner mind. How come a man is reborn again after death? Man is not a tree, that it comes back to life again after it cut down from its root. Human body is burnt and destroyed after death. How then one is reborn? Where is h...
Read more

June 8th

My world revolves around June 8th. I was born in 1950 June First. Exactly 6 years earlier my brother Kamal was born on 8th June. Both of us born on Thursday. On 7th June 2012 when Kamal I called him Chhorda died after completing 68 years. I am 68+ today. On 1988, 8th June we, Chhorda me and two of his Bridge friends were waiting room outside operation theater for my son to be born. We did not his sex. It was great storm outside. I never witnessed such a storm in my life. Name of the nursing home was EveLand Nursing Home. We waited and waited. At 12:10 AM on 9th Soham was born. But he remained critical for 11 more days. On Seventh June of 2012 I was woken up from sleep by phone call from Chhoton that Chhorda has died. I never expected such a outcome. Then for many hours I remained awake being told the struggling doctors trying to revive him. The worst experience of my life. I am for last few days seeing TV serial Parts Unknown of Anthony Bourdain. I shall be re-seeing the sam...
Read more

History

Most interesting thing about history, say Baburnama, when I read, I live a life of me 6 centuries from now. I do not think or see with the eyes of who wrote that with words known to him with whatever he meant. Then the same writing went through several translators how they understood it in their then context. I cannot bridge the gap. However I read and retain in my memory as per the cook who is cooking me for past 68 years or more through many life times. What purpose? Ancients tells me in one word - no purpose. No reason. The cook who is cooking me has no objective. Here is my belief. I do not believe this. He cooks me - my beliefs are my bones my perceptions are my flesh. When the cooking is done he devours me. He picks bones that he cannot does not like and makes me more or less or different beliefs I come back on earth to grow - farmed and cooked for his supper. It all depends on how much and what he likes of me. I shall have a life again to be farmed and cooked. Lif...
Read more