Ramzaan Days

Although I am going to talk about Ramadan in its last phase (Akhiri Asra- as our religious genius calls it), the sense of sanctimony is somewhere missing out of me this time. Earlier same Ramadan used be a font of joy for me but pragmatism of the situation has engulfed my elation, holding me to have more of my mind towards my career and job rather than enjoying the festivity of the ongoing carnival of Muslims. The days of pious fervour began on 23rd of sept 09, though the aura and aroma of this exotic session had excited me at its start but the churn caused by hectic schedule of the program, that I am undergoing, was also at its peak causing differentiation of my mood from feeling its real essence. Meanwhile some of my friends namely, Ganesh, Shivani and one more guy (my IPM friends know him) got their final placement call from a FMCG company giving them a timing edge, further added up to the worrisome story of mine. Well, it’s not that I am dismayed out of it, but the thing is that time is running at an alarming speed and I am still apprehensive about the level of preparedness on my part giving me notional thought about my level of readiness to face the situation yet to follow.
This is merely momentary apprehensions caused by my inability to perceive the future and lack of experiences as my friend Nikhil D. implied about me and my situations on the basis of one of my earlier post claiming this as dialectics of life, I am still amazed in my inability to find what all better situations are yet to be exposed before me. Nikhil please see if you can help.
And yes, meanwhile I found some special, in fact some unusual characters, who all had been mate in this sacred voyage for whole period of Ramadan. Starting with Shadab Ahmed, a Kumbhakarna personified character with his solid Islamic beliefs, making him the person closest to me during this journey. Then comes the talk of an obvious diplomat and proponent of practical Islamic view and a very special character Md. Noor Islam, you can see his name itself reflect how Islamic he is. There were few smart and fanatical juniors of our college, all of them collectively and rightly defining that yes every individual is unique, among them I would first like to talk about Md. Azharuddin, unpredictability at its best, and then is Mr Javed Arif, Mr Fresher of IPM and Darshil, what his friends call him out of love. He is an entertainer, a joker and yes a good cricketer, Man of the Series of Nagesh Memorial Tournament. And here comes the name of a very intense, recluse guy and an addict of yahoo messenger, Md. Absar. There were few more people who had coupled me during this religious ride, one of them is Mr Vakil shahab of IPM, Kuldeep Sharma, he always used to wait for Aloo ke Pakode, that Satpal use to make for us. And, another one was Vikas, he used to remain wake through all night and almost every night for whatever thing Satpalbhai used to cook for us for sehar. And most sad story is related to warrior Tapan Ray, who used to fight against his sleep for whole night till sehar for having those items which were being offered to us during those days, but you know he could not have those things because he tended to sleep just before our time of taking sehari.
Things are on their way yet to get accomplish and the mixed sentiments keep me occupied with varied thoughts.