Kolkata-Jharsuguda trip----Climax

250 kms to go and only 3 hrs left at the max for the sundown. I was befuddled by the idea of staying there but finally we decided to carry on because once we reached Sambalpur, there would not be any problem as it was came under our regime.
On the way from Keonjhar to Deogarh, there came three valley road which was thrilling to passed it which was  inevitably accident prone especially in the night, for each 5 kms we had seen different exposure of 40 kms (in total of three) death road.(reference-Keonjhar trip)

At 18:00 hrs Deogarh arrived as the valley reduced us to 50 kms/hr.

Twilight was running on its initial phase,

87 kms to go for Sambalpur ,I was pretty much sure by the road quality what we went so far that it would be covered in an hour and half at the most, but the real twist had yet to come.

 Lowering of sun reciprocates our speed, with gaining engine sound, it continuously came in our sight that road was degraded with a faster rate. After 15 kms we reached a point where the road is bifurcated, one was persisting NH6 towards Sambalpur and another one was streamed out as NH 200 directed towards Jharsuguda but was not safe as heard all though we never heard any piece of statement about the other way so we decided to carried on NH6 as one of my damn well wisher preferred that road anyways I love experiments without taking care of the consequences but sometimes it’s cost you.

18:30 hrs
We proceeded towards Sambalpur, light was still enough to getting the looks of potholes which were going worse and worst but feeling of reaching near to home made us so excited that we had started maneuvering (at the cost of low speed) from those pot holes which were of 8 to 9 inches depth, and eventually our compatibility got jerked off .Bird got overturned just over me and skidded up to 9 to 10 meters leaving me at the falling point.
Hail......... those protective wears, those were the real survivor, I was fallen down directly on my knees and elbows simultaneously but not even a single scratch I had got.
My wrist was badly injured; shirt and cargo had got beyond stitched. By the time sun was out of sight , mind was running out of ideas and freshness  needed a quick halt but finally concluded that it was better to left the wounded season and picked the bird kicked by 30 times and was taking the way. Bird’s exhaust was damaged and crash guard was almost bent by the side.
19:00 hrs
We were almost 80 kms away from Sambalpur. Proceedings were continuously loosing the rhythm, were running at total exhaust. During the whole journey it was only Nimbooz or some other soft drinks which were energizing me was out of reach there. Among those 620 kms we had traveled so far,  400 kms were almost in forest among which we had countered filling station in every 50 kms or any  drink shops. During the crash when bird got turned a high margin of petrol moved out through a small outlet which was given to prevent carburetor from being flooded by fuel, but it cost me to went in reserve after 20 kms.

60 kms to go, no filling station, reserved limit was 1.3 liters on full stretched 40 kms max.

No light, forest area was embracing deeply ,road was almost covered with streamline trees ,different kind of pot holes , it was seeming that someone intentionally broke it down ,at different stops ,vehicles were halted with their deeper on, but not always they took the sideways, sometimes they were in the middle of the road. Later I realized that they all were being hunted like me. Maneuvering still on, not for fun but to went across it. Only headlights were showing the path in the middle of the forest, different kind of hoardings were flagged uniformly with a picks of some wilds (comprises LEOPARD, ELEPHANT, and many other else which were beyond my recognition capabilities) with a Oriya inscription on it which made me feel that those ones were the owner here not me so it was better to leave it ASAP but due to fuel limitation I had restricted to optimum.

It was 1930 hrs 40 kms to go to Sambalpur. Almost 1230 hrs since we had been driving.  It was the time of next twist, after accompanying me for the last 1230 hrs since we had started our journey, my Walkman got discharged, and everything was sounded on a different tone. Different kind of living creature’s natural born sound and of my bird’s really made that place haunted, sometimes other motor also accompanied. Still it was normal to heard those sounds because I was incessantly leaving them as we were gaining miles, But my bird was not going to leave it so early ,may be it wanted to hear them crystalline. with a jerk it gave a halt in between the forest with no other vehicle around .Now there was no other motor sound, you could hear each and every sound more clearly and with more dread. I was standing with my bike with headlights on, watching around, helpless and shattered enjoying all the acoustics. Streamline trees were on mood that time .As it was the summer time. Heavy wind made them moved on a way with full sync creating amazing sound. It was sound really soothing but the feeling of the place and situation where I was standing, prevented me to enjoy that. For a while I just switched the headlights off and took a look, moon light was almost nil, the only light was on the sky were of stars, I just stretched my head and watching the sky. There was some bunch of stars which were glittering the most. I was trying to structure them, after a few seconds gazing I concluded a shape which was just like SMILEY.  

“Hmmm, someone is also here for making fun of me,” I was thinking disappointingly

But whatever the shape they made and whatever the shape I realized .one thing which was true in both the whatevers that they were looking great. A true natural beauty………………..

NOW  the kicking process started, during the trip I was used to kick it  by 20 times,  when I kicked, my hope of got start generated after 15th kick and traveled  a bell curve (inverted V),average kicking was 20 and maximum was 25,but this time I had crossed max. After 25 each kick just hit my heart beatz as I was feeling that time. With injured leg it was not much possible to carry on kicking process but situation made me all time stubborn and got the jackpot at 35.it was the experience which was etched in my memory for the lifelong.

So we were again moving, but still fuel problem encroaching my patience.

“No filling station no filling station ,what the heck happening” I was damn thrilled of not getting fuel at that time, it made me fearsome of thinking the situation standing on a road again with my 200 kgs bird without any move with a dark where even the sight of your own hand was impossible.

30 kms to go, reserved limit left only up to 10 kms. A filling station sighted…….
“Fill it” with full of happiness I showed the vendor guy 200 bucks
“Sorry sir, there had no tanker came for the last three days” my all hopes and excitement were thrashed in a single moment
 “Hey, any guessing about next station” totally exasperated words were leaving my lips
“Yeah sure Sir, it is just a while after, 10 kms only”

I was really f***** up, again 30 kicks and went for last limit …………

Hmmmm no words could be expressive to describe those 10 kms, at least not possible for me……..
9 kms over and my bird was also got over. Pushing 200 kgs bird was really awesome with wounded and over exhausted body.
Reached to next hoping station means filling station.
“Do u have it or not?”
“yes sir, how much?” how much I was happy at that moment was unexplainable it was the moment when my excitement pulled me on cloud 9 or even greater that I was thinking of kissing the guy’s bald head  but dropped it on the next moment, I gave him 200 bucks.
“How far is Sambalpur?”
“17 kms, Sir”
“Thank you”
“Sir, don’t you know about this road? no one travels here in night ”
“Is it so! next time I will be damn assured about it,.thanx again”
“My pleasure sir, have a great journey ahead”

20:15hrs
Finally we reached Sambalpur, on the way there was a tractor got its petrol tank leaked out just by the grace of these pot holes. On my mind I was just thinking about my friend‘s benevolence who suggested that road.
So when reached Sambalpur, it was a piece of cake to reached home which was 50 kms ahead I could cross it on a blind and I had done it. Meanwhile  I had took Manish from the Station as he was also out of town and I had promised him to reached Jharsuguda on the same day……………….

21:45 hrs
“Hey Tippu, what’s up”
“Hey, where are you? Keonjhar or else?”Tippu was excitingly questioned
“Just ordered, chicken munchow in Shankar, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED” I answered
“Hey, what are you saying? How come? Unbelievable!” Tippu was almost electrified
“Just as, come back, I will explained it briefly, any ways best of luck for your interview”

That was all my most thrilling ,delighted ,excited and kicked bike trip I ever experienced, had came to an end………………………………………….

23:00hrs
After dinner I was roaming on terrace ,there were vehicles pacing around the road with loads of dirt flowing all over  made the sight almost invisible just because of the reflection of light through the dirt particles coming from the street lights, so disappointingly I was  looking  at the sky, after continuous gazing it was seeming that  the  bunch of star  sparkling with utter brightness and shine  but due to ambiance light it was somewhat diminished, however I stressed myself to watched them, it was giving an impression of some different kind of structure just like an inverted bow but not clearly visible, suddenly power got off. And darkness took over the ambiance...Visibility got crystal clear .just a few seconds ago when it was almost translucent to watched. I was unable to found out what actually the imitation occurred here but now the same light made thing possible.

I was thinking that the same light which made things to watched clearly sometimes did the opposite .That amusing thought made me smile but when I looked in the sky I felt the reflection. It was the same SMILEY which was with me then, when I was in total despair  and now too when I was in total comfort. It stressed me to contemplate about the earlier realization again .

Finally I decided that now when the day with full of action was about to over, and as I was safe and my bike too so it would be better to did the end of day with a nice and sound sleep…………………………

Kolkata -Jharsuguda trip----sudden interruption

 
23/04/2010

“What will u have sir” a charming KFC attendant with sugary politeness asked me

“Well, two ginger with coke”   I replied with little bit change in accent, putting an impression

“no soda for me, I will take crusher" Tippu interrupted the luring process.

. We were in the KFC(Kentucky fried chicken) of ESPLANADE (Kolkata)

We had traveled 840 kms from Jharsuguda via Bhubaneswar to Kolkata. We were celebrated our long awaited touring mission of Kolkata trip in KFC.{reference-- http://itallstartsinthemind.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-road-again-day-1.html)

26/04/2010

“Hey what’s up? What’s the plan of getting back” Tippu asked

“It will be day after tomorrow” I answered

“Mmmmmm we have a problem here, bike is not ok, it’s self is almost failed but……………..” Tippu doubted

“But what?”

“Ummm I was wondering that would it be possible to you to have the return journey by your own without me, actually I have an interview in Chennai. And I have to be there on 29^th.” Tippu jerked me…..

“Little bit perplexing……………..well ok then …..No problem …..I will manage, but when will be your bike ready” I asked him

Tippu enthusiastically replied “don’t worry about the bike, it will be ready by then”

“Ok then, 28Th will be final” call ended

28/04/2010

Exactly at 5:00 am, Park Street, Kolkata,
I was ready, bird ready; all the extra and protective wears were set, plugged in my walkman, the finger just excited enough and press the button having the electrical signal marked on it ,the bird started roaring instead of chuckling and here the journey started after 15 secs warm up.

So me and bird (black n tough) Royal Enfield twin spark thunderbird (350 TCI) had started journey from Kolkata to Jharsuguda (Orissa).

Route was

[A]Kolkata-20,NH6-120, NH5-[B]Kharagpur-65 , NH6-[C]Baharagorah-160,NH6-[D]Keonjhar-111,NH6-[E]Deogarh-87,NH6-[F]Sambalpur-52,SH10-Jharsuguda[G]. 



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pathway

Time estimated 13 hrs including 2 hr halt. Distance estimated 615kms

We departed from Park Street leaving Kolkata passing through 2^nd Hooghly Bridge or Vidyasagar Setu and geared up on kola expressway on NH6.We were on our high spirit flying with an average of 80kmph.

NH5,6 lane highway with both sides dedicated, dividers are barricaded. Smooth road even 80kmph was too slow to match up the rhythm of its pace. Filling station in every 10 k ,mostly of HP accompanied with BP and IO.

After crossing Dankuni,there came a toll gate and we caught the NH6/NH2 highway.

At 6:00 hrs ,Reached the HP filling station, we weren’t aware about the HP system, I had asked to vendor guy about the turbojet fuel whether it was a petrol or diesel, he assured me that whatever he was filling was the premium petrol, meter was showed 55 rupee per litre

Clock was clicking 06:30 hrs we just came across that we were heading towards the Durgapur which was unfortunately just opposite to our desired direction that was of Kharagpur.

After confirmation we turned back but the self start system was just fucked up. The capacitor connecting to batteries was not working. The milestone showed the 55 mark towards the Kolkata.

So we had tried for kick but it was also not working too, it was getting jammed , I called Tippu our auto expert and gave the brief. My first question was whether turbojet was premium petrol or diesel though  I had very much assured that fuel in tank is petrol but if it was found diesel then there might be chances of seizing of engine.

One thing more :-- black bird was Tippu’s,he had previously done many more experiments on this bike, as it was given problem in starting earlier also. Already the twin spark plug had been changed, electrolyte had been filled in battery. But one thing he forgot was to topping up of engine oil.which had cost me to crawled the damn by 3 kms to nearest filling station

So after concerning, Tippu told me that turbojet was diesel but as I had driven around 8 to 10 kms after filling, it was confirmed that fuel was power not turbojet. So we then were looking after for engine oil . So now we needed engine oil of 5t grade which was difficult to found in highway. But with the help of local guys in nearby filling station we managed to found Motul 20SWE50 grade oil.

After filling, kick was smoother and after around 20 kicks engine was again getting alive

Now the time was 08:44, almost 4 hrs had been wasted in all these mess, round about 70 kms added to estimated distance, just because of wrong path.

Tippu advised me to come back to Kolkata and started it all again  from the next day. But WE didn’t want to waste any more day, so we were heading to Kharagpur 150 kms away from that point.

We reached kharagpur at 11:15 hrs, switched the NH from 5 to 6 ,and were on the way to Baharagorah which was long designated for MUMBAI.

Baharagorah  was just 65 kms from Kharaghpur  come in Jharkhand state.

It was the junction point where NH 33 was channeled out from NH 6 for Jamshedpur (Tata).

We continued with NH6 headed for Keonjhar.

The national highway headed towards the Keonjhar  comprises the outskirts of Simlipal National Park, Simlipal National Park is a national park and a Tiger Reserve situated in the Mayurbhanj district in the Indian state of Orissa. Simlipal National Park derives its name from the abundance of Semul or red silk cotton trees that bloom vividly. One can enter into Similipal through Pithabata (22 kilometers  from Baripada) and Jashipur. Similipal National Park remains open from 1 October to 15 June only. Simlipal is home to ninety-nine Royal Bengal Tigers, 432 Wild elephants. Besides Simlipal is famous for Gaurs (Indian Bisons), Chausingha, as well as an orchidarium.

At 15:00 hrs we reached keonjhar ,gave a halt for gaining some thought about the baffling which continuously freaking us out about the completion of trip

to be continued......................

KEONJHAR TRIP----beyond 200

“Hey Abir, what about Keonjhar trip”, Tippu enquired with his all time enthusiastic voice. He was leaving Odisha few days after, and just badly wanted to have his farewell trip. “Affirmative, but yaar we require some more punks, two will be so boring” I answered with jitters. “After all, A journey is best measured in friends rather than miles”. “Then go for it” When calling started, it was found that…………. Gulati-: damaged, previous trip had left him with ripped butt. Pratap-Gone case All our previous players had ripped off, we required new one but had nothing to gain for .It was seemed unable to lured things to others . But we tried and got the cake… There were so many guys who were like, just delivered the ignition and left them, reaction would be the spontaneous definitely Anyway we got what we wanted We were succeeded to convince 7 guys and paired up…

Me n Paras------------------->THUNDERBIRD (350)

Amit n Muninder--------- -->AVENGER (220)

Ganesh n Tippu------------->KARIZMA (220)

Lizin n Avik ----------------->PULSER 150

Sourav ---------------------->PULSER 180

Convincing them was not so easy but the highly awaited appraisal results made the iron red which was just on its deformation state. We did just the hit. Anyway after all these plotting we started our journey with reduced man power as on the eleventh hour the bottom layer three guys had shown their ass off So we were six then and we all were beyond 200.

COURSE WAS LIKE THAT Jharsuguda -->NH200(48kms)<-- Kuchinda à NH 200(35) <—> NH6(15) -- Deogarh --> NH6(22) <-- Barkot --> NH6(102) <-- Keonjhar(Kendujhar)

On 5^th June ’10, 0800 hrs all the hunks hit the road for Keonjhar .

All the guys except me n Tippu were going to have their first long touring experience which lift them to cloud nine including we both. Karizma was always on lead, followed by avenger and bird .Maneuvering was so easy with karizma as compare to avenger n bird, same for the avenger with respect to bird .somewhere you had to paid at least………… Though cruise bikes provided sitting comfort but where distance was very less, sports bike preferred always…………. Among all the trips we always forgot to remember that for all the happiness we were touring, was the way of travel ---not the destination. That was the all time matter, generally we toured in two and too often we were so preoccupied with the destination, we forgot the journey. That’s why our longest trip of Kolkata didn’t have any still memories in the form of snaps. But this time we were in different mood. Along the way we stopped, taking breaks, snapping around, each and everyone looking for face book picks We covered first 48 kms in an hour and reached Kuchinda (NH200), Kuchinda road had been recovered drastically; it had been undergone loads of reconstruction since from our first trip, continuously going on a high node. After having drinks and smoke we were leaving towards deogarh, another 35 kms would have been the worst road in the whole journey. Anyway within an hour we covered it with just half of the speed n one break. In next hour we reached Barkot, up till then we had accomplished 130 kms with no incident From there Keonjhar was just 95 kms away but the real thrill was yet to come…….. Around 60kms to Keonjhar, 20 kms long valley road started which were having ultimate sharp edges, made the rider incapable to watch out beyond the turns. It’s all on the driver’s capabilities as even the heavy vehicles were also running there at the normal speed from 40 to 60.It compelled us to drew attention in some points where it has engaged in many destruction (accidents) work to showed the thrill of it’s own.

Hmmmmmmmm “Beauty kills”

Whatever be the thrilling it was, was equally sharing the beauty as well. Awesome height it was maintained, on the peak we could saw up to 2000 feet down approx……..and all was greenery that could be within the aperture. There was a place called khandadhar, around 23 kms to Keonjhar which was gaining popularity for the nice waterfall. But we missed it as my bird skipped it by 14 kms. So we decided to go for another waterfall called Sunghaghra, 4 kms to Keonjhar.

It was little smaller than the waterfall which we had already skipped ,merely 4 to 5 times smaller but was good as it was still had some fall to lured visitors even though the season was totally off. And a nice pond or could be said a water storage point where bathing could be possible if anyone wanted that badly in the crystal clear water which maintained it’s crystallite by merely 1 or 2 mm. Anyway whatever be the clarity of water mattered, we went for bath, as we were well known swimmer so we drenched ourselves only up to that point where we could gripped our feet with the base.

As we followed the point once said “never loose u’r base unless u catch the flight”

But one damn fellow wanna to caught the flight that was our lord Ganesha, Was swimming nicely for two or three round. “Hey! Ganesh don’t go far, we don’t have any swimmer here “ Tippu warned him “Don’t worry man! I will manage, even I had saved my friends many a times” lord assured him. “So guys! What do u wanna to watch?”Enthusiasm flying all around from our lord……. Muninder then pushed” Go for the biggest lap affordable to u, ok man! Go to that extreme corner n return but be careful, no one here to save u” “Let u’r worry flying with me guy! I will be back in a sec” hmm that was the Ganesha. Sun was on its high point just over the head, dehydration was reaching peak, stamina going down to earth or beneath. But still against all the odds lord reached the extreme. “Hmm, still all the dumbness, the boy has the guts man, keeping the words” Muninder said “But what I think? May be, he is going, I am not sure but it seems”. “Nope! Just turning around” Tippu took the light. “Man! He is going, damn sure” Muninder shouted. “hmm! Me also think the same but may be not” Paras doubted. “But he was not shouting yaar!” Amit enquired. “Hmmm” I was still in the pond watching the action. Tippu “run man run, he is drowning”. Muninder fetched him quickly, lord was almost immersed. The only thing which we could watch was the continuous trying of gripping the rock placed near to it but seem failed all the time. I had heard somewhere “before saving anyone, first be in safe position” so I followed the words. Well that would be the GANESHA processions,Visarjan was almost done but munider made the farewell of lord Ganesha spare for some other time, HAIL MUNINDER………………….. Anyway after all this drama we reached the highly awaited KEONJHAR, hired room in PANTHNIWAS. Well what to say about Keonjhar, big town, loads of amenities, well populated. In the evening when we went out for city round. We were looking for ATM as we were running out of cash. Whole round of the town had completed but no sign of ATM,finally we considered that the people here were very attached to their traditional values, they still believed in the traditional civilization made by their father, grandfather or great grandfather who made their money withdrawal from the bank through check or withdrawal form.Anyways with the help of a policeman we managed to reached an ATM station where a healthy queue was waiting for us it’s seemed that Keonjhar had broken down it’s tradition very shortly. One more daring thing we had done to put the damn end to this trip, that was the movie, as the astonishment came across us when came to knew that movie in theatre was available only in 15 bucks, strange but true. It clearly made us understand why there was no need of automatic trailer machine as there was no need of fast cash. Anyways when we entered the theatre,an old, knocking ton I thought, off white screen may be natural or the oldest cloth available in the whole town screening “RAAJNEETI”.sound was just awesome only up to first three row, for the rest, noise had been provided. In short n sweet all though picture was released that day but the cinematography was reminded me DEEWAR OR SHOLAY,later on when I watched it on my desktop I really astonished by the power of that theatre.however the theater was houseful , HUH ! That was really GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After gone through all the wearied day we got back to our rooms and the nap was really energizing.

Next day early in the morning we got set for the return trip, I n Muninder returned to Jharsuguda for the office while other guys had went for the Khandadhar water fall.

So finally farewell trip of Tippu was getting over.

GOOD BYE Tippu.

Good bye to all craziness we have done together , to all the accidents, to all the counting meters ,to all the face book picks ,to all the madness, to all the unaffordable and unmanageable planning’s.

But things are very simple…………………

Don’t be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before we can meet again and meeting again, after moments or a lifetime, is certain for those who are just more than friends after all we have shared blood(accidents) as well as our (girlfriends)birds many a times.

HA HA ................

Take care of my KOLKATA BIRD n yourself too ,we will be united very soon for another great madness or beyond of it.

It is the end of something simple and the beginning of everything else.

SAHYOG

“Abir, listen carefully, today at 1500 hrs there will be a meeting in conference room. You ,Sourav and three of your guys will have to attend that meetings from your dept” my boss ordered me as strictly as possible.

"And don’t even think of eloping”

Hmm…………..

At 1500 hrs with dull face we reached conference room, hospitality service team were roaming everywhere arranging chairs for the meeting. Anyways we entered the room, it was empty, leaders were yet to come, and we took our seat far most from the addressing point. AC were on,Ambiance was pampering, and its pamperedness was sent us to visit the dreamland. Problems always look smaller after a warm meal and a good sleep.

“Sir, Sir………, wake up sir………..wake up…………some one is coming”Sourav knocked me.

One fatty with two linkin guys came, took a look of the conference room and then left. It was seeming like the guys were the scouts , came for the final security check. After 10 or 15 Mins Company’s CEO or the chief guest came, anyways clock knocked the 1600 hrs bell.

So as CEO with those three guys among which one was our HR head arrived, all the dignitaries of our SBU (small business unit) popped up from somewhere and took their respective seats.

Within no seconds service guys entered the room and placed the water bottles by each person, with a plate of biscuits by three or four.

Another popping up were the words from one of the HR guy with full of decency to addressee us to explain for what the hell cause we were gathered there.

It was SAHYOG—a mission or a campaign whose main purpose was to minimize the problems related with shop floor activities and the workers by getting the solution from mutual agreement of all the members who were participating in the campaign and these participants were from each level of the dept which completed full hierarchy.

And that mutual agreement was only possible when all the members support each other, to come up with ideas, to speak up with the problems whatever they had in any level.

That’s all SAHYOG was……………..

I was sitting there just watching them and realized that some kind of conflict was rolling in my mind with a little bit of thinking capability…….

Early in the morning I had some dispute with the service guy as there was no water supply in the pantry which made the workers unable to had water. That means there was no water for the guys who were working in shop floor where drinking water was must in each and every 45 mins at the least.

Ironically same guy was in the meeting, supply the sealed bisleri to each and every guy sitting there.

Every day we shouted on the services for the food quality and the quantity. In the name of breakfast we had nothing, not even any canteen which could forfeit the scarcity whereas in the meeting the same services served totally hygienic sandwiches and snacks in excessive amount.

In the time of power crisis when guys devoted their blood and sweat with the equal measures, in spite of that what they got? They had been ordered to stay more and would have to work with the same strength, for energizing, different kind of color drinks had been supplied, we used to call them cold drinks, but the supplied drinks were at the ambient temperature even hotter and it’s really even impossible to swallow it.

Whereas in the meeting we had served chilled color drinks or cold drinks.

All these incidents are nothing; we can take it in a very simple way as these things are usual in meetings, we always have to give high preference to meetings.

Well I wasn’t conflicted at all if that wasn’t happened at the same day where we gathered to discuss about the problems in shop floor.

These things bewildered me so much, each and every time since from I have joined these bullshits.

What the hell does management think about the problems, what kind of problems they want, I never understand,

Whenever these problems have taken into consideration, all the time my boss said he has nothing to do with, these all faults are from management or the administrative side, only they could rectify it.

These things really petrified me and compelled me to think that in case if anything happened to my guys what will I do what the hell should I do to minimize these problems. What kind of SAHYOG the bosses want from our side.

With all these confusion in my mind ,I decided to being wise, finished the sandwich, and took a sip, wiped out both the hands, and then go for nap with the conclusion that “to hell with this company and to great hell with the long live SAHYOG”.

After the campaign we went for GOKUL (food parlor in the town)with my guys ,and ordered for drinks and snacks. After 8 hrs of shop floor work and 3 hrs of disgusting meeting those guys were looking happy there…………………………………………………….