Her name was Vidya, Vidya Agarwal (name changed). I first met her in my chemistry tuitions. It was not like I was watching her for the first time in my life. Her house was very close to mine. So I saw her many times in our society. Ohh I forgot to give you a background. Ok so here I start building the base for this story.

Till 10th I used to spend all of my time at home itself. I guess I was known by no one in my society. Then eventually I started spending some time with other guys of society. I started playing cricket in ground of Govt. Girls high school which was right in front of my house. I can totally understand that sarcastic….

Here I will start with an unpleasant incident that happened some nine years back. It was a normal day till evening 4 o’clock. As a daily routine, I went to the field in front of my home to play cricket. It was just start of the game when we heard some noise from a house adjacent to the field. We run towards the house. And then what we saw was horrifying. Head of a child was kept on the stairs of that house. Yes it was just a head. Even today I can clearly recall that innocent face. That was not more than 2-3 weeks old kid. Boy or girl I was not able to figure out…..

Yesterday i was in a party organized by Satyam. It was only for healthcare and life sciences people. So it was not a very chaotic and fish market kind of party. People were invited with their family. But since i am still single, i went with my other single colleagues Prashant and Santosh. Just to let you know i am not a party person. I rarely attend parties and try to avoid them most of the time. This is because i just hate being in a crowd and feel really bored in such formal parties. And this party was not an exception…..

There are many such restrictions that are continuously transforming me from a human to machine. Many of us are in this same situation and feel the same. Some will disagree for sure. They might be lucky enough to be in first category or they are very much used to be like this only. People do adjust themselves according to the circumstances but somewhere in the mind they do realize that they have lost to life. Life is asking them to do something different. Something that we love to do, something we are passionate about but we are continuously doing something else in repetitive manner just like a machine.