After the comparitively successful runs of most of the series including Rl mms, mallu in the big city and all in cowsegg here comes yet another boring saga of stories.I would like to call it 'a CDC tale'.
Its the tale of how much my dear dad suffered (its so hard even to imagine, I am telling you) so that my Continuous Discharge Certificate cum seafarer's identity document (CDC) got the approval from Mumbai MMD.
It began exactly 18 years ago when my dad admitted me in Kintergarden.When he told my date of birth to the school authority, he made a small but terrible mistake.Instead of my birthdate which is the 11th of May, he said 16th (getting confused with my bro's DOB which is 16th of Aug).When he did, he never would have imagined the annihilation which was just being unleashed.He has regreted that careless mistake almost one million, 7 lakh ,18 thousand, 4 hundred and 8 times already even after everything was set right and I got the CDC.
When I completed tenth and applied for the transfer certificate, the variation came into our notice.When we mentioned the case to the headmaster, he replied that nothing can be done to that effect by the school and it should be corrected in the proper channel after getting due approval from the government He also added that there would be no need to do that and the five days gained may come in handy sometime or the other in life.The birth certificate was not being asked for as a supporting document for any purpose during that time.Thus we took his word for it and completely left the case.
Nothing was wrong till I joined college and reached the second year of my course.it was the time when everyone applied for passport in RlINS.By the time, the Kerala government had made it a rule that candidates born after 1988 have to produce thier birth certificate as a supporting document while applying for P.P.Well, well, well..My goddarn certificates had a variation in DOB and boy were I in trouble?It was where it all began.The beginning of the end......
(Wait for the real action)
ITS REALLY GETTING OUT OF HAND, EVEN RECOMMENDATIONS FROM MASTER MARINERS ARE NOT HELPING
What are we supposed to do dear management?The next batch of cadets will pass out in one month or so and there is not even a glimmer of hope yet of finding a job.There is no door left to knock and let me remind you that we are not aspiring actors looking for a chance to act.We paid more than 9 lakhs and toiled day and night for three years without good food and freedom.When even guys with BA and BCom are finding jobs (atleast for namesake) we would have to rob banks or be fortunate enough to win a lottery to find the four lakhs bribe for agents.Can you take some action so that we could atleast get our degree certificates?
This is a democracy and there is a law system here.Its high time you guys take some steps to get us placed.You cant always blame it on the bloody recession.Last month I met a second engineer who is working in Maersk.He is a distant relative of mine and an experienced seaman who often takes his family onboard.You know what he told me when I requested him to recommend me in his company? He told straight away that Maersk is selecting cadets only from AMET.When I insisted, he sent a mail to his boss who reverted back from Copenhagen in a matter of minutes that there is no way.
The list of cadets returning home after spending fruitless months in Mumbai is vast.One shipping company manager who promised me of a job within 2 weeks when I met him 8 months ago is still lost in thought(lol, I dont know why else he isnt replying).One another person working in the field said his company is only selecting cadets from Great eastern pre sea institute.Even after my uncle (who is a friend of this guy for more than 40 years) requested him many times, he flatly said not possible.Its like my life will end waiting for the odd phone call which would never come.When I met another Master mariner working for Reliance (gas tankers which sail close to Indian coast) he advised me not to lose hope.When I saw him for the first time, he was confident that he can find a way.But after 6 months he has nothing more to say.
An agent whom I met two months back promised me a ship in 2 days for 4 lakhs.After the 9.5 I had already spent, how can I even approach my dad with the issue.These are the heartbroken quotes of a desperate youth who has the hope of many lives on his shoulders.Open your eyes and see dear management and tell me what I should do....
THANKYOU DEAR READERS, YOU MADE MY DAY....
Hearty thanks to each and everyone of you viewers for making this simple blog a success.When our extravagant platform completes the probationary period, I am in awe at the popularity of the blog.Like I have told many times before, when I began this venture I had only three posts ready at hand.Lord krishna's blessings are the only supporting factor that helped me in finding topics to write on and eventually finish the works.I also make use of this occassion to thank my friends in facebook and the cadets of RL institute who received this blog as their own.
It all began with a newspaper report about blogging written by a guy who quit his high earning job abroad to become a full fledged blogger.The first hurdle i had to outrun was the six months probation which exist in India and China.As per my virtual mentor's article, almost a post daily was required in the first six months.Even after working in a press from 10 in the morning to 9 at night for five of the six months I managed to find 120 of them.Though not all of them became a sensation, atleast 10 of them crossed 1000 pageviews.It was also fun trying hard to meet the target
Many writeups came from the maritime sector and experiences from college.The series by name Rl mms boosted the blog greatly and I am planning to publish a book out of it.All the episodes of the Mumbai travelogue, WWE extracts, Computer guides and others too were recieved well.As the first milestone is well past and clear i am joyful at heart at the success of this little yet fun packed initiative (I guess so, lol).At this moment I am also announcing the decision to make the blog public.Anybody who is interested to publish their own posts in our blog can come forward and share it to anandkinayath@gmail.com, so that it can be uploaded under your name.Hope this blog becomes eternal and continue performing upto the expected standards in the future.
Thank you very much everyone...Love you all......
AVG ANTIVIRUS AND PC TUNE UP(FREE VERSIONS) SUPERBLY IMPROVES YOUR PC PERFORMANCE, TRY IT NOW.
Well, you gotta believe this buster.if you dont I will pack my 9 year old PC and parcel it to your home so that you can experience the magic for real.My good old ENIAC is simply on a role.I still cant digest the magic that just happened yesterday.The first thing I did was install an AVG 2012 free version in my system.My slow running computer (256 MB RAM, Pentium D and 40 GB HD) usually took minutes before responding to even a single click.When I did a specific scan on my C drive (drive which contains the OS folders) it detected 1514 viruses.
The program automatically deleted all the trouble makers and there was an option to analyse the PC's performance in order to fix for errors.Almost 47 errors were recorded out of four categories including broken folders, installation errors and so on.In order to rectify those faults a PC tuning software is needed.There was a link in the antivirus itself to download AVG PC tuning software(8 MB).I did it and the application scanned the system, diagnosed what was wrong and fixed all of them.
When I uninstalled both the antivirus and the tune up (as my computer cant afford to keep them running all the time thanks to her old age ailments) and restarted my system it was simply unbelievable.To tell you the truth, I was really shocked.Its just so goddarn fast.Wow!!!thanks a lot AVG.YOu did a fantastic job.ALl of you should try this at once to realise what miracle just happened to me.This is not an ad or anything but something deep from my heart.And if you dont get any result at all honestly, then I will probably quit blogging forever.
IS THE WORLDS MOST PROFESSIONALLY PLANNED & EXECUTED SHOW FOR REAL?
In this episode we will have a look at the most silly performers that the WWE have hired over the years to make sudden impacts.For the past many decades, numerous masked men have ruled the ring with thier mysterious air and appearance.Those dramatists(the company as a whole) made a hell lot of money inducing fear and manipulating the spectators' craze towards suspense.The long list of mysterious superstars range from Kane, Undertaker, Gangrel, Mick foley, Hurricane to Boogeyman.Lets begin with the big red machine, the funny eyed, Kane.
When I was a small kid, kane used to be someone whom I was really afraid of.His 7 feet frame, mysterious mask and curls and the haunting gossip stories spread by the commentators regarding his background induced tremendous fear in me.He was one of WWE's hugely popular superstars and his ferocious moves were worth watching.After many years(more than 15 I guess) he removed the mask.That was a huge mistake and what remained was a bald guy with ugly teeth, funny eyes and a pot belly.He spoiled all the ghastly reputation he earned and became a laughing stock among crictical viewers.As shameless and foolish that one can get, he once again put on the mask and is trying in vain to regain his lost throne.It was such a silly episode and lacked professionalism that they so proudly boast of.
Similarly one another superstar(Ex to be accurate) tried to terrify the audience by drinking a thick red liquid and spitting it out in to the air as if it was blood.I still have no idea as to what they meant with that move.He used to wear two plastic vampire teeth also and overall had a terrifying air (atleast to kids and old ladies).His entrance to the arena was most comical.They were trying to create an impression of gangrel rising from fire but even little children could guess the trick.When he came to the ring he had nothing to perform.he simply had no wrestling skills (acting skills infact) and it was such a waste of time watching him crawl all over the ring eating punches and kicks.
(Got more of these too)
Thus poor old Mallu was all alone in the big city and it was my first time too.I tried calling a (so told) friend of mine who is a resident of Mumbai, but the guy told a rubbish excuse for not being of help.My conscience didnt allow me to trouble my uncle yet again on a working day.So without much ado I got out and set off in the direction of Andheri.My caring auntie gave me a bunch of tickets so that there would be no need to stand in queue for a long time to buy them.SHe advised me to punch the coupon from ticket validating machines which would be kept at the entrance to most railway stations.The ticket wouldnt be valid if not punched and she reminded me once again to be extra careful.
The first thing I did was to catch a red coloured city bus(a really old assembly of wheels,aluminium and a motor from best buses) to Andheri east.There were no direct buses from Bandup gaav to Andheri west.The buses in Madurai were the only lemons worse than those in Mumbai.But with the advent of low floor buses, MAdurai is not the same anymore.Even push-pulls and A/C buses are already on the road there).After getting off in the bus depo, I queried many passers byas to how to reach infinity mall area.Following the generous instructions (I had a really bad feeling at that instant about my state Kerala and the fellow mallus who will try their best to mislead whoever asking for instructions), I climbed up to the nearby flyover and walked in the direction of Andheri west bus depo.
When I reached the shipping company office, to me utterest disappointment, the person whom I was about to meet was not at station.The receptionist told me that he may return in the afternoon.Though desponded, I collected the phone number and took a quick decision to proceed CST wards to meet the other fellow.I entered the Andheri west railway station but coudnt locate a Coupon Validating Machine.Without noticing the danger I was about to step into, I proceeded further inside the station.I made up my mind to ask thefirst person I see about the device and the first person to come in my line of vision was a North-East looking guy in some uniform.To my bewilderment, the guy asked me for a ticket.I showed him the bunch of tickets, but he said in a harsh tone that it was not punched and thereby not valid.Ooopsie!!!!!!! I was in deep trouble indeed.He shoved me inside his office and asked me to pay a fine of 670 Rs.(Dont know what all categories constituted such an amount).
Even after understanding the mistake I had committed, I was not ready to pay the fine without a fight.I told him that I didnt know about the punching crap and I thought I just had to tear a ticket from the bunch to the checking inspector.I added that back in my state Kerala, there is no such system.To that he hit back saying "is it allowed in Kerala to enter a station without platform ticket or travelling ticket?".I again said that it was my first time in Mumbai and I had the ticket bunch too.He replied that law is law and I should pay the fine.I started in another route saying that I didnt find any machine as I came in from the road straight to the platform.I showed the bus ticket as proof.He checked the ticket but was not in a mood to leave me alone just like that.I even tried to soothe him by greeting in Nepali, "Kastho cha??" I asked and "I am fine" he replied in English with a wicked smile and went on with his boring lecture about how strict the railway rules were these days.
Still I tried my best to prove my innocence and the argument went on for more than 40 minutes.Then I got a cue that he was ready to spare his whole day quarreling with me but i had to reach CST, come back to Andheri and then to Bandup before it got dark.I shifted to the pennyless chap role and showed my empty purse and pant pockets.He was smart and noticed my ATM card and showed me an ATM nearby.Without having another minute to waste in there I gave him all the 300 bucks that I had and whispered in a depressed tone that there was no money in my account.As he was about to sign the reciept I quickly told him that I had no money left with me and I had to reach Bandup area.I was visibly in the verge of tears and seeing my depressed condition his cruel heart relented a bit.
He gave back 150 Rs( the fifty came from his purse, giving an indication of where all the money collected as fine went at last).When I hurried to find a train heading towards CST, I had no time at all to repent my misadventure.....
(Not over yet)
