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Once Upon a Coin: Travelogues of Coin
Once Upon a Coin: Travelogues of Coin
Once Upon a Coin: Travelogues of Coin
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Once Upon a Coin: Travelogues of Coin

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Coin Story is all about life, its variations and spontaneity. It begins with the dramatic birth of the coin and leads to its childhood, adolescence, middle age, to its old age and finally to the end. Like every one of us a coin emotes its feelings ever since it is born and crosses over life of different people it could have been me or you or someone we all know and people who are unknown.

The book promotes the idea that there is not only the human world filled with stories, but the non-human world, or even the vast inanimate world has some feelings to share.

It is actually the human feelings, that we are prone to measure our world with. And our very own world consists of a bunch of inanimate things; our home, the furniture, books, paintings, a stream nearby or a distant mountain. We can unveil our reflection on the things we are fond of.

A one rupee coin is the protagonist of novel - which has been endowed with humane feeling. It is born someday and somewhere with many of its like. When it was brought to the outer world, it was appreciated with many a warm touch of people. It was considered to be a prized possession to them, especially the children. And during so much of financial dealings, there develops a warm bond between it and the human society.

Let the coin unfold its absorbing tale through its autobiography, Once Upon A Coin.
LanguageEnglish
PublishereBookIt.com
Release dateApr 26, 2016
ISBN9781456612948
Once Upon a Coin: Travelogues of Coin

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    Once Upon a Coin - Aditi Bhardwaj

    seasons.

    Prologue

    To the generation of – One Rupee

    Whenever I meet my old friends from college and school, we always end up admiring the age we had lived – the generation of one rupee.

    Sitting in swanky cool coffee shops and sipping expensive lattes and milk shakes we always talk about the days when we shared a cup of tea for a mere one rupee.

    Silly reminiscent of days of flavoured ice candies, spicy digestive powders and tangy tamarind sauce sold outside school gates always brought smiles that we never had despite earning in thousands and spending in hundreds.

    We are always nostalgic about that ‘One Rupee’. A friend of mine was narrating his experience of buying his new born-gifts and toys worth a fortune and remembering his childhood days spent happily stained with mud from the community garden and some paper kites, marbles and a wooden top all bought within a rupee.

    Those joys were different; those memories have stayed back with us. There has to be a reason why.

    May be the web of your life connects you with the journey of a coin – that was born like you, that grew up like you, that in all humility stole pages from your life and made it its life story.

    For all the people who remember the One Rupee coin and its role in their life!

    Happy Reading!

    CHAPTER - 1

    Coin of Destiny

    My Birth: Destiny’s Child – Survival of the Imperfect!

    It was a rainy day, and the clouds were in full roar. Lightning danced vehemently through the charcoal sky, leaving trails of silver and smoking the sky with glistening red coals. Outside the foundry gates, water raged like the waves of a stormy sea and as it shook the gates - the mighty ferrous guards trembled like a fawn caught in a chase by a hungry tigress.

    Water shoved like a rain water spring from the overhead projector light lamp. With the water drowning almost all the visible things in the guard’s room of the foundry, it seemed that the nature had unleashed its wildest fury.

    Radios and televisions flocked stories of a possible flood threat, and advised people to be cautious of the raging clouds and fuming water clogs.

    At this weathered hour I was delivered out of the womb, sealed with proud, engraved with strength, moulded with passion out of the 12 hour labour. Here I sprang out in the storming rainy night, with as many as 10,000 siblings.

    We were all the same, shinning, solid, new, breathing our existence, inside the secure and warm hug of the RBI foundry walls - protected from the nature’s rage. Beaming with pride within our crisp seal of the four lions (our historic legacy) and marked with perfection on the new nickel-chromium plate we all read 1 Rupee - Ek Rupiah, Bharat- India.

    Before we could realize and bask in our new born glory, we were set on a roller coaster ride of the final inventory check, and a speeding gadget made a quick scrutiny of our sanity.

    9999 coins counted and checked OKAY in less than 3 minutes but the machine almost came to a startle, on the last coin – the buzzer beeped loud, the display panel on the left top, flashed Error!!!

    The inspectors-in-charge were eagerly waiting for the final count to close and pass the lot. They were eager to call it a day and were worried enough on their chances of making it to home while the sky continued to roar. The sudden noise from the machine and error information disrupted the conversation that Mr Tariq Ansari, Prabodh Gupta and Shamsher Khalid were having.

    Oh! What’s up with the coin, caught in the machine? Quite unlikely, after we installed the new machines. This is almost after 5 years that I have seen such a discrepancy caught in the casting and making of the coin, said Khalid, as he speeded towards the machine.

    Looks fine to me, not sure what’s up with the machine! inspected Mr. Khalid, as I freighted in fear and sweated from the machine heat in his trembling hands.

    A violent thunder struck and the ventilator glass broke into pieces.

    It is raining hell today, burped Mr Ansari. Let me see what the problem is! Come Gupta lets inspect.

    Here I shone in the soft and wobbly hands of Khalid Khan and then passed through his peeping eyes narrowed on my little spherical body as he pointed me against the giant overhead flash light.

    Here Gupta, take a look. I see no fault with it. May be we should get the computer checked, A loud roar shook the windows as Khalid passed me to Gupta. I was praying hard in my heart to be spared, I was eager to see the world and did not want to end up my journey in the foundry. That very moment electricity went off with a thunder and its deafening noise shook Gupta’s large cylindrical fingers.

    Thud! Thud!! Thud, I slipped over the solid tray, glided over the greasy machine slide and there I joined my 9999 siblings again. May be God had listened to my prayers.

    Damn where did it go? shrugged Gupta, as Khalid and Tariq wondered on what took the backup generator lights to come up.

    Here comes the electricity! chuckled Gupta, Khalid and Tariq.

    Mercy! The coin has fallen in the lot again. Will we have to run them through the machine again? asked Gupta

    Forget it my dear, the coin looked perfect, it must be some random error with the computer, answered Khalid.

    Yeah and anyways the other 9999 coins have been tested okay. Let’s call it a day and have some tea, suggested Gupta.

    Alright then, here I pass the lot and the day ends. I am dying to eat something, let’s quickly go to the canteen, opined Khalid.

    It seems difficult to leave for home, in this stormy weather but… – echoed Tariq’s words as they left the room and here I lay hidden somewhere in the lot.

    Generator failed out again minutes later, and the foundry encompassed in darkness.

    Computer running on the UPS backup displayed - Error! Deformity 201 – coin not completely spherical the coat has rice grain mark under the Ashoka sign.

    The computer screen started dimming, and the system displayed low battery sign. In the dark room the smell of grease, nickel, ammonia, iron and dampness of the air, perfumed a majestic aura. The human mind replica slowly went to sleep. The skies outside cleared and cool breeze started soothing Mother Nature.

    With my head dug down under, here I was reborn on the same night - a coin which is not supposed to be, which is technically incorrect and an underdog that actually is not actual!

    Chapter’s take away –

    Birth is predestined -it is the first time life chooses you and you don’t choose life!

    "Life is a precious gift. Often we crib about life and how unfair it has been, but we forget the mere fact that we got a life, a miracle of nature; and whatever be the reason for our complaints we should always look at the brighter side of it.

    The moment the coin was rejected by the machine – it feared of its existence and was unsure of its fate. Luck and destiny’s game plan brought it to life. The same way we are born with our share of luck and everyone except us has hopes and dreams for us

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