Library corridors..

Clinging to something not meant for you can drain so much of energy, but who decides that it is not for me, so let it go..this was the message  I got long back from a very close friend of mine while preparing for my competitive examinations, after watching me go through strenuous library routines for three years in one go while my hubby and child passing their time in the campus lawns. I understood what she meant, but I had no choice. What will I do without a post-graduate degree, where will I go leaving my family, and innumerable questions which had no answers made me devote more hours to books which I must confess I had started detesting..Still in the heart of hearts I was hopeful my days will certainly change for better..I never allowed myself to feel let down and participated in almost all the literary competitions held by LAM club (Literary and Magazine club), and there is no doubt, this boosted my morale..
When I look back, it makes sense that there is nothing which is not meant for you, its the amount of efforts plus the aptitude that counts..The corridors of library and reading room witnesses hundreds of students slogging late nights every year, hold a special warmth, a cozy den, the best place to meditate into your most boring books and finally come out with flying colors..A perfect nostalgia, I would never wish to part with memories of those days..They always keep me going!

An Assistant in need..

Now, that was simply too much for me..that too  first thing in the morning to face on the first day of the week. As I parked my vehicle in the departmental parking, I knew I was 15 minutes late, but still in time for attending the due seminar. Before I could think any thing else while getting hold of all my belongings out of the back seat, the peon came running to me, "Ma'am is calling you..", and without looking at my face full of exclamation marks he was gone. My steps directed themselves to the first floor where one of my colleagues sympathetically asked me to go as students of Lab Technology were creating chaos in the corridor..Oh, I was in dire need of an assistant to remind me oft and on that I was  In-charge of these students, my brain cells cried for help. 
I grabbed the practical file and rushed to the demonstration room where thirty or so girls and boys of the first year degree batch were busy in their own gossips reminding me sheep without their shepherd.
When the class was about to attain its one hour due completion after an enduring demonstration notes' session on blood sugar estimation, about four or five students started heading for the exit. It was enough for me to throw a fit, and mark them as absent for the day, though later they explained their genuine reason that they were physiotherapy students mistakenly attending the class.
Not to mention the meeting with the Head, it was somewhat shorter and sweeter than what my expectations were. My wish got fulfilled before asking, I had been given a sub-ordinate for help!

Sundays..

The smell of roasted chicken filled my nostrils just in time when my attention span and typing speed were at their peak..it really disturbed me like hell..at last my meditating spirits failed to cooperate and I was drawn out of my cocoon to enter the kitchen downstairs..It's not that I don't relish such feast, but it was enough to cause my mood swing as my work upstairs still demanded more time.
My hands and the sharp knife gained enough chopping synchronicity to hand over a bowl full of completed onions, green chilies, ginger, garlic, tomatoes along with direly required spices..soon everything browned in the hot oil and churned well in mixer, again brought and mixed with the roasted dish..well, I left the remaining work to be handled by my better half of life again to face the computer screen, muttering some non-legible words which I dare not share with myself at the moment.
Anyways, I've to again resume the left over work while my passion waits upstairs to get things done..which I keep hoping..till then,
Have a Nice Sunday!

Keep surprising...it's life!

Sometimes a pensive mood can make you dull and boring, and at times you just press a 'push' button of yourself to make yourself keep going. Some times it works, at other times you may scold your self saying, "Oh, let me be what I am at the moment..."..to feel the feeling, good or bad and accept it from the heart, relieves a lot of stress of unnecessarily keeping yourself normal... Meditating on such hopeless thoughts, I drove past familiar lanes of the city trying to read each and every sign board at the red lights which normally I either just assumed or ignored their existence...I diverted my stream of thoughts to make myself realize asking,  am I not blessed enough to breathe at this moment, am I not healthy at this moment, to see this day where people are around me, no matter they are strangers to me, still to be surrounded by humans, is it not fair enough..this city in which I dwell since last ten years, is it not my own..

Such thoughts slowly drove me out of my previous mood and I decided to grab some fun from the next hour before fetching my son from his sports class. It took me not much time in finding a music teacher's residence which I had somehow remembered in a corner of my brain, and this now proved helpful. Fifteen minutes later I was again back driving pleased with my enrollment in a new hobby class...

Life's beautiful, keep surprising yourself..despite so many shortcomings and sorrows it's worth enjoying and having fun..I think we all deserve our share..don't you think the same?