......Mystery Unsolved......

Here Mystery of my Life indicates the subject “Chemistry”. How much hard I tried to understand it, yet it became more complicated and aroused a dyslexia syndrome in me for the subject. From Std 7 to Std 10 I can never forget the torture, this subject had done to me.

Yesterday Dad’s friend came to our house with their two small children. While having conversations, their mother revealed the elder son’s (Rahul) trauma about the subject Chemistry.  Seeing that small boy, all my terrible flashbacks spent with that subject one by one crept into my mind. The expressions of the poor chap were exactly matching with mine, I patted him at his shoulder with a note in my mind running: I can understand your pain as to I was also one of the victim of this subject,  few years down the lane.

I still remember my Parents got so worried seeing my performance and immediately hired a Private tutor for me. In a group we were 10 girls. Among them 5 were excellent and rest average students. He took few classes and then soon called a surprise test.  This surprise test seemed  me as a shock test.  Not even a single question I was able to respond. Oh God!! So embarrassing, atleast maximum got two answers correct. L Especially the equations and the theories . I never ever came close to the answer also.  Every Chemistry classes, most probably the Test classes  I could hear lubb dub.. lubb dub …(my heart beat sound) and facial expressionzs were like Please let me go home, oh God,  mummy please someone save me. But never did I find any way to escape out of it.

During Chemistry exam time, Mom and my Sir were more nervous than me. But I left the house with a chill attitude, because I knew the marks before hand. Before the exam we all friends gave best wishes to each other. I wish any of the wish could have turned true. But I knew no magic could save me from this fearful act. As soon as I get the paper, first I start counting if I could achieve the pass marks. Always my counting crossed it, I felt a relief of deep sigh but gradually while answering I would find my marks getting deducted. Everything seems jumbled up. Every subject I used to take additionals but in Chemistry I wish I could have touched the total answer scripts. 

Finally results were out. Each time I would  bow my head down and collect my paper and she (my Teacher) would say, “ Ankita, I am waiting for the day, when you will come to receive the paper with you you head up.” In my mind I would reciprocate her by saying Error Code, desirous result could not be found. J

I always hide the paper in the bag, so that my mom could not find it but I could not do the same with my Tution Sir. He used to wait for us with a scale on his hand. Oh God.. during winter the effect was worst. Again Sir asked me the same question as my school Teacher did. I said this scale will break but my marks will remain stagnant.

My tution Sir, seeing my other subjects performance laid little bit stress on me that she can do it. Yet, I was unable. He called my parents, sister. All had a roundtable conference about me.  Talked on numerous way of improving my Paper, yet results were beyond imagination. It was not that I never studied it, I used to read it, the more I read the more I felt myself getting entangled in the web of the subject. I don’t understand why the brain nerves didn’t support me particularly with that subject.

Yesterday night, before sleeping Mom said seeing Rahul I could remember the battling period of your’s with that subject. But, Beta do say me what were the hinderance you faced all the time, what were your shortcomings. To it I replied “ I still myself don’t know the reason of my failure in that subject, that’s why I termed  Chemistry as a Mystery for me.” Mom kept gazing at me , I smiled and said Goodnight Mom and please just pray for me that tonite I don’t have a  nightmare. Because apart from being a mystery, still it’s a nightmare to me. J

Gloom or Dhoommmm.....

Diwali without crackers n sounds… is a complete No-no. Against the festive mood. Like Holi without colours. Since my childhood I am very crazy of these crackers, especially the (Bombs). I would start my Diwali with a bomb and also end with the same. Enjoyment with Bombardments was the sole motto. I still remember during my B-com 1st year, Evening time, Mom: No, this diwali no crackers, you are grown up, leave those kiddish nature. Burning crackers means burning the cash. My elder sis: Rimu, from this year we will say no to crackers, she started the slogan of clean and healthy environment, no sound pollution. 

What no to crackers??? An inch also I was not pleased with their thoughts. I made a pumpkin kind of face and sat in front of my Dad. Turning over his file, he looked at me, raising his brows, with an expression of what happened to my little one. I said today is Diwali and you know how much crazy I am for this festival, yet no ingredients I find to make my mood. Soon my mom started with her list of objections. But my dad is the Best, he took me in his scooter to the shop. While closing the main gate, I too looked at our neighbour's children and said in my mind, Beta today I am gonna show you my Diwali, just wait till I return.

Whole way thinking which bomb I will purchase and how many, calculating the numbers II reached the shop. Excitingly, I jumped from the scooter. My dad caught the Anar, chakri but I picked the bombs, mirchi bomb, all diff kind of bomb…. Dad was astonishly gazing at me, but I was continuing with my activity. Finally, I finished with the stuff and went for billing. Dad: Rimu, are you serious, you are going to burn these. With a wink I nodded my head, yes dad. Then what about these anar, fuljhari. Yeah, dad we wil take this also. Mom and Di will manage. He did not believed but the billing was already made. He paid the cash. 

In the evening, Mom and Di were busy lighting the Diya’s but Dad was the first one to get ready to go downstairs with me, after seing my shopping. Really friends, it was a complete yuhuuu Diwali where all bombs were exploded by me, no one to share, even touch my possessions. J J I used to light the bombs holding in my hand and then throw it away. Bravo reema Bravo!!!And the most interesting were the rockets, you never know where it goes. Once the rocket was after me. And maximum times it went to our neighbours house. Oopss Sorry Aunty n Uncle. (Sayad rocket to apka hi ka ghar acha and safe lagta hai landing k liye)hhehehe. But whole time You could hear mom saying Rimu play it safe and Dad running after me and Didi siting with her fuljhari and Anar. hehehee Till 11 the show goes on and then time for feeding the hungry taste buds. Hmmmm Tasty, mouth watering dinner. Yummyyy. But this diwali, I believed staying eco-friendly, but yes only this diwali. Becz all time I can’t be so generous and humble. Next Diwali, as penalty I would explode the double and hav a blast. Is diwali ap kya soche rahe hain???? HAPPY AND SAFE DIWALI!!!!!!!!

Its never late, for the Good to be Done...

It was 9:30 pm Chintu’s bed time. Chintu is a student of S.t Paul's school, reading in std VII.

Mummy: Chintu beta time to sleep, come up hury, otherwise you will get late for the school tomorrow. Chintu: am coming mummy. Mummy: what were you doing in the drawing room Chintu: completing my homework. Mummy: u said u completed ur homework in the evening, you lied me??? Chintu: no , no it was some other homework. Mummy: other…. What other.. I didn’t get you. Chintu: well, I am feeling sleepy, will talk tomorrow, luv u mummy, gudnite,sweetdreams. Mummy: murmuring other kind of homework… k dear, gudnite, sweetdreams. 

Soon Mummy went to drawing room to find out what was the other kind of homework..!!!!! To her astonishment she saw so many notebooks lying on his table labelled with different names .. she checked one by one , they were all his classmates copy. She wondered why these notebooks are here???? While arranging them she heard some jingles.. chik chik chik… Her eyes fall on a box which was half closed. Inorder to close it properly, the lid fall down. She sighed Oh God!!! So much money. She was awestruck… their were lots of coins and four 100 Rs note. How come its possible, I never gave Chintu any pocket money so from where it has come… I doubt it might be some of his savings.. then… natural thoughts pennying into her mind, is he stealing.. oh lord..no...no...no, he can never do this. Tension kept rolling in her mind, she decided to wait till tomorrow morning till Chintu wakes up. Whole night went just changing sides in the bed… 

Next morning, as it was 6:30 am, soon she went to Chintu. Chintu get up, get up beta, its time. Chintu: Goodmorning mummy and kissed on her mother’s cheeks. Mummy: smiled and kissed him on his forehead. Mummy: Chintu, if I ask you something you will say me the truth. Chintu: why are you saying so, I never hide anything from you. Mummy: Beta, yesterday you told something about other homework, what was that… Chintu : mmmm Mummy nothing just like dat. Mummy: are you hiding anything from me. Chintu: no mummy nothing. Mummy: r u sure!!! Chintu: double sure, lock it!!! Mummy: k tell me then why have you brought your other classmates copy chintu: for reference in my homework. Mummy: what kind of reference you need, when I am their. Chintu: Oh ho mummy, just like that. Mummy : and chintu I found a box filled with coins ans 100 rs, whats the story behind this. (Chintu with half complete yawn turned his face around) Mummy: will you say me the truth. Chintu: Mummy those are my savings Mummy: what savings, I would have believed it if I would have given u any pocket money and I know how much mentality you have for saving a penny even. Chintu: silent… Mummy: Common say me, are you doing anything wrong, are you stealing.. Chintu: No mummy no, no stealing. Mummy: then 

Chintu: Mummy, actually, I am, am I. Mummy: chintu speak up fast, you are getting late for school also. Chintu: Mummy, I am doing all homework of my friends and am paid for it. Those notebooks you saw, that is the other homework of mine. And those money, I earned from doing their work. Mummy: Slapped chintu… are you mad, you insane, what rubbish, who told you to do this, who gave you this idea, and why do you need money, aren’t we providing you what ever you want, what more you need, just say me. You bowed my head with shame. I don’t believe this, at this age if you are behaving like this, then afterwards what more nasty things you will start doing. Chintu : sorry mummy, I didn't want to hurt you but I needed money. Mummy: what money??? You could have asked me. 

Chintu: but you and Papa were running short of money. Chintu: Mummy, last week , dadu’s glasses had broken. He asked dad to repair it , but Dad said to manage him this month, as he is running short of money and you also said you don't have money for repairing. So I thought its of no use to asking you both again. Mummy: so wat??? Anyhow we could have managed for you. You are our first priority. And wait a min, by the way why you need money???I want money not for me. I don't know you all have noticed or not but I have observed that without specks Dadu is unable to do a single work. Yet, he is quiet, adjusting with the fact that this month, anyhow he has to manage without his specks. You remember Mummy, One day I was crying for Pizza. That day Dadu, brought Pizza for me. Later I came to know from dad and your’s conversation that instead of bringing his medicines, with that money he brought pizza for me. I felt so bad. I decided, I won’t behave so stubbornly next time. When he can bring smile in my face, why can’t I bring somelight to his eyes. So, to repair his specks, I have done all this. I cannot go out and work anywhere. You and dad cannot do anything for him for a month. And I can’t see dadu behaving as a blind man. I didn’t have any other option left. 

Mummy: head down with shame. Without a word left the room. She narrated the whole incident to her husband. Both felt a mark of shame in each other’s face. Soon she took out money from her savings and gave to her husband and asked him to get the speck soon repaired. I have narrated this story because I want to make everyone realise that Parents at the old age also never try to get away from their duties or responsibilities, then being a child of their’s how could we do such a blunder???

MOMA my FIRST Student

Few minutes back me and Moma had some argument, I got annoyed and left the room, sitting alone in the drawing room, resting my cheeks on my hand. After few mins I received a message in my mobile ....Beep Beep, text message….. Rimuuu are u still angry on me, beta plz smile ur Moma luvs u lot... 

I rubbed my eyes again and again…. Moma texting me. This is the first time ever I received a text from Moma. Yeah she could do it!!!!!Seeing the message I ran to her, Moma you did it, so sweet message, I love u lott... we both exchanged smiles. She took me to her arms and kissed my forehead, I too kissed her soft strawberry cheeks.... 

My mother, she is a housewife. She carries on her duty perfectly. With the upcoming of new trends, techniques, gadgets she too has some desires to know about them. Once I was texting message to my friend, Mama was noticing me and then she said your fingers move very fast. I smiled and continued playing with my mobile unnoticing the intention of her comments. When I looked up for the Tv remote, I saw she was struggling with her mobile to do the same. I asked what are you doing Mama…. ???? She said I too want to learn the usage of the cellphone but I am unable to do and even no one has time to guide me. That day I realized, she gave her whole life in teaching me and how could I neglect this desire of her’s. 

I touched her soft hands, and said from today I am you Teacher and you are my first student. I took out her specks and laid it on her nose and started guiding her about the cellphone usages. Mama first you need to press this one, then go to options….. then like this and I went on with my words……….To my every word she paid equal attention, nodding her head and would follow the same. After finishing my nap I saw she remained in the same position with her specks, murmuring options, create message ……..recalling the techniques which I taught her. Really, when you have a desire to learn, it just shows. I poked myself hard, what a mistake I did by unnoticing her hidden desires. It was really a very sweet sight for me seeing my Moma behaving like a student. Now, at her leisure time you would find her sitting with her mobile, working on her own. Texting everyone. Receving moma’s message on their inbox everyone got surprised!!!!! Soon they rang to inquire who did the text. Moma smiled and proudly said My daughter taught me and now evrytime do expect my messages in your inbox. These lines energized me more . 

Yeah, I too feel proud of myself, that I could support Moma in fulfilling her desires. But this is not the end, this is just the beginning…. Now being a mentor I would teach her everything whatever I know. Her next wish is to know computer usuage, internet… so am leaving now with my mother to the never ending learning zone…. And I wish you could learn something from my mistake….. Give wings to the desire and see how high it flies….

Wicked Avtar!!!!!

I still remember me and Zenab came out from a shop of laptop accessories. Everywhere there was rush of people, vehicles…. Before I could start my Scooty two people approached us. They were a couple, with a small children. The man had wore check shirts of light colour, formal pants, shiny black shoes. The lady had wore a synthetic peach green, embroidered with white and golden and she had a little baby in her arms covered white cloth to prevent him from dust. They looked worried, thin lines of wrinkle could be seen on the man’s forehead and the lady had watery filled eyes. The man joined his hand infront of us. Me and Zenab surprisingly looked at each other as to what he is doing? I asked what happen?? He said “me with my small family was returning to my hometown but in Railway station somebody has looted our bag.” Listening to this tears were dripping from his wife’s eyes… she caught our hand and said please help us our baby is hungry, he has eaten nothing from afternoon, our all money was in the bag, and for safety purpose my man had put his money in the bag itself. We have no measures left, please for god sake, for my child sake help us plz… The child’s saliva was rolling down from his mouth, looking dull out of hungry and was crying. We thought for a while what to do, I told Zenab let’s give 10 Rs because we have other works to be done, but my dear Zenab she was very much touched by the scene she took out 50Rs from her pocket and gave them. The couple smiled but said if more we could give them. I got annoyed, no courtesy they have, being a student we are giving this much, I told sorry this much only we have. They bid us with blessings and thank you and went away. People in the shops smiled and few laughed at us. We felt little amusing by their behavior, soon a passer by who was observing this negotiation said us, Girls helping is good but you have been made fool. These are the new Avatars , new strategies of the beggar’s. And today you were their victims. Next time be careful. We nodded our head …. Without lookind around I started the scooty soon as all eyes were at us. I accelerated the speed and went out of the place. For few mins we both were driven in some thought, after 10 mins I broke the silent atmosphere. Through the glasses I looked frowningly at zenab, good my dear you could have taken out the 100 Rs note why even more than that. She gave a smile, said “chal chod na, jo hona tha wo ho gaya, isse sikh to milli hame, next time kissi pe bharosa nahi karenge.” I said haan but from next time we won’t give any beggar money rather buy some food and give them. And from then whenever I see beggar especially Child beggar, I always give eatables and I would also appreaciate if you do the same!!!!!

HOPE RUPTURES BLOCKAGE

Hundreds turning to thousands, lakhs, crores and now may be more….. yes, Anna Hazare’s strong motto led this magic happened. The Lokpal Bill which remained just in papers, has now become a prime concern of the nation. Even a school going child is acquainted with this term. The whole nation whole heartedly is supporting Annaji to their full extent. People have come out of their houses to the roads to support Annaji and get the Lokpal bill passed. This movement has gained immense popularity and now Indians no longer want to get suppressed by the superiors. Our constitution says we all are equal but this statement falls down when our Superiors of the Nation are involve in any activity. Corruption is the root cause and an hinderance in our country’s growth. Everywhere corruption has its effect from a small work to the top level. I do agree with the advent of this bill Corruption cannot be eroded from the root, but to some extent corrupt practices can be brought to stop. Once, this happens then definitely it will bear fruitful results. This development will mark a tremendous growth to our country in all the spheres. Delaying this bill indicates about the deeds of our superiors about their concern towards our nation. If they do not understand the necessity of the bill, then it’s a shame for us to elect them as rulers/representatives of our country. Any step for development is always welcomed and chance must be given when lots of hope and faith are added with it.

Think a While.......

We say India is a democratic country. We have various rights and freedom, yet we cannot utilize it why???? Till now Parents are scared to send their daughters outside to do their studies or do job why???? How to overcome this fear??? Everyday mornings as soon as I get up these thoughts are bothering me. Who will provide me answer accompanied with a perfect solution? When this menace will eradicate forever. Girls and boys are equal, its just a saying, till now girls are not safe!!!! Each time we move out from our house till we return back a fear revolves around our Parents mind. Is that we have become a botheration/burden for them?? They have given birth to us, they say they are happy yet a peculiar worry engraves their mind. I agree now a day’s noone people are safe, even the boys too. But more crime occurs against Girls only. Human beings themselves are degrading human values, we all have become hurdles for our country’s growth in all sphere. How can we think of a country’s development unless we ourself have a developed mentality. I know people say, its easy to say but difficult to abide. Everytime one saying pokes “ mere ek k badal jane se duniya nahi badlti” This is the attitude we need to change. If you are thinking to change yourself, then move ahead. Don’t care who is following you but I am pretty sure, sooner or later we will find some changes around. Let the movement be slow but ensure it move towards success.