Unavoidable Changes

The last genuine holidays of my student life ended . College started from Monday. I never imagined it would be so difficult for me to resume back to normal.

My daily travelling routine from Navi Mumbai to Mumbai started, I am used to it.  But getting up early and taking 7 09 train was something I did after 6 months.  I din’t feel like going on Monday. I was sad for the holidays were over. Not that I din’t enjoy them, travelling,  trekking, bird watching, painting , writing,  meeting friends, I did everything I love. But there was a feeling I will not get the amount of me-time I used to get. My mom had to literally throw me out of the house.  😉

Somehow I reached college. I was missing my library group too, and was reminded of those days when we used to sit and have fun together,  all of us. Then there was an orientation program,  where we were told to change ourselves as we have entered a PG program now. We are supposed to be mature and disciplined now !! And no late comers allowed in class,  not even 5 minutes. In fact there was a guideline mentioning to reach class 5 minutes before!! 

The second day was a little better. I got my regular direct train but was disappointed to when I found that many of my train friends had stopped travelling by it. 😦  They all used to be a part of my life… Seeing and meeting them left my day incomplete. The one and a half hour journey never seemed long when all of us were present.

Yesterday only management lectures  were there. This is another change , from being technical to going totally non technical. I liked the subjects and lectures too.  Nothing to note down,  just sit,  interact and discuss. Management seems so refreshing after studying all the technical subjects.

I was very happy after the last lecture, as it interested me.  But my happiness din’t last long as I realized trains got canceled due to continuous heavy rains!! 😉

Hope I will get uses to the all the changes soon.  I have to and I know I will very soon.  Anyway change is an unavoidable part of life.  The sooner we accept it,  the better it is!

-Straight from my heart,

What goes Around comes Around

In today’s world, where people believe everyone is selfish,uncaring and preoccupied, there are still few who love to help, care and console. This is about a new lesson I learnt yesterday.

I am among the ones who believe that everyone is good if you are good.I always try to see and appreciate the positive side of an individual. Also,  I trust people easily too . Many of my friends shout at me,  and tell me, “not everyone is good ” . I just smile back and reply “not everyone is bad” . Many consider me mad and stupid because of this, and most of the people reading this may be thinking the same.

Yesterday I was in real trouble, I had gone to collect my internship certificate, I worked in a government organization and it took a lot of time to get ready. Finally I got it, from there I went to my college to meet my sir. I met one of my friend there, my handbag was too small for the certificate so I asked him to keep it safely in his bag. While going back,  my friend and me shared the auto. We got down near the station. He headed for his classes, and I took my train.  As soon as my train started I realized I din’t had my certificate. I got scared as I thought I took it from my friend and left it in the auto,I was not sure though . I blanked out for few seconds. Government procedures take time,  and I got the certificate after a long time. Plus,  I din’t had my phone.

Seeing my panic -stricken face one lady in train asked me if she could help. I asked for her phone to make an urgent call. I called my friend, he din’t answer. She insisted me to try again,  I did so, but in vain.

I got down at next station and returned to Andheri ( the station where my college is,  and my friend’s classes too ) . I went to the PCO and kept trying his number. The shopkeeper of the PCO also asked me what the matter was, I asked him whether he knew about any CCNA classes.  He told me there are many classes nearby and tried other shopkeepers but no one had any idea.

My idea was to first confirm from my friend whether he had the certificate and then accordingly take action. But he wasn’t picking up and I din’t knew where his classes were. I just remembered it was in some building near station. I went to the nearest building and enquired. The receptionist of one of the classes helped me,  and came along with me,  to check in other classes in that building too. I saw three girls near that building,  and requested one of them for the phone to make a call.  Again no reply I got.

Tears rolled down my eyes. How can I be so irresponsible? I was wondering. The girls noticed the tears, calmed me down and consoled. I explained them the whole scene,  they first brought me out of my panic mode. They accompanied me to another building where classes are held. The manager there also helped me and offered water. Those girls were already late for their classes,  still were helping me. I thanked all and told I shall manage so that they could get back to their works.

Finally I got my certificate. It was with my friend only,  he received the call during the break. It was a very hectic and strange day.  I kept running from one coaching classes to another like a lost,  helpless girl.  I felt weak at a point of time.

But at the end of the day,  I just smiled. I was thinking about the people who helped me,  the lady in the train,  the receptionist, the three girls,  the manager of other classes,  the PCO uncle for his concern.  They left their works,  and took time for me to listen and help. They made me realize that the world is not that bad a place. I was touched and glad. I was reminded how once I helped a lady in train , how I consoled a girl crying in washroom,  and many other incidences. I have always helped people,  I love to. This time I was in their place,  I needed help,  and received it too.

Though strangers,  I will always have a special place and sense of respect for them in my heart. Moreover,  I learned an important lesson…Whenever you lend a helping hand to anyone, someday,  you will receive help in trouble too. Truly and blissfully experienced this.  All the blessings count, if you are good,  people will be good.  I wasn’t wrong.  Ultimately,  what goes around comes around. Be good,  do good,  help all and you will find reasons to smile… 🙂 🙂

– Straight from My heart,

Didi , My Beloved Sister.

Some feelings can’t be truly expressed, some moments can’t be genuinely captured and some relations are always cherished. This is about one of the most important and beautiful chapter of my life, my sister and me turning into a maasi, i.e. maternal aunt.

The Beginning

Being the youngest member of my family, and the naughtiest one too, I was always pampered and loved the most. I have many beautiful memories, and few bad ones , and some regrets. My brother, five years elder to me, was initially jealous of my existence, as would any five year old kid would be; when suddenly all the attention and love gets diverted somewhere else, that is on me. This is why my sister loved me more and cared more when I was a little baby/small kid. I spent a lot of time with my sister, I used to be like her tail, following her everywhere. When I started walking, playing and gradually understanding things,I supposed it’s my sister’s duty to entertain,guide,play and roam around with me.Every evening she used to go walking or to play, I followed her.My sister’s friend used to tease her,“Hey where’s ur tail?” And ya, that    tail was none other than me. I remember once she took a break from her studies and went for a walk with a building friend , without informing me(I was fast asleep). As my daily routine, I woke up and went near the window, I enjoyed looking out of the window. Obviously,I saw my Didi, and I got so furious, that I started throwing utensils and other stuff from the window; my flat was on 5th floor!!!

Growing together..

I accompanied her at times when she studied too, sometimes she started teaching me also what she was studying!! I knew what chlorophyll is and the reason why leaves are green when I was in I or II standard ! She taught me what is good and what is bad. Many times I cried while sleeping when I was small and had a bad dream. She used to freak out and panic so much, and consoled me and made me comfortable. All my school projects were made by her,and they were all , the very best, always and perfect. It made me feel so proud. 🙂

The Growing Trust

We have a 10 year age difference,but it never was a hindrance to our friendship and closeness. Few things which I couldn’t tell mom, I told her and she was always there with her   examples,opinions and advises. Not only I loved her so much,all my childhood friends did and still remember her till date. She used to teach us dance and prepare us for all stage-shows.

 A Role Model

My sister has always been a role model for me, perfect painter,dancer, student, and what not. She completed her studies , and started working also,and I was still in school, 7 std. I used to wait till she returned from office; to update her with throughout the day’s stories. We shared many secrets during our bedtime chats. That was the only personal time we used to get. I never understood at that time, what work she did,and her job profile, I was just proud of her , as always.

Left Alone ?!

Time passed by and after two years of working in Mumbai, during my 9th standard, she had to go to the US, onsite, officially. I was very scared and broken initially, as I never imagined myself without her presence.For so many years, we shared the same room , and then suddenly , I am to be all by myself !!! I always cribbed and desired a separate room,we always had fights, regarding “keep your things in place….” But I din’t like it,I had sleepless nights for few days. On the double bed too I slept in the second half,so used to my sister sleeping on the second half. Even now I have the habit of sleeping only on one  half  of a double bed,  I never sleep on the middle. Gradually I got used to it, I missed her a lot; but phones, social networking and internet have conquered all distances now,  and we kept talking. I  din’t actually had the habit of talking on phone but I learned that too. thanks to my beloved sister 🙂 :*

My Support System

During my tenth standard , my I board exam year she guided me how to study and even made a timetable for me, I followed it truly. I had seen her studying and it gave me immense inspiration. That year was very difficult for me, without her; not even that my brother and mother got operated , I lost my elder maternal uncle(Mama, and had problems with friends.

But I din’t lose hope, I worked hard and sincerely as my sister and I topped the exam. I stood first in school. For the first time in life I had something genuine to be proud of myself.

Her Marriage

She returned from the US, and her marriage got fixed. I was so damn happy for her and excited and nervous too. I wanted to spend the few days joyfully with her before the marriage.

By this time even I was a teenager , matured and hence our relationship strengthened more. We could discuss more topics frankly ,which earlier couldn’t have been possible.I felt the old days are back, endless fights, chats , and bedtime gossips.

I saw a new her , more happy,practical and fun loving.

The day came, day of her marriage. I was so nervous, I felt as if a part of my body will be separated again.I felt butterflies in my stomach. the day went very fast, I cried a lot on the vidaai day. And again I felt lost initially,but gathered myself again.

Post Marriage Situation

We talked regularly , and more closer & closer we came with time.My sister’s happiness made me happy. I liked going to her place, at Malad. I still shared all my gossips and secrets with her.  She will be settled in Mumbai, the thought made me very glad, that we can keep meeting. And,yes almost every weekend we met, but those meetings were not fulfilling, less of time spending and more of travelling.

Distances !?!

After sometime,a year or two after the wedding, my sister’s family decided to shift to Mysore and start their own business. My sister’s father -in-law informed me initially about this, they had bought acres of land,and planned to stay on a farmhouse. I could not digest it at first.Why would someone leave their well settled houses in Mumbai & shift near a village in Mysore!! ; Particularly two software engineers, highly paid & well experienced, these were my initial thoughts.

Then gradually , I realized, my sis made me understand ;they had experienced the IT world , made sufficient money,but when they used to look forward 5-6 years ,they were not interested in the typical 9 to 9 job and a monotonous life. Secondly, they have experienced rather explored whole of Mumbai,its outskirts,and nearby picnic spots. So , it wasn’t a painful decision for them to leave Mumbai.

Respect !! 🙂

Ultimately when I became aware of the goals: providing employment to the poor, being self-employed,and self-sustained , care for the environment,I felt very proud and it grew more respect for her.

……. Continued on Part II

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