learning and growing

My mom is like " You are glued to your phone all the time ". The best part about this sentence being I am being scolded for this at a time when most parents who fall in my mom's league are already tired of telling their kids this dialogue. What does this reflect? Obviously that i have been a considerably non tech and hence less disturbing girl; yes it is the reference for my ambivert nature. But who will tell my mom that all my articles, journals, newspapers, books ( pdfs), weird stuffne important documents, dark secrets, social life resides in the phoone. Right inside it. And all those super engaging television series?? What about that. I am not glued to my cell phone mommy, I am just glued to my work.

When students ask you, " Ma'am tell us about the man of your dreams ". Well surprisingly , you just smile and don't answer them. Is it about a boyfriend? Or it can be a man that you admire ? Or a man you envy? Or given the fact that I am not a lesbian, can it be a woman of my dreams? These are questions that I have been analyzing myself. My boyfriend is not the man of my dreams because he is humble and human and our minds sync a lot. And hence we are together. There are men I admire and envy. But they are nowhere close to the above concept. A woman - well I can name two who inspire me a lot. But the word ' dreams ' is tricky here. My dreams are my own. And I don't have a man or a woman who can fulfill them. I am the woman of my own dreams. I love myself the way noone can ever love. So yes, that answers your question.

Some people are too controlling. As in they think they are very domineering but they are just plain rude and want to control other peoples life because they are otherwise silly, useless people who think that they are smart. Like for example if C is this rude person I am talking about then how would C try to control the life of say A ?! Well by stalking A and all the whereabouts of A as much as C can and then try to be more friends with A's friends and when C would still see A carrying on happily, C would be angry, jealous and will behave savage with A. Why? Because C is a loser. But remember what makes C worse than a loser is the fact that C is too stubborn and blockheaded to accept that C is a loser. What more? West Bengal just welcomed me back. P.S - Mail me personally to discuss psychology. And also let's not talk about C anymore. I guess I just made a point. I should not waste more of my precious time.

Have often written two posts in a day, but three ?! well this is the first time and since life has forced me to become flexible to changes both good and bad, this new change is so acceptable and even better since I finally have some free time to write and comment on things I like and dislike and also everything in between. So now my mother just passed on a comment today while we were dining. She told me ' you are becoming too professional '. Now why I am writing about this? Because I found this too untrue. I am learning to be professional but becoming too much of a professional isn't true. Usually my emotions don't work too much and sometimes when they do, I am just overwhelmed. But now that I have become more practical, I talk to the point more than I ever did. While analysing her statement I also realized that I have this sense of haste working inside me. I don't know what I am running for or from but again I know why and life appears too short for anything now. E...

Some three or four years back, I remember I went out with my father to have some ' fuchka' one day. He was wearing this loose shirt, that lay tucked out with the first two buttons open and a faded grey trouser. Now this is exactly the look I hate to see men in and so the quarrel between my father and me was inevitable. By the time we reached the ' fuchka' stall I was angry and to top it all I had people there whom i knew would despise like me , that look of my father. I was a little embarassed to even get down his scooty but then I did and those people were staring at my father and how I hated that moment because I was a senior to them in school and somewhere I felt that maybe after that day they will not see me the way they used to. And let me tell you, that happened too. I came back with my father that day, all angry and embarassed. Today when I look back and think about that day and all of it comes back to me, I still feel angry and a little embarassed maybe. But it ...

She painted her blood redder everyday Outwardly she looked like a woman, strong and smiling, with red lips, ready to kiss She was a master, no mistress But of what????? ' ummm', ' wait...' Yes..... PAIN Not inside that red room...But to her red Soul She was RED The red that is good, bad and FOUL

Last month on 13th I moved to Madhya Pradesh and since then so many changes have taken place in my life. My new school , where I work now, has provided my mother and me a descent place to live in. My mother complains about it all the time because we share our bunglaw with an Egyptian who stays upstairs and is almost of my age. But he is a peace loving guy and is nowhere close to our Indian neighbours who live in the house next to ours. But he is a guy and my mother has a problem. We are in India, you see.The school is at a ten minutes distance from our place by bus. The school bus comes to pick us up on every week day at seven 'o' clock sharp. The insomniac me is a little restless now because I wake up really early now a days and even earlier now that the summer camp is on. I teach English and SST to classes four, five and six in school. I am the mentor of the public speaking course in English and Personality development, in the summer camp program now. The best part is I am le...