learning and growing

I think I must tell all my readers to do three things absolutely without hesitation. Firstly enjoy isolated rain after midnight like I did today. You don't need to get yourself drenched. One can always enjoy it with a good mind and vigilant eyes. Secondly Enjoy isolated company. Once you know how, you will know why and remember it is like a drug. Thirdly, live. Not for survival but for living. If you live , the good moments will make your heart squirm and the bad moments will make you suffer but help you emerge as a better human. Tried and tested. It is almost one in the morning and I got to wake up early too. Job life kind of drains you. Never mind.

I saw some old posts on facebook and i can't tell you how much I suddenly miss GMGC and all those beautiful memories that it gave me. Third year still remains so, so, so close to my heart. I know we are all busy with our lives now. And I feel happy that my group is doing well. I know we are not in touch anymore the way we should have been but as long as I have my mind with those good moments in it,you people will remain. Aaleya, you are still one of those people I so admire. I learned so much from you and you were a good friend. Shine more, do well. And you will always remain my first and probably last, woman crush ( chuckles). Madhulina, I don't know where are you and what you are doing. Actually i know ;) But we have had some crazy moments together and we were tied by an invisible rope by Esp ma'am right from the beginning. I miss you so, so much. But things change and so do people and relations. But noone can take away what is already done. Keep up with the dance of your...

When you have a busy schedule all you wait for is a proper way to spend your Sunday. Usually it is very boring because we kind of do the same things every Sunday but today was a little different. I had my students coming in my house. All of them were laughing, playing and I joined them. What was even better was that one of these students was a Bengali and her parents came too to pay us a visit. My mother was very happy because she hardly gets to speak with a Bengali here. And also contrary to the isolation that this place offers us, it was all merry and cheerful today. Temporary reliefs are good. Isn't it?

I started getting messages from people in Kolkata. They kind of know that I write on every Sunday and if I miss there must be some reason behind it. Exactly what prompts me to write now at this late hour. I could not write last Sunday. I was busier with no electricity working from five in the evening to midnight.Things are going the way one would expect them to in a place like this. Grateful that I have my mother here to give me company and being pragmatic, i am more grateful to her for making my daily meals. Those hostel days were so tough without you ma. The more I work the more I know that I need someone and I will need some to share my household work with in the future. Is that why people get married??? I don't know. But getting back to home and not feeling the emptiness is so damn important to me. Whether its my mom, or a ten year old kid or someone of my age from a different country- I always feel the need of spending sometime after work with them, anyone of them. And sometim...

Since life is all about learning and my blog is named after it, i will share a little thing that happened with me in the morning today. Today I had to approach our music teacher, a very pretty and sweet lady named Kritika, for my Tuesday's schedule and she helped me in turn by cheering up my mood, unknowingly. We were singing and playing the synthesiser. Enjoying the moment. Almost like kids. Among the many songs that we played and sung, " Jingle Bells" and " Silent night " were two of them. I was reminded about my school days. Those Christmas days and nights spend in Michael's. O, how i miss those bygone days! Music truly is the medicine for the soul.

I have always dreamt of an isolated existence. Peaceful isoloated existence. And now i am getting the feel slowly. The place I live in can't be more solitary. It is calm and quiet.My mother complains often. Because she is acquainted with hustle bustle of the city life way too much. I on the other hand find it okay. Especially on bad days at work. How? Why? Because my mother and I usually go out for a walk everyday at 8 'o' clock in the evening. We take rounds in the colony itself. Every single day around this time we see an old man with his granddaughter of hardly two years taking a round with us. He sings lullaby to her and i feel mentally drowsy with all my physical exhaustion. But that again makes me feel alive.That despite all the bad things and people and situations, life is still good in its essence. That all the bad things are a part of life. Are a part of what makes life worth living for. Without a little pain nothing seems good. Isn't it? To my surprise i have ...

A week since I returned to MP. Right after our arrival my mother and I found ourselves in the midst of work. The house was all dirty and it needed a bad cleaning. The food was not much of a problem because we already had a few stuffs remaining.All we had to do was make some rice and dal for dinner. But before that I helped my mother to clean up the drawing room, the kitchen and our bedroom. Then each of us took a shower. Once it was done we had some tea. At around 8 'o' clock my mother prepared our dinner. We ate our dinner by 9 and went to sleep for I had my classes from the very next day itself. The next day after I came back from school i fell sick. From that day till yesterday morning I hardly had any peaceful sleep. I was tired, had too many thoughts regarding the syllabus running inside my mind, and more. Finally I had some proper sleep yesterday night because I had no such thing as ' will have to wake up at 6.30a.m tomorrow'. And now that I finally have some free...