Cee’s questions this week :
List 2 things you have to be happy about?
- The kid’s performance in extra curricular activities in school this year. At the beginning of the school year, she was dejected that she was unknown in school, partly by her own introversion (the distance between the apple and the tree is small), and partly because she didn’t know where her strengths lay, despite my attempts to convince her of the strength of her communication skills . Over the year, she has proven me right, and now, she is the go-to kid at school if there is anything that requires written or oral forms of communication – as I type this, she is representing her school in an inter-school oratorical competition, one of many she has attended this year. So, happy that she finally recognized her skill.
- My first research proposal for the next deadline came out well. I struggled with it because the idea was difficult to frame into a convincing argument for funding. The proposal took me longer than usual to complete, but the final document turned out, in my opinion (the agency may not share my view depending upon the funding politics at the time of doling out the dough), organized and convincing.
Obviously, I am not even mentioning the life-blessings that make me content in life, because I am terrified of jinxing them.
Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?
I am glad you asked. This is a story that’s close to my heart.
I am not a sentimental person. I never hold on to anything from the past. I never have as a child, and the fanaticism to shun material connections to memories has only grown over the years.
There was one exception.
I was in the final year of my bachelor’s programme in a popular college in my city. It was January, and we had to start planning for the immediate future. I knew I wanted to do a master’s but wasn’t quite sure of anything else.
January was the time for Mardi Gras (now renamed), the inter-collegiate cultural event of a leading academic institution (ranked first in the country) in my city and the Indian music choir to which I belonged in the UG college, was set to compete with fifty other teams in it. I knew of this leading institution because my cousin studied there many years ago, but didn’t know much else about it. The moment I stepped into the campus of this institution as a participant of the cultural event, I heard the calling loud and clear. I knew this would be my next stop in life.
As I was returning after the event (we got as far as the final round, but lost in the finals – we sang “anthi mazai”, which needed a male voice to complement the female, which we didn’t have , being a girls’ college and all), in a moment’s rare sentimentality, I picked up a large pebble, put it in my pocket and vowed to myself that I would restore the pebble to its source when I returned as a student here.
For the next three months, I diligently prepared for the entrance exam. A few more months later, I returned the pebble from whence I picked it, as a newly recruited master’s student.
My first and last dash at sentimentality in life.
Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?
I hug only two people in my life on a daily basis – my family. As for others, I would rather not, but if the situation requires of it – usually as a gesture of comfort – I would. Even in such cases, I’d more readily hug women than men. A hand-shake is all I can muster with men.