This week's prompt for Sunday Scribblings is Second chance. All of us desire for a second chance at one time or the other. We say, if only I had done this way…
If only, I get another chance...
This one goes for my dad. Thanks dad, wherever you are! I write the following for you in a slightly ironic note…
words rolling of my tongue never did impress you,
all you wished for me- laws and postulates to pursue.
nothing could compare with purest of pure sciences,
with my rebellion streak, I led you to merry dances.
With your persuasive best, you made me complete
my master’s degree in chemistry. I ended up replete
with valency, double bonds and kekule structures-
leaving out Chaucer, Milton, Bronte, Shakespeare
out of my periphery but only for little short while.
as soon I could, I got back without any further trial.
that previous degree was taken to fulfil your goal,
masters in English literature overwhelmed my soul.
As I have said ad nauseam, after I passed out from grade 12 with very good marks, I wanted to pursue English Literature. I was good at it; I loved to read and loved to articulate. (Writing came much later unless you consider groovy essays and various synopses). Therefore, for me that was the natural progression. There was a major obstacle. I had not envisaged that at all. When I told my dad, he was very much against it. He wanted me to study Mathematics or pure sciences. No Biology stream either. Mathematics, Physics or Chemistry. As simple as that. I had the choice of choosing one from these three. Come to think of it, there was no choice at all. I did not want to study Mathematics and Physics was kind of God for me. No one can study God.
I was left with Chemistry. I protested but for no avail. Therefore, I ended up completing my bachelor’s degree. After I completed that, he told me it would take only two more years to get my PG degree. This time too I did his bidding. I finished a teaching degree also, after that. As soon I passed out, I landed up as a teacher…a Mathematics teacher…I had studied Mathematics in my bachelors degree along with Physics. Those were ancillary subjects, chemistry being the main one.
After a few years of working, I enrolled myself for a PG degree in English and completed it. Science students can opt for most humanities subjects. My dad was somewhat happy after I finished my PG degree in English too.
I had this grudge against him for a long time that he didn't let me pursue English Literature right from the beginning. After I finished my second PG, I realised that if I had done English in the first place, I wouldn’t be holding two masters degrees in, as varied subjects as Chemistry and English. Maybe I would have regretted that at some stage. Now I do not regret anything. I am grateful to my dad who is no more. I did get a second chance.
It does not seem ironical anymore that I studied Chemistry, teach Mathematics and love English literature.
More second chances..