deep mystical eyes with bronzed skin-silk sari with shades of green,draping it around, she did preen.encircling thin golden chainon her waist added to the sheen.movement so graceful, fluidly flowing.hair raven-black, wavy, cascading,lights from amber sunset, flickering;richness of her attire, gleaming;happiness within her sparklingsuddenly her joy was under attack.every plan of hers went awry, off trackshe slipped, almost damaging her back.now laying on her bed, her mood so black,gnawing her lower lip looked at an almanac!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It is a true account. Kind of narcissistic, isn't it? For three days, I could not move from my bed.
*Update: This happened a long time ago. Now my back is perfectly ok. With regular walks and Exercise.
Do ride the Monday Poetry Train
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…
Second Chance
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.
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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.
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More second chances..
