Just 15 days before, I reached home after completing my 5th semester and I was actually very happy as for the first time in 3 years (i.e. after I got admission in NIT, Nagpur), I was going to celebrate Diwali, Christmas and New year with my mom, dad and brothers. The time of my reaching home was justperfect. The train was scheduled to arrive at the station at 6:30 in the morning and fortunately enough the train known for being late always was not late this time. I saw the rising sun at 5 o' clock in the morning for the fiest times in 6 years or so and that too in a train. It was a nice experience seeing the moving sun from a moving train.
Well, I reached home and was just able to meet my smallest bro who I am very fond of as he was leaving for school and also my father about to leave for office.I actually felt like a lucky batsman who gotall his shots perfectly timed and in the right place (I apologise if that was a bad analogy but that was how I felt at that moment).
The weather was brilliant too. It was the month of November and cold soothing air was blowing adding its own flavour to those happy moments. Actually I should say that happy moment and not those happy moments as the joy was short-lived. I was having my breakfast and suddenly out of the blue my mom asked "In which subject did you get 35."
I was as cool as a cucumberinitially but now I was as cold as ice or rather Liquid Nitrogen or I don't know what? That coldness is inexplicable. Who is that person who couldn't see me happy at home and has to tell these things to my mother! Ifelt as if someone has rolled the cube of my life to show the bitter face of it.
"Who told this to you mom?", I asked trying to laugh.
"Your friend Pritam.", she said with an expression which said 'you can't fool me son'.
"Oh! he must have confused mymarks with someone else. You know remembering marks and that too of other guys is not easy?", I said trying to be very normal.
"Then there must be a subject in which you performed badly otherwise he would not have mentioned about it.", she said immediately like a detective.
"Ya, there is one. I got 30 out of 60 in that", I said and felt proud of myself for handling the situation so well.
"But thats bad too.", she said sadly.
I finally had to confess then that my marks were actually very low.
Anyways, that phase got over and I was back in my dreamworld and into my lala land. Actually, I have always been like this. I have always tried to enjoy life in whatever way it is but to do things which I want to do. I neverused to think what my aim in life is or what are my future plans. I have always believed that Life is about living in the moment. I just always listened to my heart and always thought of enjoying every moment though my parents, especially my mom was continuously after me with that big 'S' word, better not to name it, I hate it.
So here was Shayanton Mitra enjoying his vaccations the way he wanted. I woke up at 7 in the morning, did a bit of jogging, then came back, had my breakfast, took bath, solved puzzles and Sudoku in The Telegraph, read a novel by Agatha Christie (the famous Hercule Pyro author though this one was on some other detective Marple), read some computer magazines, etc. I also tried some tricks in the computer like making the drives invisible though they would exist, removing the 'Windows XP' logo while booting, etc. I was actually very fond of solving Sudoku. This has been my passion ever since I went into college and Telegraph Sudokus are really good I must say.
But those days didn't last much longer. Soon after 3 days, my father regained his position of the king and woke me up at 5 o' clock in the morning and gave me the books of Power Electronics and Microprocessors. I was bewildered and revolted saying that I was not supposed to study in the vaccations to which he replied (actually shouted), "You were supposed to study during the exams which you did not do. So you will have to study now and anyways you have enjoyed for few days. As a student your job is to study and that is what you are going to do now."
I couldn't reply back as the first half of his speech was quite true. In the noon my mom got emotional and started telling me that how much my dad loved me, what hopes he has fom me and what all dreams he has een for me and has always helped in fulfilling them. So even I should respect his dreams. After all they are for my own good.
I felt like a criminal at that time. Really these moms can make you cry no matter however strong you are.In the evening, my father came back from office and gave me some more dose. He made me realize that I have still not done much in life and ahead lies a bigger battle. I felt like Brad Pitt of Troy and felt good actually but soon got depressed thinking of his tragic death in the movie. He made me aware of my responsibilities as the elder brother of two younger ones. He said me, "You should set an example for your brohers, son. You stay with him and study and help him out also sometimes." I felt so helpless.
However, unfortunately enough (for my father this time), the cube of my life again rolled after 7 days and this time it was rolled deliberately.I made a deal with my brother that I will stay in his room but would continue with my own interesrs and that is when I am writing this one. Well, now I feel that Life is like an n-dimensional cube. This definition may seem a little crazy but being a student of engineering, I couldn't find a better definition that could go on to present a better picture of life than this one. By the way, many faces of this cube are still to be discovered and many such experiences still to be penned down. Till then stop surfing the net and start studying for the next semester..............................
Well, I reached home and was just able to meet my smallest bro who I am very fond of as he was leaving for school and also my father about to leave for office.I actually felt like a lucky batsman who gotall his shots perfectly timed and in the right place (I apologise if that was a bad analogy but that was how I felt at that moment).
The weather was brilliant too. It was the month of November and cold soothing air was blowing adding its own flavour to those happy moments. Actually I should say that happy moment and not those happy moments as the joy was short-lived. I was having my breakfast and suddenly out of the blue my mom asked "In which subject did you get 35."
I was as cool as a cucumberinitially but now I was as cold as ice or rather Liquid Nitrogen or I don't know what? That coldness is inexplicable. Who is that person who couldn't see me happy at home and has to tell these things to my mother! Ifelt as if someone has rolled the cube of my life to show the bitter face of it.
"Who told this to you mom?", I asked trying to laugh.
"Your friend Pritam.", she said with an expression which said 'you can't fool me son'.
"Oh! he must have confused mymarks with someone else. You know remembering marks and that too of other guys is not easy?", I said trying to be very normal.
"Then there must be a subject in which you performed badly otherwise he would not have mentioned about it.", she said immediately like a detective.
"Ya, there is one. I got 30 out of 60 in that", I said and felt proud of myself for handling the situation so well.
"But thats bad too.", she said sadly.
I finally had to confess then that my marks were actually very low.
Anyways, that phase got over and I was back in my dreamworld and into my lala land. Actually, I have always been like this. I have always tried to enjoy life in whatever way it is but to do things which I want to do. I neverused to think what my aim in life is or what are my future plans. I have always believed that Life is about living in the moment. I just always listened to my heart and always thought of enjoying every moment though my parents, especially my mom was continuously after me with that big 'S' word, better not to name it, I hate it.
So here was Shayanton Mitra enjoying his vaccations the way he wanted. I woke up at 7 in the morning, did a bit of jogging, then came back, had my breakfast, took bath, solved puzzles and Sudoku in The Telegraph, read a novel by Agatha Christie (the famous Hercule Pyro author though this one was on some other detective Marple), read some computer magazines, etc. I also tried some tricks in the computer like making the drives invisible though they would exist, removing the 'Windows XP' logo while booting, etc. I was actually very fond of solving Sudoku. This has been my passion ever since I went into college and Telegraph Sudokus are really good I must say.
But those days didn't last much longer. Soon after 3 days, my father regained his position of the king and woke me up at 5 o' clock in the morning and gave me the books of Power Electronics and Microprocessors. I was bewildered and revolted saying that I was not supposed to study in the vaccations to which he replied (actually shouted), "You were supposed to study during the exams which you did not do. So you will have to study now and anyways you have enjoyed for few days. As a student your job is to study and that is what you are going to do now."
I couldn't reply back as the first half of his speech was quite true. In the noon my mom got emotional and started telling me that how much my dad loved me, what hopes he has fom me and what all dreams he has een for me and has always helped in fulfilling them. So even I should respect his dreams. After all they are for my own good.
I felt like a criminal at that time. Really these moms can make you cry no matter however strong you are.In the evening, my father came back from office and gave me some more dose. He made me realize that I have still not done much in life and ahead lies a bigger battle. I felt like Brad Pitt of Troy and felt good actually but soon got depressed thinking of his tragic death in the movie. He made me aware of my responsibilities as the elder brother of two younger ones. He said me, "You should set an example for your brohers, son. You stay with him and study and help him out also sometimes." I felt so helpless.
However, unfortunately enough (for my father this time), the cube of my life again rolled after 7 days and this time it was rolled deliberately.I made a deal with my brother that I will stay in his room but would continue with my own interesrs and that is when I am writing this one. Well, now I feel that Life is like an n-dimensional cube. This definition may seem a little crazy but being a student of engineering, I couldn't find a better definition that could go on to present a better picture of life than this one. By the way, many faces of this cube are still to be discovered and many such experiences still to be penned down. Till then stop surfing the net and start studying for the next semester..............................
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