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  • B 3 0 7

    B 3 0 7

    Preparedness. That is the key to be acceptable of and comfortable in any given situation. Life changes, sometimes slowly over a period of time, or smack! right in your face overnight. But playing multiple simulated reruns of the situation in your mind helps in knowing exactly what to do when the time comes. People can call it overthinking too.

    However, the anomaly lies in the situations consisting of factors integral to your life, because the event maybe rehearsed, but the aftermath can only be predicted to a certain extent, and hence the preparedness would always be lousy at best. Hence it seeps in your life in ways you didn’t fathom, or didn’t want to think would fathom.

    The life that lied beyond the closed doors of B 3 0 7, still exists, in bits and pieces, in this universe. But the me that existed beyond it would only be able to make guest appearances in my life now. Like he comes and says hi whenever I am going out to buy momos, just in case I needed veg momos too, which is absurd. Or during the times when I return from the office to find the empty parking space filled, but with a different car. At times he makes me halt across these hawkers in case we need to buy Esse Lights.

    He does come in handy at times too, especially during shopping at malls, as his immunity to window shopping is godly. But mostly he comes in the form of reminiscence, like walking in the lift and glancing over the level 3 button before pushing the level 7.

    The thing that intrigues me about humans, is the fact that we do have a power to predict the future, by tracking the natural progression of things taking their due course. And hence humans also hold the power to change their future by causing an action to change the course of it. But we still choose to feel helpless due to a bizarre concept of freewill. So the situation should follow the desired course from the traditional one, not because we want so and will do things to ensure so, but because we think that the desired course is the better course. Or as if the situation has a conscience of its own which allows it to choose to occur in a certain way.

    How hard it is for us to accept the fact that our actions, or inaction cause the events in our lives to occur in a certain way? But then, even after knowing the same doesn’t make it easier to live with it. And maybe that’s why I end up departing with that part of me. It’s like breaking up with yourself on good terms. You know you wish well for each other, but also know would hurt each other more than doing good. So decide to walk on the separate paths with only happy memories kept alive.

    So, I guess I have broken up with the guy who thrived beyond the locked doors of B 3 0 7. Whatever he has taught me will always remain with me. But I knew what was coming, as they say, “all things, good or bad, come to an end”.

  • RUB OFF

    RUB OFF

    Now when I find myself in a situation where I actually feel could possibly influence a few younger souls around me, knowingly or unknowingly, it makes me think hard what kind of influence would I prefer to be. I went through the memories of the teachers who taught me to the date, and a few stood distinctly out.

    Shashi Ma’am. I remember her from my KGs who taught me my Hindi letters. She always told my mother that I’ll make her proud. Thank God she never said around what age. That would have been an embarrassment. But her belief was something that still stumps me and fills my heart with gratefulness altogether.

    Naqvi Ma’am, my second std. class teacher. She taught me that the first step of answering a question is knowing the complete question. We had the story of Alibaba and the Forty Thieves in our English syllabus, but it had an abrupt ending. As kids, we knew better than being hung on the ending, like we did later after Inception. We didn’t know that it covered just half of the story. So she took an extra period just to tell us about Scheherazade and the thousand tales, because she believed we should know it all to grasp the true learning from it. Or maybe because it was too fun.

    Saxena Ma’am, English teacher in the senior secondary school, who even after knowing that English as a subject is my strength, always kept focusing on the looser parts of it. Never allowing me to be complacent about the fact that the English exams which people dreaded for never having ample time to solve, were wrapped up in half time by me. (Yeah I am a snob here)

    But the teacher I think I would prefer to imitate, or the one who had the greatest impact on me would be Mr Brucey Parera, 8th std. class teacher. He was the man.. masculinity personified, maybe even with the hint of a certain toxicity. But what I would want to copy from him, would be his ideology of what should be taught to whom. He said to me once, “You might be a very good academic student, and sorry if me telling this hurts you, but you don’t have any practical awareness. Life lies beyond the books. Learn what you do not know.” He said, “I cannot teach what I do not know. But if I do not teach everything I know, what’s the point of teaching? So try to learn whatever I ask you to.”

    At this point, I think I’ll throw in everything I know. Even if one right thing rubs off to someone in the right way, I would have done something right. Right?