Happy Onam..

My dear ones,

   Sikha

Always be shining stars....

            That was another FDP session in our college. It was on the same day, I have stood up myself to make a comment on the sessions done by two of my colleagues. I am coming to the details;

    There were two seminars on that day. The 1^st one was on the topic “Stars- our friends”, and the 2^nd was on “stress management”.  The former one explained the life cycle of stars, mainly the death cycle in which the stars first become ‘Red Giant’, then ‘white dwarf’ and lastly ‘ black dwarf’ which means the end of the life of a star. Due to some reactions happening for a long time  in the stars, some pressure will cause them to shrink inwards, which makes them decreasing their size. Gradually it become smaller, which is called as a ‘white dwarf’ And the  final state is “ black dwarf” which is the death of that star. This was very informative and new to most of us.

            The latter topic covered what is called ‘stress’ , its symptoms, types of stresses, how positive stress helps us, and how we can get rid of the negative stress. It was also an interesting seminar.

  We all enjoyed both the sessions; they were presented very well by my friends. And, after finishing both, started the interactive session. The seniors started talking about the stress in teaching profession. Somebody said that, it is the most stressful profession, but one opposed by saying, it is not a stressful job, rather it is an easy job. And there is somebody else pointed out that, if we are passionate about teaching, then it can never be stressful. Likewise, different types of opinions were coming. But, I think, it was only me, who was not thinking about that point. I was thinking about something else. I was feeling so tensed, my heart started beating so fast, and I was almost up from my seat. I got understood what my mind trying to do then. I agreed.. I couldn’t resist the urge to go the stage and tell something. But, there was serious discussion going on. But, I couldn’t wait. I called principal Mam, and told her that “Mam, I just want to say something”. She looked at me in surprise, and told me that, “ Come forward Mam, you don’t have to ask permission”. Then, I found myself on the stage( Actually I don’t remember how I reached there).

            I started with congratulating both of my friends, and then I said- “ when I heard both of the classes, I just found a relation between both the topics. I want to relate the dying star to a negatively stressed person. When he is at the peak of his stress, or mental pressure, he is in the same position as the ‘Red giant’. And if he continue to be in that state, after some time, he will shrink to a ‘ white dwarf’ and then to a ‘black dwarf’. And friends, what I want to tell  that, we should never allow us to continue to be a ‘Red giant, then to become a white dwarf and at last a ‘black dwarf’. I wish all of us,to be ‘shining stars’ always....”

   It was my first comment, that I have made myself (the very 1^st one was made by me when Principal Mam called out my name on stage, and I had no other option). And, you know what, all the rest of the appreciation was about my statement. They congratulated me saying that, it was a creative thought, and they liked that. I was so happy then. “Everybody like to be appreciated” – it is true. Actually, that day helped me to make me noticed by everyone. And, then in all the next FDP’s I have tried to say something. And I can feel the difference ; FDP have improved my confidence to speak before public. Nowadays, I don’t feel the tension which I had on the first time. My heart beats are normal when I stand up for saying something. Actually, this is the purpose of the FDP (Faculty Development Program). I am happy to say that, our principal Mam pointed me out saying, I am the best example for the FDP utilization.

      Thank you friends, for all your patience. I will come later with another FDP story.. 

A missed letter...

                  

          It seems to be  lost.. I am talking about the letter. Even after this much days..(More than 2 weeks yet), he didn’t got it. What does it mean? Have any one read that? My personal feelings eavesdropped? Or is that the fate of that letter? Was it meant not to reach its destiny? But, ask me, it was really a sweet letter.. full of love and passion, and small small complaints and sorrows in my life.. in our life.. But you missed it..We really missed it. It was really written so beautifully, in green letters, I have made it so perfect as much as I could, as it was my letter to you after a long break.. Some months before, (or is it past an year or more?) the idea of writing long letters, had left us... We just tried to forget such a nice way to express ourselves..

          And it was on one night, I was laying awake on bed thinking about those past but beautiful days.. And I started missing you ,.. I couldn’t tell you how much..And after some time, I have found myself writing in a long ruled paper, with green letters....

A message to my loving brother..

    My loving brother,

Some times, I remember the days when you were a little one.. A very little, cute one.. We , your sisters really made silly fights to make you tell each of us, that whom  you love  the most..And most of the times you came to my side apart Biji and Chikku. I was  so happy and proud then...

  I remember those days when you joined your nursery.. On the first day, when we got you there and started to leave, you were crying so..much. you may not be knowing,but I really could't stand that sight. And from the very next day, I used to come with you, and stayed back with you there, so that you feel happy and safe.

 I remember, that day when you have to take an injection at the clinic near your nursery, it was me who was with you. I was scared thinking that, you may cry, and can't bear the pain. But, to my surprise, to every one's surprise, you didn't cried at all.

 I remember  your  first stage performance.. you were looking so cute, in the fancy dress as the hunter, with black powder on your body,and the dress made of leaves.. I used to say the audience near to me "It's my brother..It's my brother". Your mimicry performances in such a little age, made so proud of you.. and also remember the drama competition two years back, that made me cry too..you have won the 'best  actor award'.. your performance was simply "superb"..

I remember, those days, when you need me for each and everything other than others. Even for covering your note books,and writing your name on name slips..

One day, I found my elder brother in you, when you waited for me at the bus stop, as I was late from college... You don't know, how much important you really are for me..

I remember that day also, when we had that quarrel..and spoke about things, that shouldn't be spoke. But, I thought it was another silly fight we used to have often. But, now I feel that, I was wrong.. That day, started the bad part in my life.. You have taken all my words seriously, and started avoiding me. You started rejecting the things I give you. 

  

 I feel really so..bad my dear. I miss those wonderful days..when we played together, played Quiz together, cracked jokes together..and our silly fights together.. I really miss you my  one and only little brother..

   

You know, after some more months, I won't be here with you all. I will be getting married, and will go that home. So, I really want to have some more precious moments with you.. I have tried a lot to solve the problem. But, I think, you are not even noticing that. If you feel that, you can forgive me, then please pardon me.. I am so..sorry for that day..so sorry for everything, I have done wrong.. I love you  so..so..much dear..

  

The Rakhi day is coming, so, wishing you a happy rakhi day..  I want the Rakhi of love always tied on your arm..

With lots of love, 

Your elder sister..

An unexpected meeting

          Meetings.. Some can be preplanned, and  some can be accidental or unexpected. In the latter case , a meeting can be  a pleasant one, something that can makes us happy or an unpleasant one, that may make us feel bad or disturbed. Some days before I had a meeting like that. An unexpected one. But the thing is that, I can’t say whether it was a pleasant or unpleasant one. Yeah, there are some situations like this....

          I had met one of my friend on that day. Actually, she was my best friend some years ago. I have already told you about our relation. We were like having two bodies physically and a single soul. We were that much close to each other. We loved each other so..  much. But, one day that happened. There had a break-up. And we stopped talking, and contacting each other. That was an agreement that, we  both don’t have to message or make a call. Because, we know, the broken relations can’t be patched up completely. And we don’t need our relation incomplete..without the essence which it had in those days. That is why I have described it as ‘a wound not healed yet’..

          So, I am coming back to that day, when we met last. I was just crossing the road to wait for my college bus with my sister. It’s my sister who pointed out my friend, and said ‘ Look, that chechi is standing there’. When I saw her, what I felt was.. no..I don’t think, I can explain it..But, until that day, all I feared was this .. like, ‘if I came to see her  face to face, what will I do?, and how will I mangae that..?”. and, that already happened...

          When I reached the bus stop, I couldn’t resist myself looking her. Yes, she was also looking towards me. It was she who spoke first .“when will your bus come?” , and I answered her. How simple!!. And like this, we started our conversation, and said good bye, when I was about to leave. During the travel also, I found myself thinking about her; our sudden meeting; how we managed to talk to each other; and I also thought about the days we were together, for everything, with hand in hand; and all the wonderful things we used to share and talked about...

          When I returned back my home at evening, I thought about her again. How we managed to talk. Actually, I was wondering, why I was not at all disturbed; and how I could behave as normal?; and how I could forget that quarrel we had made? The words  which can’t be taken back that we both had spelled out??.. I couldn’t understand.. I think, it’s because of the love and affection we had once, we couldn’t behave as strangers. It’s sure that, our relation can’t have a go back ; but, I am sure, still we both have some place for each other in our hearts. May be it’s true that, we can never hate a person completely whom we loved a lot once upon a time.. And I can feel my heart becoming some more relaxed. A feeling of lightness...

A rare luck

             Last day, I posted something about 'Luck'..and  now, I am here to tell you that, I am lucky to have a rare opportunity, that most of the people don' get..

       You all may  be knowing that, currently I am working as an Assistant Professor in an Engineering college. I have told you about the college, and the some of the things that is going on there. But, I didn't told you about this. You know something?, that one of my own sister studies in the same college. 'so what..?' you may ask. But, do you know, I am teaching in her class also. Actually, I am their group tutor/counseller till their final year. Isn't that exciting? .To be a teacher of your own sister?.I should say,'yes, it is..really exciting, and a good feeling' and some of my colleagues said that, it's a rare chance or 'luck'.. What do you feel my dear ones..?

A gift brought by FDP

In one of my previous posts, I was saying about the FDP (Faculty Development Program) in my college. Today I got something to share with you. The FDP program made me get a valuable gift .Let me tell the story. It was on last week.....

That day one of my colleague was taking a seminar on the topic “Luck”. She had explained some interesting things about ‘luck’, and finally there came the  time for making comments. I got up myself  and faced the audience to make a comment. I started with congratulating her for taking such an interesting topic. Then I told them about the book “The Monk Who Sold His Ferari”, by Robin Sharma, and continued like this...

‘In that book, the narrator of the story,John asks the central character Julian, “what is called ‘Luck’ my dear friend?”. Then Julian replies, “It’s nothing more than the marriage of preparation with opportunity”. As we see, preparation plays an important role in life success. When opportunity comes to a person, who is prepared, he can take the opportunity. This is what Julian Mantle considered as luck. So, if the luck knocks an unprepared mind, there is a high probability that, he miss his opportunity and misses his luck. So to be the lucky person, we all have to be well prepared ...Good luck to all of you’.... I stopped saying like this.

Then, the next day, the  Mechanical Department HOD(Head of the  Department) asked me about my interest in reading, and about the type of books I used to read. He looked so impressed on me..

The next day, he called me in his department, (Me belongs to Electrical Engineering Department), and gifted me something..You know what was that..? An “e-Reader”... Kobo e-reader. I was so happy and excited on seeing that. I also wanted to get one like that..and God is great! I got it as a gift.. I thanked him so..much for this wonderful present. I asked him , whether I can show this to our Principal Mam..He said “Oh..yes, go on..”. Then I showed Mam, and she said a “Wow!!”, and Sir explained why he had given me this gift.. Mam said “Look, how happy she is!!”..She was right.. I was so..so..happy..

Have a look at my new e-reader..