Sunday, 11 September 2016
: Frame it Right
unfinished chapter: Frame it Right: Dear Friends, Words are very powerful. They can construct or ruin situations. One needs to be very watchful while communicating . But u...
Frame it Right
Dear
Friends,
Words
are very powerful. They can construct or ruin situations. One needs to be very watchful
while communicating . But unfortunately
,the most careless used are these ‘Words’ which can break hearts, hurt feelings, excite sentiments and cause a
whole lot of anxiety. This anecdote from my life, is an example of the same.
Meena
Mishra.
Frame It Right
It was a
regular day. Meena went to school as usual. But things were completely
different when she returned home. The first astonishment was to find the door
ajar. There was a frightening silence in the house. Mother was sobbing .Father
was laying on the bed with his hands covering his face trying to hide his
feelings. Something had gone terribly wrong. But what? Mother handed over the
telegram that read ‘Mother died come soon’, to her.
Those were
the days when telephone was not a common place miracle. Receiving a telegram
meant that the incident must have taken place three days back. Meena’s father
was the eldest son of the family. If there was one person his mother could rely
upon, it was him. He was not by his mother’s side when she breathed her last.
It was saddening beyond belief.
It was an unexpected blow
for the family. They had to set on a journey to their native place, Pindaruch ,
a small village tucked in the heart of Mithila (the birthplace of legendary
Sita). Her siblings were fed. Rest of
the cooked meal, milk and vegetables were given to the immediate neighbour.
There was no need of withdrawing money from the bank as the neighbours had already pooled in cash
that they had at home . Meena always wondered how did all her neighbours manage
to throng in and offer help in times of difficulty They had already arranged
for a car and a driver for her family as waiting for the bus would have meant
wastage of time. Entire neighbourhood was sad. They knew how attached her
father was to her granny. Even she loved her granny very much. Meena’s mother
packed some faded colour sarees and a handful of simple dresses for the other
family members. In a gloomy silence the family set out on a journey.
After a long
and tiring journey, they reached their native place. The news of their arrival
in a car (What a luxury it was!) had spread in the entire village. Following
the tradition, some family members were standing in the portico , with mugs
filled with water which would be used for washing their feet before entering
the Pooja Room, where they had to bow before the deity before entering the
house.
The car reached the portico.
Meena’s father was the first one to alight. And to everybody’s surprise, the
person standing there with a mug filled with water, was none other than her
granny. The expression that she observed on her father’s face was not easy to
explain. It was a mixed feeling of joy, wonder, amazement, bewilderment and
surprise. He hugged his mother and burst into tears. Her granny was perplexed, quite
unaware of the situation and didn’t know how to react.
unfinished chapter: My Chemistry Teacher
unfinished chapter: My Chemistry Teacher: My Chemistry Teacher It was an archetypal morning. Yes, Board results for 12 th standard CBSE were to be declared. Rahul was quite n...
My Chemistry Teacher
My Chemistry Teacher
It was an archetypal morning. Yes, Board results for 12th
standard CBSE were to be declared. Rahul was quite nervous about it. Even
though he was always considered to be a lazy child, unlike his true self, he
had put in lots of efforts for this exam. “I wish I make at least myself proud ,”
he thought while refreshing the site .
“Are the results declared?” asked his mother.
“No Maa. The site is crashing again and
again.” He answered anxiously. He closed his eyes for a while ,chanted Gayatri
Mantra ,opened his eyes and refreshed the page. The moment of surprise was just
about to tap at his door .**CBSE 2016 Board Results**.He opened the link and
entered his seat number. The marksheet was flashing on the screen. He could not
believe his luck.
He had scored
95%. He checked his seat number and name again but the score didn’t change. He
had scored highest in Chemistry. Good Lord! This was out of the world feeling. Has
he really??? He was jumping with joy. Hugging his mother tightly he actually
cried. “Thank you so much Anjana ma’am.I love you”. He shouted at the top of
his voice. He knew she wouldn’t hear it but he wanted to express his happiness
and he did.
His teacher
had always told him that if she was making them slog, it was for their benefit.
If she had been strict with them it was for making them disciplined. But did he
realise it then? No, he didn’t. His mind drifted back into the memory
lane......
“This is not
Markonikov rule. What’s wrong with you Rahul?” she screamed. Rahul was
physically present but mentally absent. He was trying to recall his past
experience with his Chemistry teacher. Anjana ma’am was such a partial teacher.
Whoever would be responsible for the mischief but finally the one to be punished was Rahul. If someone would
giggle, she would throw dagger on him. If someone would produce a weird sound
to distract her, she would directly walk to his desk .She was the most
irritating teacher in the school. She would get on his nerves.
He still
remembered the day when Science practical exams were going on. Somebody had
flicked off a beaker from the lab. When she got to know about that she called
him out of the lab and asked him to return the beaker .He was at the end of his
tether. He was mad with rage. He felt like screaming out loudly but then he
remembered what his mother had said. “I don’t want any complain from the school
, Rahul”. Why does CBSE keep 11th and 12th grade students
in school? Why can’t they keep separate Junior Colleges? At least they will
have different teachers.
He was back
from his trance when he heard the shrill cry of Anjana Ma’am. “I am waiting for
your answer,Rahul”. “But what was the
question ma’am?”,he asked seriously. “What is Markonikov rule?” she
asked sarcastically. “The person having power, dominates”, he mumbled. “Speak
loudly I can’t hear”, she demanded. “The product with more branches dominate”, he
said loud enough to be heard. She asked him to take his seat. He simply hated
the way she made the students slog and learn.
But ,today
while looking at his computer screen he realised that if she would not have
been strict with him he would not have scored the highest in the subject he
hated the most, ‘ Chemistry’ . He understood the fact that even though he
didn’t like the way it was taught, her intentions were always good. “Thanks a
ton Anjana ma’am.I will always be indebted to you”, he shouted with joy.
unfinished chapter: Who's He?
unfinished chapter: Who's He?: Dear Friends, Do you know how your arrogant, egotistical and big-headed boss behaves in his personal life?? Want to know? Loads of...
Who's He?
Dear
Friends,
Do
you know how your arrogant, egotistical and
big-headed boss behaves in his
personal life?? Want to know?
Loads
of love,
Meena
Mishra
Who’s He????
I couldn’t deem
what I was seeing. I was approaching
towards my childhood friend after so many years. Unconventionally beautiful ,Rosa, my comrade. She wasn’t tall, slim, fair and eye-catching like other girls in the
party. Instead she was short, plump, dark but fine-looking. I loved her bright
eyes, innocent smile and white teeth peeping through her dark lips when she
would laugh. Her laugh was different. Loud, vibrating, devilish laugh.
In school she was famous as one who could be
heard before coming into view. She was the most upbeat and care-free girl of
our class. Whenever friends would try to tease her over her height, built, complexion
or laughter, she would not only take it lightly but
also participate in it. I had a strong predilection for her since the time she was my class-mate in Primary school, in
New Delhi. After my father got transferred to Mumbai, we lost touch.
She literally ran towards
me and gave me a tight hug. Oh! I could actually feel the warmth. She was
gleaming with glee and so was I. “So, you work here?” she inquired. Before I
could answer her she said, “How foolish of me!!” “This is an official party and
only those who work here are invited. I
have been transferred to this office just one month back. So, didn’t get a
chance to see you. Anyways, which
department?” As usual before I could utter a word, she pronounced , “Just
forget it. How does it matter?” She dragged me towards a chair and said, “Good
to see you after so many years. I was dying to talk to a buddy. This is a new
city, new office, new people and you know quite well that I don’t share with the people until and unless
they are too close to me.” I had to
strain my ears to listen to her. “How are your parents doing? How are our other
friends?” I asked. “They are perfectly fine”, she replied in a jiffy as if
I was wasting her time .
“I want to
share something about my new boss with you”, she said. I took it as a hint of lending her my ears
with my mouth shut. “Ok , shoot ”,I said. And she began. “This boss of mine, he
is the most ill-mannered person I have ever seen. Even if I am late for five
minutes he gets angry. He keeps me on my toes throughout the day. My whole
energy gets drained meeting the dead-lines given by him. I have seen him
smiling only when the clients are there, otherwise he has such a sullen face as
if he needs to pay for smiling. He is arrogant , proud, haughty, over-confident
and self-importance personified. Nobody in this office wants to work for him
that’s why they had to get a secretary from New Delhi office. I don’t know how
to deal with him.” She was fuming with annoyance while speaking. After venting
out her anger , she looked serene .I offered her a drink.
Now she was
in a mood of sharing about our common friends. All of a sudden she realised that
the entire talking has been done by her and that she should give me a chance to
speak. So she allowed me to talk about me. “Once we shifted to Mumbai, I made
new friends in my new school. I completed my LLB and became a lawyer. I fell in
love with the hottest and sexiest boy of my batch . So many girls craved for him
but he was mine. Such an adorable boy friend he was! after we got settled in
our career, we had a word with our parents and got married.”I compiled my story
in a nutshell. She had a smirk on her face. “So how’s he now?” she asked. “Did
he change after marriage or he is still the same?” I had to admit that he has
changed. “He has become more responsible, loving, caring and understanding. Even
though he is extremely busy in his
profession he is just a phone call away, whenever I need him. He is a warm, affectionate
,devoted and amorous husband. I am blessed to have him in my life. Not only
that , he takes care of my parents more than I do.” She was in high spirits to
know about me and congratulated me.
I told her I
was getting late and before we parted I asked her casually, “What is the name
of your boss?” She whispered into my ears, “Mr. J. K. Mishra” . I gave her the naughtiest smile of mine and bid her good
bye.
unfinished chapter: Candid story-Rejected
unfinished chapter: Candid story-Rejected: Dear Friends, Do you know why do employees tell a lie for taking leave? This story will give you an insight into the problem. I am sur...
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