From my childhood, the stories have always been fascinating. Stories, which my grandmother used to tell, I used to listen without sleeping, In between, she used to check whether I had fallen asleep. But I never slept until she finished it. If she did finish, I would ask for another story. Bed time stories have always been very fascinating. I used to enjoy all the stories, though some were repeated many times, but as my young mind could generate the stories visually differently every time I learnt a new story.
Time passes by and the bed-time stories began to decease. I was growing up. So now, I was capable of sleeping with out the stories. But for the stories, there was never an end. When I look back in my past, all seems so new to me, and I keep wondering ,was that me that I did that, this!? There were many such instances when I myself cannot believe doing. Drastically, the stories changed. From the fascinating English text-book stories to the novels and much more. I experienced all new variety and varsity in the stories which I leant newly. As time passed by, as it sure does, the stories were different. Nothing like I used to read in the story books or the novels. These were the life stories. Some were absolutely genuine and heart-touching. Really heart touching, some made me cry, some made me feel sad and some were woven out of thin air. Now that was something to laugh about. Well, relating to the stories which I heard during my schooling. As far I know one was really really true and heart-touching. So here are two of the stories which I remember with distinction.
Way back some seven years or so, we had a new social teacher with discipline ‘Geography’. Well, I was not that much good at geography and what happened more was that she was our class teacher. I think it was the ninth standard. I guess it was. When ever she had a free time, she used to tell about her childhood and what happened back there. Well, I am not mentioning her name. I would address her as the geography teacher, as for what she teaches. So once in a while she tells us about her childhood. So our dear ma’am never liked geography as a subject during her childhood. And she was never interested in hearing the classes also. So, once in a while, she was caught up by her lecturer as she was having a small nap in his class. He angrily called her to the front of class and she realized that she to point a landmark on the map. And she placed the landmark quite opposite to the place it must be and for that she got a nice little scolding and as she says she hated geography much more. But for the present, she was teaching ‘Geography’ and I hated it too. So, does that mean, I will also be a geography teacher. “Hell no”. Now, wait, there is much more about this ma’am. Check this out. She was an expert gemologist also, as she says. And she was the topper in her batch and had studied all sorts of gems and their characteristics and so so things. And once during and art sale where the jewels were being sold, she was a sort of entrepreneur selling the jewels to the visitors and the customers. And with her expertise in the gems and adding to the beauty of her description about the gems which were there, people thronged to buy them and she got a higher pay for selling the most jewels that day. Even then, she left the job and started teaching a subject which she hated the most. Hmm… Can I count this to be a true story? Can you? Like wise were some of the stories about the teachers, who used to tell that they are teaching the subject which they hated the most. They call it ‘destiny’ or ‘fate’. Well, I too call it so. But sometimes destiny takes a turn and fate leads to unexpected results. I was much more concerned about another teacher of mine.
She was our English teacher, in the same ninth standard. She was P.B. We used to like the subject, but hated the role play and everybody hesitated to do it. So once in a while she was tires of shouting and told her story. She loved English and she loved teaching. Not to mention, she was awesome in her teaching and her skills in vocabulary were unmatched. No one else could do it. I would bet. And she was beautiful, much more beautiful than the rest of the crew that used the teaching stuff to us, the students. And we as students adorned her of her beauty and knowledge she with-hold. Every thing was beautiful and perfect. But she had a problem. I am not mentioning the problem, as I don’t want to make it complicated. But can mention this that her problem compelled her not to shout and she should avoid much stress on the esophagus, the breath canal. This caused her some minor problems as the intake of air; I mean the oxygen supply decreased and sometimes get choked. As she told this, we held our breath. We had never heard such a sorrowful story from anyone. And she shared it with us and ended with a tear in her eyes and ours too. We didn’t feel like having lunch that afternoon and later in the afternoon, we didn’t feel like enjoying the only games hour of the week. It just touched our heart and that made her much more dearer to us. This was a real story and I was an eye-witness also. She once became unconscious, while we were sitting behind her during one of the free periods. Our hearts throbbed faster. We immediately called other teachers as we were in a complete shock state. Well, that was it. I still can’t forget her face and the moments she spent with us. May god bless her and let her have a happy life.
Moving on. Now that I have succeeded in making you feel something. Let me give you the present scenario and why actually I thought of writing this post. So, these are the stories of the people around me.
I finished my schooling and ended up at college. The atmosphere is quite different and not like the good old days. I get so much tired of answering the questions by which I am constantly asked upon. Actually that not quite easy to take when they don’t believe anything I say. Now picture this: Exams are almost near, say a month left for the battle to begin. And to our amazement, we get three days holiday. Wow!? That was unexpected and I would try to implement my plans which I had been planning since some time. I go to a movie, write some posts in my blog and read some blogs and add a comment. Time flies and the college begin again. I look back and say “Oh gosh, I wasted all my holidays, I could have studied something”. But I anticipate some questions from my friends as “What did you do these days?” I try to weave some sort of a story and plan to tell them when asked upon. They ask the question which I most expected, because that was a routine of their asking. Even if we have a half-day break, they want to know what actually I did. As if, they are much more concerned about me. “Oh god, leave me alone”. They care. !? That is far, even to think. They are much more worried about me with respect to studies. They think I might have studied. But to their happiness, I never do and they don’t believe it. So they ask me the much anticipated question,” Hey, what did you do these holidays?”. Though I had the script ready in my hand, I don’t know what happens, I tell the series of events that really happened and finally they don’t believe them. I can’t help them or make them to understand that it was what actually had happened. And to keep up the conversation, I ask them back. They weave it so perfectly that it becomes hard to find that they are actually telling a lie. Now if they tell that they did study, now I will be fires up and I will also start such stunts. And they actually don’t want that to happen. So they cleverly make up the story from the thin air and present it to me. Rather, I being an idiot believe it. Sometimes, I don’t believe it. I know their behavior and the woven story doesn’t match with their personality and character. That’s basic human psychology. I can understand that. They actually do the studying thing, but don’t want others to know that they studied. And they think it’s hard to make out if they don’t tell the truth. These are some stupid behavior of some of the people around me. You know what they even make the lie a truth by updating all their Facebook and Twitter status. Hell, please stop it. Nobody actually cares to know what you did with the studies thing and what was so difficult to learn and what made to pull your hair and what made you sick of learning and what made you mad about the subject and what made you to neglect your studies and spend the time wasting in non-commercial purposes. I just want you guys to be truthful and don’t lie about yourself. It shucks, you know. Please avoid it and I suggest you guys to be frank, even if it makes hard to share.
P.S. :: I have done so much editing to this post and keeping in mind the people, I have deleted so many facts, which I think might have bored you much more. Though, the purpose of “Why?” I wrote this post didn’t meet its purpose, as I failed in expressing the true sense which I had thought of. Well, anyways I think I might have given you a picture of reality. Please, bear with my innocence and respond with your comments.
0 responses to “People and their Stories !!!”
Ajay, you need to be more rigorous in proof reading your posts.
Few pointers to good writing-
Crisp articulation.
Clear enunciation.
Use of simple language.
A relentless quest for good grammar.
I am sure if you follow these principles your post will acquire the necessary polish that is not present presently.
All the best and keep writing. I am a regular reader of your blog. 🙂
Ajay, you need to be more rigorous in proof reading your posts.
Few pointers to good writing-
Crisp articulation.
Clear enunciation.
Use of simple language.
A relentless quest for good grammar.
I am sure if you follow these principles your post will acquire the necessary polish that is not present presently.
All the best and keep writing. I am a regular reader of your blog. 🙂
@KS :: Thanks for the concern to help me with the blog. I really appreciate it. Actually, when I write I don't cross check again what I had written. So may be this is the reason I may be lacking your mentioned points.
And I am trying to get the required polish. And today while I was writing, the coldness of the AC freezed my hands. So , I guess I was much reluctant as I approached the end.
I hope to conquer those Pointers for good writing you mentioned.
Thanks for the comment and reading my posts. :))
@KS :: Thanks for the concern to help me with the blog. I really appreciate it. Actually, when I write I don't cross check again what I had written. So may be this is the reason I may be lacking your mentioned points.
And I am trying to get the required polish. And today while I was writing, the coldness of the AC freezed my hands. So , I guess I was much reluctant as I approached the end.
I hope to conquer those Pointers for good writing you mentioned.
Thanks for the comment and reading my posts. :))