…because (for me) that was not a JOB !

St. Mary’s School – Another beautiful chapter!

When you forget to collect your salary after leaving your job, that moment becomes a perfect realization of how much you’ve loved your work!

Well, yes I am talking about myself working as a school teacher (particularly a subject teacher previous year, for a very short period). I went there, I taught and when I left the job after completing my session, I thought about the lovely kids, about the staff out there, about my daily routine, about my subject which I was teaching, thought about the lesson plans as well (which I hardly followed!), thought about everything else and forgot about my salary.

Slowly, when I adjusted myself back into my earlier routine I found myself somewhere thinking about those little monsters but still I hardly had any thought related with my salary of last two months. One fine day when I went to an ATM to get little cash, I found my account was showing 975 rupees to me. I had one bad expression on my face that, “my goodness! I am not left with even a thousand rupee note in my life!!” and then I thought about all the options from where I could get the money! This was the moment when I thought about my salary.

एक और बसंत बीत चला

देख लिया बदलते मौसमों का एक पूरा चक्र,

अब झर जाना चाहिए पतझर का बहाना कर कि,

जिसमें (अपनी उम्र जी चुका?) पत्ता धीरे - से शाख छोड़ देता है,

जिस पर पीले पड़ जाने का फ़िज़ूल आरोप लगा देते हैं लोग..

पतझर का झरा हुआ पत्ता पीला नहीं होता..

कभी देखना उसे, वो सुनहला होता है..

एक उम्र जीने के बाद वो निखर जाता है..

तुम उसके सुनहलेपन को पीलापन कहकर गिरा देने का बहाना बना लेते हो...

वो पत्ता जो अपनी सारी नमी तुम्हारे नाम कर चुका..

तुम उसे सख्त और रुखा कह देते हो..

The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry

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One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

 There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

 While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

The Timing of The Time . . !!

Right now I am sitting silently and calculating the time. Yes, calculating the time in many ways. Like, since my birth how much time I took to open my eyes, how much time I took to put my first step to move, how much time I took to stand on my own feet, how much the time I took to speak my very first word, how much time I took to say maa and papa, how much the time I took to manage a pencil in my hand and to write something, how much time I took to speak a full length sentence just in one attempt!!

Believe me, I am surprised to see that every single thing which I did, took time; here when I am saying ‘Time’, I am talking about a particular period of time which was required to do that particular task. But the question here is that why am I thinking and calculating about the time which has passed by !!

Beauty is not defined , nor life !

Actually in today’s world, we either take time ‘too seriously’ that we don't get time to live it properly or else we take time ‘too lightly’ that we don't realize that time is giving us all lots of notices to utilize it properly.

Almost all of us have our disappointments from life and especially with the time like, ‘life and time aren't in our favour.’ Sometimes we feel that nothing is in our hand and we are not getting something we want or we deserve.

I myself went through bad phase in life and faced despairing situations many times, but I let myself know that when I took out a particular period of time in doing every single thing in my life from opening my eyes to saying my first word then how can I expect things to be done without taking certain amount of time!! And why should I expect things to be happen just the way I wanted?? And even if I am doing that then I must keep this thing in my mind that it’s very difficult to understand the opportunity  of the time!!!

We say that life is not too big and we don’t have enough time to focus on all the things we want to have or to do but we fail to understand that life isn't too short either to focus on ‘shortcuts’ only. One must have faith and patience so that a person can wait for the right opportunity and actually get what he/she deserves. What I strongly believe is that life is really ‘too short’ to live with regrets and with the disappointments but it is ‘too long’ to achieve what one deserves because ultimately It is all about the timing of the time…!!!!