My kids' day at school..

How i wish i had a dumbledore's pensieve where i could safely store my countless memories..When it comes to my kids..i really have a whole maze!!

It is as if i am living two lives..one of my own and one that is 17 years behind but mine only...

there are so many incidences when it is difficult to stop smiling the entire day..

Last time when i was at home during diwali hols..there was some annual function to be organised in aadi diaa's school.so ma wanted me to go and just talk to their teacher once to enquire about the dresses or any further notice.. looking back i am happy i wasnt lazy that particular day...

I reached their school at around 9:30..their school begins at 8:00..

Dont kno what exactly i was thinking then..i had grudges for having to wake up early(9:00 am at home is early!!!)..i had a bit uncomfort that what am i supposed to say to the principal..(n yes i had the air that cant anything be managed without me??well that all just beacuse i was half asleep..)..

Neeta maam saw me coming and notioned me not to come in view till she says..so i just stayd beside the door viewing the disorder the so calld angels were creating...

to begin with one and only person not on her seat was my sister..she was near the rack holding colourful school bags..was having some kind of conversation with aashi .

i knew she was basically intersetd in having her lunch box which she did manage to eat by the end..(now perhaps feeling hungry is inherited in our family..our satiety centre is never satisfied!!)..

Then there was my brother who sat on the first seat just under the teachers nose..now that was a surprise to me..so ignoring diaa i devoted my full attention to aadi..he had nothing in hand and was again and again giving that mischievous smile which my ma and me are well aquainted with but blessed be the teacher that she isnt!!!

He sumhow managed to slip from the seat and exchanged it with a girl sitting behind him..the girl gave a scornful look..aadi smiled..and it was then the devil in him rose..

he patted the girl at the sholuder..(name :i yet hv to find out-i have to know that name in any case!!!)she turned back..aadi just grinned..he again patted her..she again turned..aadi grinned wider..

I didnt know what my brother was upto..but we peolple dont start that early huh ???!!!Aadi then kind of stroked that girls cheek..this time she was wearing a weary expression and seemed to be getting irritated,aah but my brother seemed to enjoy this just like he enjoys throwing his games down through the balcony!!!!

The breakpoint..aadi caught hold of her chair from behind..and slaaassssshhhhhh!!!!!!!!..my brothers first SLAP by a girl!!!!!..

good job girl(wish i knew her name)..but ohh the paradox the teacher scolded her!!

i finally entered the class to face aadi..who by god almighty's grace still had that winning expression on his face..now thats what you call spirit bro ..!!either he didnt realise that he had been slapped by the girl or he thought things which i cant yet...

Rest all what happened i dont remmbr nor does it holds any significance for me ...but cheers to my brother and sister..real proud of them!!!!!And Aadi when you grow up dont kill me for this one..!!

WALKING THE EXTRA MILE..

Five months into medical college..its still as intriguing for me as the first day..that I am going to become a doctor!!I am back home in this post exam period..while at airport ,my id was checked..the ground duty lady scanned me up n down with suspicious uncertain eyes n asked.."so you a medical student??"...I said yes but I restrained myself from asking"dont I look like one????"...
Now that is what baffles me..am I a medico yet???Am I prepared to be a medico??? I remember quite vividly..sitting on the terrace with my grandma..I must be then 9 yrs old ..n talking to her(then also it was me who was speaking!!)..I told her I wont become a doctor when I grow up..being a doctor is so very messy..I wont make myself as busy as my mum n dad were..I would never take this field even at the cost of being a tramp!!...
How far its seems..and the reality now curtains that piece of memory into a childhood dream..
The only fact (howsoever incredible it seems) today is everyday I somehow manage to get up..wear that long white apron..check for gloves n perhaps dissection box too.. rush towards "B.J. medical col"..n climb up, two at a time,the stairs to anat or physio lecture hall..(I am not in mood to mention biochemistry here) ..
I evryday learn terminology,phenomenons n facts about human body that makes me drift more and more steps further away from the so vast non medical world...
All my colleagues back there in BJ will agree to me how much different is this world..a second school.. a beginning of a second "long" journey..with talks and humour that is restricted to us but french to a commoner...
but somehow i became a part of it..when and how..i myself dont know..i now enjoy the tuberosities (ups)..n fossa's(downs)..of this medical college..i enjoy fighting with each other for having lost or misplaced bones during exams..knocking rooms at 2 at night and asking for extra skullss!i enjoy sitting in a room and diagnosing necrosis for a minor scratch!!!..i like making our own theories and turning that Bainbridge reflex into marey’s law in our simplest conversation..n I accept haven’t yet been able to find out where exactly that pterygoplalatine fossa lies!!!...
The clinicals we have..how I dread percussion!!..u have to say u heard a dull node evn if u didn’t even hear the resonant one..the histo slides(wont ever be able to distinguish an eyelid n lip##),the haemat pracs…with jaya never being able to fill up that capillary.. n me borrowing blood from others wenevr I can..and how can I forget to mention dissection..comeon we people till date get confused whether we are looking at an artery or nerve!!!!
Just a walk through the corridor of my hostel..i wonder if I had not been their collegue how much weird I might have found my fellows..there is neha explaining aashima what lurching gait is..she turned herself almost into a subject with paralysed gluteus medius...my roommate,with all tibia fibula..n countless bones..soo many books on her bed.. she sumwhere hidden within them….evryone seems to be a bundle of caricatures!!...
There is lots n lots..A matter of thought…its a HUGE world..its a new world..and I am walking the extra mile perhaps…