Listening to music on Seeqpod, a recent favourite pastime of mine.
"I'll listen to the Beatles today."
I search on Seeqpod, add to playlist, add, add, add...
Many songs heard before, many new... Good! Good!
I listen while working. Arranging papers etc. Standing up.
"Hey what's this song? Doesn't seem Beatles...
But it's peppy. I listen listen..."
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Growing Up Again
“You think you got into the team because of your abilities? Think again. The list was made by us and sent to the Gymkhana.”
“I always told you that this guy (referring to me) was not up to it. We should never have put his name on the list.”
“You cannot leave the post just because you want to. The Hall gave you the post... and you better live up to the name of the Hall.”
“We don’t tolerate any attitude. If we say so, not a single person in the Hall will talk to you. How would you like that?”
“If you can’t do it, quit. People will curse you for a few days and then they will forget it.”
“Your first priority is academics, you say? Then why the hell did you take up the post? I had warned you earlier...”
“Kid, I believe in you. You can do it.”
The first year in the Senior Hostel was a confusing and trying one. My extra-curricular ambitions had overlapped with the political ambitions of the Hall. And both of these bulldozed any academics ambitions that I might have had.
I had to make some choices then – the one between academics and extra-curricular being of foremost importance.
Yet, I was not ready to make a choice. I was too afraid and tried to keep one foot in each boat.
My seniors, like all seniors, tried to help me. They counselled, they advised; when they saw it was no use being soft, they were tough and unforgiving.
Unfortunately, I did not know whose advice to listen to. I wanted to win everyone’s heart with my actions and behaviour. I was always reminded of my years at junior school, where all the teachers adored me. But however much I tried, I could not find that loving care and guidance in my seniors’ behaviour towards me.
It took me some time to realize that I would need to earn that love.
I learnt that I needed to prioritize – not just for my own good, but for others too. My choices would affect the ambitions the others; and for this alone, I needed to act responsibly.
I learnt a lot of life from my seniors. The learning was tough but it was a part of growing up that was necessary for me. That time, I was afraid to discuss such stuff with too many people. But now, a good many years have passed. On my side, a sense of love and respect lingers on for my seniors. They too will have overlooked (or will overlook, in the future) my many flaws.
So now is a good time to write about the problems I used to face then. But the main reason why I write about those times is that currently I am in another phase of learning – another necessary learning curve. As some of you might have guessed, right now is not the correct time to dwell on the details. And to those of you who know, and are helping me on the way, I just have one thing to say – thanks.
“I always told you that this guy (referring to me) was not up to it. We should never have put his name on the list.”
“You cannot leave the post just because you want to. The Hall gave you the post... and you better live up to the name of the Hall.”
“We don’t tolerate any attitude. If we say so, not a single person in the Hall will talk to you. How would you like that?”
“If you can’t do it, quit. People will curse you for a few days and then they will forget it.”
“Your first priority is academics, you say? Then why the hell did you take up the post? I had warned you earlier...”
“Kid, I believe in you. You can do it.”
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The first year in the Senior Hostel was a confusing and trying one. My extra-curricular ambitions had overlapped with the political ambitions of the Hall. And both of these bulldozed any academics ambitions that I might have had.
I had to make some choices then – the one between academics and extra-curricular being of foremost importance.
Yet, I was not ready to make a choice. I was too afraid and tried to keep one foot in each boat.
My seniors, like all seniors, tried to help me. They counselled, they advised; when they saw it was no use being soft, they were tough and unforgiving.
Unfortunately, I did not know whose advice to listen to. I wanted to win everyone’s heart with my actions and behaviour. I was always reminded of my years at junior school, where all the teachers adored me. But however much I tried, I could not find that loving care and guidance in my seniors’ behaviour towards me.
---
It took me some time to realize that I would need to earn that love.
I learnt that I needed to prioritize – not just for my own good, but for others too. My choices would affect the ambitions the others; and for this alone, I needed to act responsibly.
I learnt a lot of life from my seniors. The learning was tough but it was a part of growing up that was necessary for me. That time, I was afraid to discuss such stuff with too many people. But now, a good many years have passed. On my side, a sense of love and respect lingers on for my seniors. They too will have overlooked (or will overlook, in the future) my many flaws.
So now is a good time to write about the problems I used to face then. But the main reason why I write about those times is that currently I am in another phase of learning – another necessary learning curve. As some of you might have guessed, right now is not the correct time to dwell on the details. And to those of you who know, and are helping me on the way, I just have one thing to say – thanks.
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