what i really want ?

        The belief tells you that if an eyelash accidentally falls out, you can make a wish. We usually see children doing this very naturally. Even I had done this for number of times as a child. I don't remember what i had wished for, but it was definitely a doll or a basket full of flowers or a never ending chocolate. Now I will ask for high speed internet, bike, iPhone and the list goes on.

         But practically thinking, is it possible for a single eyelash to fulfill my wish? What i want is pretty simple. I want a doll for my little sister now and the same doll for the daughter of housemaid if possible. I want a cricket ball for my brother and may b a set of good books for someone who is working hard to complete his own education. I really want some time to spare and enjoy with my dad on bike. I want some more time for my mom who is working only for me since so many years. I want a whole night just to be in 'Matrumandir' in my school. I want my teacher to scold me again for incomplete homework. I want to go to Kashmir and stay over there for long time. I want holiday for someone who is working on the border. I want some time for all those fathers to spend with their children who go office early in the morning and come late. 

          I want Indian Rupee to be more stronger. I want Pakistan to stop attacks. I want growing seeds. I want fastest technology. I want some clothes for people living in Ladakh in winter. I want rain only in rainy season. I want to see Punjabi doing Bhangra. I want to sing Bollywood songs louder. I want Sachin Tendulkar again on Wankhede. I want to meet Virat Kohli. I know, that a single eyelash can not handle this burden of my such stupid wishes. But the fact is, I really don't know what I want in my life. I just want to grow because its mandatory.

माझी आई

               स्वतःपुढे मला काहीच दिसत नाही. मी  सकाळी घरातून निघते.जरा पाय आपटत. "आई , नेहमी प्रमाणे बस नाही मिळणार गं वेळेवर.. त्यात तू डब्याला उशीर केलास .. जाऊ दे .. बघते माझं मी " असं म्हणत वड्याचं  तेल वांग्यावर काढत घराबाहेर पाऊल टाकते. मला मनात पक्क माहित असतं, उशीर होण्याच कारण माझ्या वस्तू शोधण्यात घालवलेला वेळ. पण मान्य करायच नसतं.
               पुढे बससुद्धा वेळेत मिळते. आणि शिवाय कानात गाणीपण लगेच  सुरु झाली पाहिजेत. जाणीव वगैरे सगळ होतं हो, पण ते फक्त कोणीतरी जाणीव करून दिल्यानंतर. जेव्हा स्वतःच टेम्पर गेलेल असत, तेंव्हा अस काही सुचत नाही. पुढे सिग्नलला बस थांबल्यावर आपोआपच हात मोबाइलकड़े जातो. "आई ??" "बोल बाळा, बस मिळाली नं? आणि डब्बा खा ग बाई वेळेवर." मला मेल्याहून मेल्यासारख वाटतं. "आई सॉरी ". "गप गं वेडे, ये लवकर घरी." "हो, ठेवते."
                कानात चालू असलेली गाणी आपोआप बंद होतात. आणि डोक्यात विचार सुरु होतात. माझा सगळ्यात जास्त जीव आईवर. पण स्वतःचा तोल काही सांभाळता येत नाही. स्वतःच्या वस्तू मी जागेवर ठेवत नाही, त्या शोधण्यात वेळ घालवते, आणि मग आईवर चिड़ते. ती शांतपणे सहन करते. हा कुठला न्याय? लहानपणापासून मला पाठीशी तीच घालते. पण मी तिला दुखवते. पेपरमध्ये एका नाटकाची जाहिरात वाचलेली. तेंव्हा एकदम चरर्र झालं. नाटकाचं नाव 'आई रिटायर होतेय.'  कल्पनापण करवत नाही. नकोसं झालं एकदम.
                चूका सगळ्या माझ्या, चिड़चिड़ माझी, पण सावरून तिने घ्यायचं. "आई दोन्हींपैकी कोणता टॉप घेऊ?" असा प्रश्न विचारल्यावर ती दुकानदाराला सांगते "दोन्ही पैक करा." सकाळी अभ्यासाला उठल्यावर मला झोप येऊ नये म्हणऊन ती माझ्याबरोबर ५ वाजता उठून बसते. मला ताप आला की तीच दवाखाण्यापासून देवापर्यंत सगळ काही करुन झालेल असतं. ती माझी आई. माझं जगणं पूर्ण करते. माझ्या आयुष्यात ती नाही तर काहीच नाही. अगदी काहीच नाही.

Being a teacher at the age of '20': Being a teacher at the age of '20'

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Being a teacher at the age of '20'

                        Finally writing a blog. I was thinking for long time about my first blog. And then decided to write about my current profession ( suggested by my dear friends and students ).
                        It was quite sudden. I started teaching German language, never thought so. Initially it was really very awkward as all my students were elder than me, that too for 10-15 years. The market was demanding professionals and almost ignoring me as a fresher. I still remember that typical glance which was not accepting me as a teacher initially only because of my age. But my mother stood behind me as always. And then it was not difficult. Sometimes I thought to hide my real age ( which was practically impossible). But then left that thought. And yes , time is the best medicine. Now its not an issue. I really don't understand why no one is asking my age nowadays.  Girls/ women usually don't accept their actual age, but I had to.

                       I was very scared of competition in this field and worried whether I would be able to sustain or not. I did so many new experiments with them. I am always trying to teach them on all for aspects reading, writing, listening, speaking. And now they are bringing good results making me more comfortable and happy.

This profession gave me a new identity, new circumstances enhancing my ability to deal with new people. They say, ' teaching is twice learning' and yes its true. Yes it is. Language is a door to a new culture. And all credit goes to my Sanskrit teacher Maydev kaku. She made me eager to learn Sanskrit and built interest for new languages. Learning a new language is a process which turns my mind every time.
                      This journey is memorable. Now i am standing in corporate world, taking classes and corporate training for Volkswagen , BMW , Behr , TATA motors clients. Happiness is overflowing with great satisfaction. But its happening only because of people standing for me always. I am still learning so many things from my dear students. The way they treat me (at this age) is simply motivating me to be more studious, to be more innovative. I am still learning ...!