Christmas is over. I spent it with my parents at their house. Now I am back home and I'm really really relieved. Not that I don't love my parents, mind you. I do, and I like spending time with them, at my place or theirs.
I once said that one week is the limit. Beyond that, mum and I would start bickering, picking at each other and just annoying one another. This time again, I tried to stretch the limits - to 11 days - but the elastic band of my patience flipped right back. On Thursday, I started counting the days till I would be leaving for home. No catastrophe happened, no big fight. I'm just a grown-up now, one who wants to live her own life, in her own place, by her own rules and wishes.
Am I an ungrateful spoilt brat? Maybe .. but I like the way I turned out. I'm polite enough to say "yes, mum, sure", peaceloving enough to think 'what's the harm, let's do it their way here' and intelligent enough to see when it's necessary to fight and when better to keep quiet.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Delete now
I have heard of a movie, "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", (didn't see it for some reason), where two people had the memories of each other deleted from their brains.
That must be handy.. decide what you don't want to remember, what you don't want to be reminded of whenever you least expect it. No memories that suddenly come like a shock. Just press delete and they're gone...
That must be handy.. decide what you don't want to remember, what you don't want to be reminded of whenever you least expect it. No memories that suddenly come like a shock. Just press delete and they're gone...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The end of Hindi class...
...or Giving up?
I bunked Hindi class today.. for the second time. Actually it would be the third time if our teacher had not been ill that one time when I also very much didn't feel like going. I'm not enjoying it anymore (just the class, not Hindi as such), reading silly tales doesn't make me progress in the least and the teacher's method is everything but refreshing.
Gee, am I frustrating my own students just as much? If so, I could understand that they started running away. For now, they don't. Does that mean I do a better job? Are they just bored? Do they have a higher frustration tolerance? I don't know .. but I do know that I myself reached a deadlock and I think I need help to get out of it.
So please, Hindi speakers, help! Return the joy of learning and understanding your fascinating, puzzling language to me!!
I bunked Hindi class today.. for the second time. Actually it would be the third time if our teacher had not been ill that one time when I also very much didn't feel like going. I'm not enjoying it anymore (just the class, not Hindi as such), reading silly tales doesn't make me progress in the least and the teacher's method is everything but refreshing.
Gee, am I frustrating my own students just as much? If so, I could understand that they started running away. For now, they don't. Does that mean I do a better job? Are they just bored? Do they have a higher frustration tolerance? I don't know .. but I do know that I myself reached a deadlock and I think I need help to get out of it.
So please, Hindi speakers, help! Return the joy of learning and understanding your fascinating, puzzling language to me!!
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