First day @ work!

How was first day at work? Well, it was everything and nothing I thought it would be. And it’s not even a full-time job!!!
The morning started with waking up late (NO I mean it, what is with this guy Murphy?).
Praying and wishing my way during the long commute resulted in me scraping through the department door at 9:00 sharp. Phew!
In the beginning it was all chaos. Having missed the TA orientation, I was at a loss about what I should do and shouldn’t do in order not to appear a complete fool. But then things fell into place. I met up with my colleagues, wonderful, helpful, accommodating people. I was very determined to get my work done on time, and hence lurked around near the computers to snatch a chance as soon as someone was done with their work. I prepared the student lists that I was required to do, looked around for my faculty, and filled up some workload sheet. In the midst of it I realized I hadn’t actually signed in the logbook. OOPS!
Well, you learn things and there are more things to learn. Today I learned to photocopy. Ok! So it’s not Rocket Science but it is a chore that TAs have to perform, so it would come in very handy in future.
I then spend some time helping out a colleague of mine with computer usage, yeah me the debutante TA! Howzzat!
And then it was way past my office hours! I ,being the epitome of efficiency, (okay, you’ll hear it only from me) had overworked for 35 minutes on my very first day at work!
Well, I don’t know if it sounds exciting and fun in writing, but it sure was all that on my first day at work!!!

OPEN UP!!!

Here’s yet another token from my book of treasures, it’s so old that the blue ink is almost fading and paper is crispy. But I happened to think the thoughts are kind of nice and revealing so I’ll just post them as a blog. Needless to say at the time they were written blogs were probably still in the womb.
This is a direct tribute and spin off from one of my favourite commercials of all time : The Nescafe Commercial.
I love the tune, I love the music. And I think I just went ahead and wrote my own extended version. Once again it’s not really poetry, but thought, it’s not really a song but it has a melody.

Open up!!
Open up your heart and soul
Open up your body and mind
Open up open up!
Open up your eyes open up
Open up a whole new world
Open up to new horizons
Open up to the colours of the world
Open up open up
Open up your mind and listen to your heart
Open up to the world and you could make your mark
Be open to miracles and see yourself transform
Self-determination, self-realization
Hold on to your faith and doors will open up
There’s a mother in every father, there’s a child in every man
There’s a talent in every being, and there’s a dream in every heart
So open up your heart and walk upon the path of your dream
And your dreams shall take you to your destiny
Open up open up
There’s a key to every door
There are bars to ignore
Believe in yourself and you shall find all the keys
Just believe. Just believe.
Open up and just believe.

Return of Edo

He fell sick one fine day right in front of my eyes. I tried to bring him back to consciousness but it just wouldnt happen. I nudged, scolded him , caressed him, to come back to his senses but he had taken a dip too severe.
Then I took him to the healer. The Diagnosis came a day later.
It was not good.
It was far from being good.
He was damaged, his memory, his brain, his capability to function like before has diminished to nil.
It was a blow.
The memories came flooding to me.
My memories. Not his. Since he doesn't have any.
All those wonderful moments we spent together, hours and hours of total dedication to one another, working through problems, documenting reality, solving dilemmas, recording life.
All gone in an instant.
Like a bolt of Lightening.
My Edo.
My hours spent with him. My works. My creations. My half of whatever is good.
All gone with him.
It would take him days to heal.
And even after that he would not be the old Edo. My old Edo.
I waited for him at home.
I pined for his company.
I moved around in a daze not knowing what to do without Edo.
I found myself with so much free time and I couldnt spend it with Edo.
I longed for him to come back home.
I just wasnt used to not having him around.
At times the desperation grew enormously, my need for Edo grew to the point that it physically hurt.
My time away from Edo. My world was a world of nothing-to-do.
Finally, the call came. I could bring him back.
I brought him back home. Placed him where he belonged, made sure he was comfortable in his surroudings, and gave him everything he needs to operate.
But poor Edo still did not regain consciousness.
I cooed, and caressed, and slapped him to back to his senses. He would'nt budge.
My frustration grew.
I prayed for him to be OK again.
And then he returned to his senses, my faithful, my ever-present computer Edo.
How missed him, it's just not the same without him.
But now he's back and running and I am glad about it.