Arrrgh….this
cold just doesn't seem to go away. My nose is still blocked and runny. I wonder
how both these things exist simultaneously. Either it’s blocked or it runs. Don’t
remember reading anything like this in ENT books in the third year of my grad
school. My throat feels all itchy and scratchy. Still it didn't stop me from
putting out a concert for my kid belting out songs right from falsetto to bass
in the evening. I really think I could have been a singer if I had given myself
a chance (most of my family and friends groan whenever I say this. Ok not most
but all); I always had very loud voice while singing since kindergarten. At
times my music teacher had to ask me to shut up. And finally I was shunted from
the school choir to dance troupe….hehehe…. I loved dancing too. I still do. I still dance when no one is
watching. But in public I don’t think people would enjoy a nearly 30 year old
hippo jiggling away. So coming back to songs I repeatedly belted out Titanium in
different registers. And my kid enjoyed me bleating away, except when I went
tenor, she was stumped for couple of seconds but then she again started
giggling. It was fun singing other songs too. Don’t know what came over me.
Feeling good again, light as if could fly away. May be it’s because I have come
to down to accept that nothing can be done about my prelims. That boat has
sailed, in turbulent waters, and hit an iceberg and doing a Titanic. But from
tomorrow all the serious studies begin in all earnest. Read whatever I can. It doesn't matter if I haven’t read anything. It’s only prelims. Also am not worried
anymore what people will say if I can’t answer something really simple just
because I haven’t read it yet despite getting six months extra. What the heck, I
don’t give a rat’s furry little ass about what other people will think of me or
what they will say behind my back; anyways am going to go away very far from
them and hope never see them again in future. So it’s back to trying to pick up
the bits of the shattered life. Ok, that’s a bit too melodramatic; especially when
it is me, myself, who screwed things up (a tangent: Right now listening to
Diamonds by Rihanna as I am typing this out. Hey, it’s a good song). But I promise
to myself that tomorrow is another day. A new beginning. Who am I trying to fool?
I have said this umpteenth number of times to myself and others but I never
change, do I? Every time I quote Scarlett O’Hara. What the hell is wrong with
me??!!!?? Am swinging again, no it can’t be. I was so happy whole evening. Not again.
But
now I have realized that this is my last chance. I know right now am saying all
this cause I am in great frame of mind at present, but am worried when the big
dark cloud of gloom and depression floats over. Anyways dad is leaving, gotta
see him off and it’s also almost midnight.. So am signing off. Catch ya later.
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