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Short Story : Acclimatize

Nipun and his sister were the introverted new comers in the colony. They had come down from one of those north eastern states where even availability of new brands of ice creams (which appeared each night as advertisements on the sole state television channel after the daily dose of abysmal news telecast) was a luxury to say the least.

Father had a transferable job, so every 3-5 years they were forced to leave their best friends back and move on to a new, strange place, with new rules, a new weather, a new school uniform and it's curriculum. Sports had always interested him as it channelized his nervous energies, all his internal conversations into some form of energy. 

Sometimes spending energy on the ground helps you not have the energy to think about a haphazard life with no control over your surroundings.

Sports made him switch off his social brain and just execute tasks to the best of his ability. He was not strategic about sports, it was not really the team work or the figh…

Short Story : Fish out of water





There are some people who click snaps of their office space, decorate it, call it their den & socialize with office buddies and then there are people who hardly make it to their office on time, barely make it, heavy steps, lifting those iron clad feet every inch of the way to the building, wing, to the dreaded seat.

Yes ! both kinds exist. In fact if you look clearly, i may have highlighted the extremes, but from the inside, the second kind comes to the forth more often than not. In fact, each one of us has days when we are so much more of the second type than the first.

You are either insanely lucky or terribly deluded and blinded if you are among the first kind. Although i hope and pray, and wish that you are the lucky one because the other side of delusion wears off sooner than later and then all hell breaks loose.

Also, do you feel all this is affected by you directly ? Do you think it is a function of your work ethic ? your capability maybe ? or your skills to mingle among varied types of people from different walks of life? or do you just think it is a mismatch, a gravely incorrect decision in life that you have taken for yourself !

Well, whatever it is, it is never too late to mend. never too late to open your eyes. So, Umm, Open your eyes maybe :) The simplest of solutions are always set aside for the seemingly gravest of problems in life.

Namrata, a simple girl from Nagpur, a small town town in the western part of India, always wanted to be an engineer, just like the lakhs of middle class Indians. You may call it wannabe, or dreaming big, but it was sort of the best sought after path in India and the best case scenario in an atmosphere full of gloom and doom.

She followed the herd and chased her materialistic dreams because that is what matters in developing nations, all that people do is that they meet their ends and then save for their kids. They disregard their own dreams, their own feelings and attach them to their kids. sometimes even before those kids arrive in this big dark world.

The oriental philosophy to save and raise kids in a way that they inherit the earnings of a generation coupled with the benefits of western civilization capitalistic mindset, growth & advancement. It is a trade-off agreed in majority.

Namrata was always inclined towards writing though. In her heart she was a writer. She was always quick to learn a new language, the phonetics, the mannerisms and the colloquial lingo. It all came naturally to her. She had the quirk of latching on to such linguistic nuances.

She was good at the emotional aspect. The emotion compared to just plain lines of bland text, the art of setting a stage and concluding it.

It was not even the language sometimes but the stories that she narrated. The everyday stories that reside in our society, our lives, our conscience, that are forgotten more often than not, sometimes not documented well enough and ones that are not articulated well enough to pass on as documented evidence.

It was lost culture she was safeguarding, lost heritage she was tapping into.

She had the raw material to be a writer. the calling. But did she have the courage of a volunteer.

But then all this would not earn her the livelihood she wanted. People around had a fantasy about technology, artificial emotions along with intelligence and number crunching, no one cared nearly enough about the dimension of pure emotional translation of thoughts.

Writing was not a profession comparable to technology and finance. Nowhere close to the earning potential, certainly not the jazzy, statistically popular opinion or the impact that these professions have.

She finished her college education. Joined a technology company, an e-commerce giant. She was top quartile in her class, her field, her batch and her society in turn.

She would choke herself everyday, neck deep in work. She felt satisfied that she was overworked, because that is what seemed the normal that she had been exposed to always.

Mattered a lot, to her parents, sisters, brothers, neighbors, cousins, teachers, far relatives, anyone remotely associated with her ! Although not sure whether it really, intrinsically mattered to her. Was she even happy ? Maybe she was the deluded kind or terribly wanted to be the lucky one who was approved by her the society she lived in.

If only such wishes of being truly lucky came true.

She kept feeling like a fish out of water for years and years till she quit her regular job and started writing full time. It was like jumping off a building and then hoping for a parachute in her backpack.

It was not a sudden decision, but she tested the hypothesis enough coming from a core science background. However, even a science background made her wait for 10 long years before she could trust her instincts truly,  which she always had even before her engineering days, maybe even before her conscious thoughts had developed around this whole proposition.

Not everything is data which can be analysed, hypothesized or tested and made to yield a result in the end. Instinct is a big factor.

Science is big. So is non scientific temper. The law of instincts and Intuition when developed well, helps more than we account it for.

Namrata no longer felt choked or gagged, not because she had crunched her numbers well, but because she was finally not following just her data.

She was finally accounting for the non-numeric. She was free to express and free to feel happy. A fish out of water is never happy, if it is alive in the first place ! Do you wish to die or number crunch ? Is it even a choice ? Think about it !







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