I registered to do an online course on Iqbal the poet,philosopher.Little did I know other participants had studied about Iqbal when they merely learned to talk and walk of course.
I told myself how difficult can it be,he is another poet and philosopher.The last word woke me up.he is a philosopher too,what do these guys do they, excuse me for writing this,” They only philosophize about everything, speculate,theorize. The last words in the previous sentence,started unraveling my brain.
I began talking to myself,now ‘Ranu’ ,my dear you needed to think before you registered yourself to rub shoulders with these knowledgeable participants.Things were getting quite intense. I couldn’t take myself out of this mess,especially when my fees was paid by the kind facilitator.It was something very unexpected. This kindness made me sweat some more. “I am trapped someone please help me”,I felt like the lion chained,was it a lion or elephant? whatever,one of those big shots,who was released by a lowly mouse.
Hey, I’ll be the mouse in this story,I thought I will gnaw anyone who threatens me. But my teeth are not sharp enough,perhaps in this case my words can be used as a substitute.
Whenever I think of the word “SUBSTITUTE’,all I can think of are the teachers who had to replace me and face my naughty kids in school for only a day.
What I have signed up for is going to last a year maybe two or even three. I shall not play the counting game it’s already making me dizzy.
I sat in front of my daughter’s computer and started typing my answer for the first lesson. I was up till midnight,my daughter was worried ‘Mom’,she called,’Are you all right’? I couldn’t say,’I am having a nightmare’!
So ended my first assignment,it was intense,but I made it through!