I feel a mixed bag of emotions as I write the last post in the A2Z challenge 2019. I had finished my first A2Z challenge last year by balancing my writing with the needs of a toddler who started preschool in the first week of April 2018. This year, it became a little more difficult as the toddler moved on to a new school and I was left juggling between multiple tasks. Between getting the kid ready for school, preparing his breakfast and dropping and picking him up from school, I was left with limited time to write my posts daily and read some great pieces from my fellow bloggers. Probably that is why I feel an extra dose of happiness on reaching the finishing line for the second consecutive year.
When I chose the theme of school admissions, I had no idea if I had experienced enough number of situations to convert them into posts for twenty-six days. I must mention that none of these real-life stories seemed funny when we were going through the experiences. My father often says that when we look back at life in retrospect, we often find a lot of instances that could have been handled in a very different way if we could have added a pinch of humor to them. I realized the depth of this statement only after I started writing this series. There are so many times when I published a post and then thought to myself, ‘What made me react so much to rejection?’ or ‘Why was I affected the most by this new phase in Tuneer’s life?’
I have always been a rank holder in my student life. In the last trimester of B-school, I was a part of a handful of students who had been already recruited from the campus. Ideally, I should have enjoyed the time like the rest of the recruited group. Instead, I diverted my attention to academics and topped the last trimester with one of the highest ever GPA in the history of the institute. Pondering on this trivia, I realized that it neither made any difference to my Banking job nor did anyone else remember that except me. But it still made me happy because I did it out of my love for academics. Today, I am a writer by profession. Neither of my post graduation degrees makes me a specialist in my chosen field of work today. They definitely add value to my learnings making me wish to complete the third post graduation in creative writing. Someday I hope I can connect these dots.
On the other end of the spectrum lies my husband. He’s been a topper all through school before making it to the prestigious Calcutta Medical College. He has a first class in his MBBS but he doesn’t even bother to remember if he ever ranked in his medical school. Yet he is one of the best professionals in the medical fraternity. His love for learning exceeds beyond the theoretical world of books. He had completed his M.D. after our marriage and it amazed me to see him never fret about marks or ranks. If there is something that bothers him even today, it is the fear of stagnancy in his knowledge and skills.
If there’s anything that the last few months have taught us, it is the importance of the quality of acceptance. As an aggressive person with a go-getter attitude, I had made the biggest mistake of assuming that Tuneer’s admissions were part of my own battles. But in reality, it is he who had to navigate his way through this brouhaha. All that we could do was to guide him in this process. Until the last week, I had been worried about his struggle to settle down in this new phase of life. I saw him in tears for a whole week before the tears suddenly dried up and were replaced with a neutral expression. He seemed accepting of the fact that traveling with friends to school in a pool car was fun. In the last four days, he has made five friends, one of whom is his new best friend now. Last morning, both he and his best friend smiled and waved at us as the pool car started the journey to school. It made my heart skip a beat as a drop of tear rolled from my eyes.
Ma would often tell me about how much she missed the tiny daughter she had given birth to. I would always find it silly. Last night when Tuneer kissed me good night, I had a faint realization of how it must have felt to see a piece of your heart growing up so fast. Very soon, he would outgrow the phase of snuggly cuddles and sloppy kisses and I would be left with just some memories of innocent toddlerhood. I sincerely hope that I retain my usual mental strength to cope up with those phases. Sr. T, however, has a different opinion here. He feels that the boy inspired by his set of friends is moving towards becoming more like his parents (read: naughtier with time). He is quite confident that sometime in the future, I would come back with a new series in another A2Z challenge to write about the boy and his adventures that are expected to make my black hair turn grey (I already feel the vibes).
Before I zoom out from this year’s Blogchatter A2Z challenge, let me take this opportunity to thank all those who chose to be a part of my journey. Your comments and feedback motivated me to keep going. The biggest take away from this challenge has always been new friends in the fraternity and I hope that we keep inspiring each other’s writing expeditions beyond this challenge. I plan to go back to working on my second Raya Ray novel from the next month onwards (after a mini-break though). Do let me know what are your plans in the coming few months.
All the posts in this series are available here.