WANDERER

I enjoy my new found hobby of writing and gardening. But when it comes to studying to improve my skills set. I run miles away from the computer. I become an ostrich who can’t work or see anything. I have hundred things to do suddenly. As wise people say, invest and later reap its awards. I have invested in innumerable courses to only burn my fingers or my pockets in the end. I wonder how did I manage to study as a child, maybe it was not an option that time. But I did struggle, struggled big time. Couldn’t understand that time but now I know few souls are not born for studying. They learn their lessons as they tread on the path of life. And as my friends mock me by the name “Miss know it all,” well I will continue to haunt them with my wisdom as knowledge is something I can’t accumulate. 

Many times I try and memorize good things I read, so I can exhibit my learnings during conversations to sound more smart. But as happen with all the rote learning without understanding, I fail to remember most of it and miss out on opportunities of bragging my intellect.

All my well-wishers who helped me got my degree, as I live in a country where you cannot, not complete your graduation for various reasons. And after two decades, I don’t remember anything about my subjects, teachers, classmates, all I can recollect is my college name. Memory is so faded as if I never went to the college. Whereas I had all the good memories of my PG days, where all the carefree days were spent with good humour and laughter. 

My mind is a wanderer, it tries to remember lot of things, it tries to listen intently what people are saying but more often than not, it goes on to different shores and skies and where it chose to stay till the person speaking to me has obviously moved on or have concluded that I am a nutcase. As I remain blissful in the conversations in my head. Have I been bestowed upon with this special gift or is this standard with everyone.