It seems a very long time ago. Completing my Engineering degree was the fulfillment of a dream to me – a BE, Electrical & Computer Systems Engineering.
After that I went into the work force. I worked full-time, with some breaks, for a long time. It was what I thought I wanted.
Then I started writing. And this is the most fulfilling of them all – all my professions. I have now quit work – I want to look after myself now – and spend time with my family. And I want to write.
When I did my Year 12 exams, so many years ago, I knew exactly what I wanted to be – an Engineer, Electrical & Computer Systems, which is what I enrolled in. I successfully completed my degree and proceeded to start working in the field.
As the years slowly passed, I remembered later, after a poem or two of mine was published on the web and in magazines, that my highest mark in Year 12 had been in English. I continued to work in I.T. (and still do), but alongside it I continued to write.
Writing gives me the highest satisfaction. In seeing the words I write come to life on the page, it is like seeing and making a story unfold before your very eyes.
It is no use wondering what would have been if I had done a B.A. instead of a B.E. at university – we cannot change the past – and indeed, working in I.T., for me, is very satisfying too. I love Technology, and am a confirmed geek – in all aspects of the word. Starting out in Software Development and then becoming a Business Analyst allowed me to have the best of both worlds – writing and I.T.
So now I do both Business Analysis and also keep my writing close at hand. They are interlinked – and some have compared Software algorithms to poetry. I feel that the best way to learn and write, is to be, to become – and that is what, in everything, I try to do.
We were all set for a trip to Rajasthan this time on our trip to India, in Dec 2014/Jan 2015 – but they say, a higher power ‘disposes’ of our proposals.
My husband’s (and some of my) family are in India, and we make a yearly trek there to see them. This time we had planned on a trip to Rajasthan – Jaipur, and other places on a 10-day guided journey by car – not to be. My husband’s father was hospitalised with pneumonia and was still in hospital when we arrived there.
It was a case of rushing around trying to get as much done as possible in the short amount of time we had there (we were there for 3 weeks). I was so thankful that we had our own car and personal driver this time – no rushing around for taxis!
After that, my mother-in-law had a cataract operation on one eye – another ‘invalid’ in the house for a while as she couldn’t do much for a few days – whew!
But I had the FM station on full volume when I had the opportunity, in our room downstairs – it plays all the latest Bengali, Hindi and English music, so saved I was!
Well, and then it was time to come home. I was a bit sad, if truth be told – despite all the hectic running around, I really did have a great time! Well, here’s to the next trip…this time I have an inkling that there’s a trip happening in May to a place nearer to Oz…Bon Voyage alors!
Last Thursday, the 3rd of July, was the Opening Night of my Art Exhibition – ‘Canvas Dreams’. I reached early, and set up the venue (the Degraves Hall at the City Library in Flinders Lane) with food and drinks, and then waited for patrons to arrive.
I was expecting over 40 people, as that was the number that had accepted the invitation on Facebook and LinkedIn. And then the guests started filtering through. All included, about 30 guests, some I knew some I didn’t, came through the Exhibition that night.
One of my paintings sold, and a book of mine (‘Savannah’) did too. Of course, I am hoping for more sales.
I will be going down to the Library tomorrow too from 4-6pm, to check out my paintings again. I feel a glow of satisfaction to see them hung up on the Library walls in the Degraves room – it is my first Art Exhibition, after all.
Below are a few links that can be explored regarding the exhibition
I recently went on a trip to Japan. The places we covered were Tokyo, Hakone, Takayama, Hiroshima and Kyoto.
It was a wonderful trip, in many ways. The group that I went in was welcoming and friendly. We walked a lot, and used the trains (bullet and otherwise) and public transport. I was a bit scared whether I would be able to keep up with the walking and travelling, but it was fine.
The cherry blossoms were glorious. I felt lucky that I was able to be there in Spring when they bloom.
There was one place that left a lasting impression on me – that was Hiroshima. There was a museum in front of a monument called the Atomic Bomb Dome (ABD). The ABD, which was a commercial building when Hiroshima was bombed in 1945, during the second world war, has been left in its ruined state as a warning to the world. Alongside it is the Peace Park.
The Japanese people are very beautiful and kind – but the atom bomb is always at the back of the mind. Perhaps ashamed of the past, they strive to go out of their way, but truly feel it from the heart. I almost felt ashamed myself, of the past.
For me, Hiroshima had been a place of dread from the history books. Actually visiting there, other than fearing that the nuclear radiation was still active, seemed to have eased my soul. I hope and believe with all my heart that the wrongs of the past remind us of what we must not do in order to make this world fair and just for all. A timely reminder of a shameful past that we must allow to determine a glorious and shining future for all.