Diss Tance

What cost is it of the one mistake where it doesn’t matter? Do we bury our heads in the pillow for doing wrong? Or, do we stare at the wall for creating problems?

Does anyone create problems?

I don’t reckon problems to be a grave matter when in school. But, they felt much worse than a year-gap in degree. I was, let’s say, the master in my school, Forbes Academy, when it came to troubling the teacher. I don’t even know if four commas are allowed in a sentence. I also know that this work is not to be a subject of control. But, of flow.

As my English teacher, Miss Fernandes, would refer my mischief to my mom “Your daughter is like an Angel. But, he. He is like a devil.”

She made me write my notes, English of all, at her home for what I recall as a lifetime. She used to tap on our heads with her ink pen when we made mistakes. I could not have asked for a better person to teach us about fables. All of this, I don’t think have any good outcome unless we look back and laugh at them growing up. There’s so much to learn from the mistakes we make early in our lives. And, yet we fail.

Failing, I believe, is the only way to learn better for the future we dream of. Thank you, Miss Fernandes.

Without giving in to the word-prompt, I have distanced myself from it.

Or, did I?

New Person, Same Old Mistakes

In the age of change being so rapid and constantly inevitable, we are bound to face the unexpected. Sooner or later, everyone has to be ready for what we might not be prepared. The current pandemic is one such great example for things unexpected. But, the examples we need to be looking at right now are not the unexpected. That is already happening. There are examples of people challenging this change on their own terms and living like it barely causes any devastating effects on their life. I am trying to be them by keeping up with my work on blog and the assignments at college. The latter seems to bring disinterest at first, but clearly takes off once I start doing it.

Keeping myself close to work makes me realise of the things I have never come across. I still don’t know how to deal with syllables. I don’t know the spelling of words like syllables. Randomly pick one from college, I don’t know how Computer Vision works. But, these realizations are only because I know a few things at first. Otherwise, why would anyone want to learn at all?

It gets tiring and even tedious to keep writing daily on the blog. I had stupidly dreamy goals of doing it before lock-down. It is only safe to say that without this lock-down, I could have been easily distracted. Only because of lock-down, I am able to try new things on a daily basis. And, stick to a few of them. I wish to stick to the lessons learnt during the lock-down.

Looking back at these “new” endeavors of mine, I have done these many times before. And, only trying seems to be the ultimate meaning any endeavor might have.

The world keeps changing, and the universe seems to justify the changes.