Do What You- Love - What You Do ???

“What do you want to be when you grow up?  , the question was thrown at my seven year old son by a very close friend over the dinner table yesterday night. After a bit of a thought, he looked at me and his father (expecting we would fill the answer for him) but with no response form the parents, with his eyebrows raised high, understanding that he will have to answer it on his own,, came the obvious,’ “Uncle have yet not thought over it, once I grow up a little more I will think “.

The question which I am sure we all were asked at least once when we were kids or youngsters, and did we have any answer ready or did we all took that few minutes to think about it ? We all slipped back into our childhood and started sharing the stories of what we wanted to be when we grew up. I am sure we all had a dream to become something great like a doctor, an architect, an engineer, an air-hostess, etc and the list is never ending. How well did we all do?

Well, talking about myself, I ended up working

in an Airline and Telecom companies (Honestly I started loving and enjoying both my job profiles) while I always wanted to be was an Architect. May be all are not like me, they achieve what they aspire. But few are there who never aspired to be what they set out to become, or maybe they said they would become when they grew up.  But I believe the older we get, the taste changes, our views change, our goals change. All in all things change.

The most important lesson  I have learned during my career path is to do something , what I loved to do now why was that important , it’s simple that if you enjoy what  you make your living at , you actually end up being happy in ways more than one. 

I believe it’s more rewarding and enriching. Life is more interesting and a whole lot of fun. It’s pure passion that carries you through the success ( accompanied by hard work of course !! ).

Yes no job or no business is perfect, the most important thing is to enjoy and learn from it. It may take you some time to figure out what you really want to do and even take more time than the rest to actually get there. But do what you love to and love what you do (whatever it is!!!).

You will be a lot happier and trust me you will never ever look back!!!!

LIFE AS A NURSE !!!!!

First Aid Box – checked

Knife – check

Spectacle case – check

Shikha had checked everything twice. It was not that she was not sure of her work, or she doubted herself. She had done that hundreds of times before.

Shikha was one of the best nurse to assist the doctors in the surgery, she just knew her job to well, and doctors always preferred that she was there during the most complicated and long surgeries.

The surgery was scheduled for Friday morning, as Shikha would be there on duty.

Shikha had done the recheck, before the patient was brought in for the surgery. She looked at Shikha and said, “Shikha, be by my side ok!  I just hope that I go out from this place alive “??

Before Shikha responded!!!!

“Of course you will don’t worry “said the doctor, who by now had walked in with the anesthetist.

The lady on the operation table looked at the doctor, and held Shikha’s hand.

Including Shikha everyone was aware that, it was a major surgery and chances were 90/10.  90% stood for failure.

 “Are we all set Shikha “? – asked the anesthetist?

“Yes doc “!! She replied. !!!

There was something wrong in her voice and everyone present there had noticed that, after all the , lady to be operated was Meghana Ayee,  in whose house Shikha stayed as a PG, since she moved in to Mumbai. Meghana Ayee  had been more like her mother then her landlady .She had filled that void of a mother for Shikha.

The anesthetist checked the vitals, and gave the sedation to Meghana ayee.

The surgery started, and everyone could see that today, Shikha’s hand were betraying her mind. Whenever a surgical tool was passed by her to the doctor, her hands were trembling.

Time was running, 2 hours had already passed and doctors were worried as Meghana Ayee's vitals were going down, they had to try till the end doctors thought.

But there, the monitor BEEPED……..  Meghana Ayee could not take the surgery; she had taken her last breath on the table.

And before, any one could say or do something; Shikha had fallen down on the floor. She had "Fainted ".

When Shikha woke up, she found herself in the recovery room with other nurses and the Dean of the hospital standing right in front of her.

Shikha knew that she can faint that’s normal. But she is not supposed to faint in the surgery, among the other nurses and the doctors.

She was not allowed to that, in her profession.

She was sent home that day, so that she can be with Meghana ayee’s family for the final rituals.

Shikha joined the hospital after 4 days, to see that she has been removed from the surgical Rota for the next 6 months and was assigned the new work to Train the Trainee.

Politely the dean had suspended her.

And today after 6 months, she was back in the surgery. The place she belonged and longed to be back.

The anesthetist, the doctors and the nurses were also happy to see Shikha back!!

The patient was brought in; he looked at the doctors and around the OT, as if searching for someone.

And there, he could see Shikha.

Shikha turned around and looked into eyes of the patient walked to him and said. “You going to be just fine, it’s a minor surgery!!

The man on the table today was her fiancé ….

She walked to the other side of the table and started her rechecks….

First Aid Box – checked

Knife – check

Spectacle case – check

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

R.I.P

The new year, we all expect it to start with joy, with new dreams, with new aspirations, new goals. We sit and consider what we have done in the past 12 months, and resolve to do better this year ….

But the year started with a shocking and heart breaking news of our friends who met with an accident and lost both their kids. They were our friends first and neighbors’ later, as we both reside on the same floor of the building.

I write my first post of 2014 with a tribute to the two angels……!!!!!

We still leave the house for the school at the same time but “SHE “is not there in the lift.

We still wait for the bus to arrive, but among all the kids “SHE “is missing ….

Her remarks - Aunty Hurry we are late today, color of your t- shirt is my favorite as well, your hair look messy today Aunty, you forgot your glasses today Aunty  watch the step….. I miss those remarks every morning!!

Everything is the same in a way ….. But a lot has changed as well in a big way…

It was a routine for the “HIM “to come and pick an Oreo from me daily, I was his Oreo aunty and he was my “Oreo boy “.

Our conversation with each other, in English was Oreo, thank you and bbbbbyyyeee … rest was all the babbling of words ,a combo of English and Malayalam language , which his mother and me would try and figure out what he is trying to say, my friend would translate the word for me in English … and there he would just repeat after her the English word looking at me as if trying to tell me “ya see did u get what I said”!!!

Some relations don’t need name and neither language barrier, they are just there, and we get woven into a bond of love and care…

It’s been a month today since they are gone …….

While I write, I wonder with shattered beliefs and assumptions of what life should be?

I knew little why god had to call their names that day???

Though the transition through the difficult times is a audacious drive , the shock , the denial , the horror , the sleepless nights, we slowly we try to endure  all that and as a new bud blooms into a flower slowly start remembering the ones we have lost in a different and a special way .

Their laughter, their spirit, the way their smile use to make me feel would still make me cry, but in a loving reflection. We would not see them but they will be by our side always …

Life continues ……………………..

The hollow will be filled with memories and that’s what matter’s……

This is how they would want it to be as well ………..

R.I.P

“SHE THE CHAMP  "and “HE MY OREO BOY "