Things that come, will go. Things that are to come, will. Can you control them? No. Do you wish you could? Yes. Ironical as it may seem, we've all been in this boat more than once in our lives. Physics was my first love. The whole thing with relativity and Newton vs. Einstien, always kept my mind in an eddy. And then I grew up and realised that what physics was really all about was Mr. Murphy. I hate that man. I mean, abhor him, from the bottom of my heart. He just knew it. And he's never wrong. He's always been the 1% in every life situation. What's going right, could at some point or the other turn turtle.
Fate, they say is life altering. It's like one of those sudden storms that sweeps in and changes almost everything. In one moment, everything changes. You're helpless and you credit it all to the hand of fate. But then you realise, that you cannot control it. That at some point or the other, fate will step in yet again. Arrgh! It's the most disgusting feeling in the world. I've often heard that fate and destiny go hand in hand. But the two never really sit down and have a chat, before they decide to knock on your door. Your fate decides your destiny and your destiny decides your fate. And they both are directly proportional to Mr. Murphy. That's physics for you.
It was a humid october afternoon, when fate decided to alter my life. It was a cold February evening when fate decided to alter my life. Time was the only thing that set them apart. Spaces were different and everything at that point was relative to my position in time. (For all those, wondering what I'm yakking about, refer to your class 10 physics notebooks, E=MC sqaured, (don't know how the hyper text thing works)). And standing there, I, a small part of the infinite cosmos, was a part of a bigger law. Not a part really, more like a specimen- like a lab rat.
Earlier in the day, I was having a chat with a friend who sits behind my workstation and we were discussing the impact of the teach india campaign. We both were eager on enrolling and trying our best at giving life to childhood dreams of playing teacher teacher. I discovered, that I've forgotten fractions, we fought over LCMs and tables. And I discovered, that I can't be a teacher. Imagine teaching Newtons laws of motion, when you know that Einstien ripped them apart. Imagine teaching relativity when you know that it can rip you apart.
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Of course, you can teach. There's no complex math involved...that happens when you've done the paces of primary education, and these kids, if I may hazard a guess, would be elementarily familiar with grammar and numbers.
And yes, Murphy was right. If there's one in a million chance of something going wrong, it will.
That doesn't mean you stop loving and teaching, though. So go forth, O erudite one!
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