THE TRANSFORMATIONS

Transformations are the essence of human life. This is my view. You may not feel very compliant though. The count on tranformations leaves me in the lurch sometimes. How many transformations have I undergone in this short life span? That should be a considerably large number. Some were cyclic, some nonchalant, some a lot bothering. These tranformations were sometimes my choice, and sometimes they were simply triggered by circumstances. But they were huge in number and they have left me where I am today.

Some of them brought happiness, while some snatched away fragments of life itself. I prefer to think of the happy ones, though the others still make frequent visits to haunt me and make this life tougher. To start with, maybe I could choose my pre-school life. That was auld lang syne, when I was in my rudimentary stage, too naughty and uncontrollable or rather impossible (so Mom and Dad say). They would have almost lost their heads thinking up ways as to how to bring up this naughty little bone. But natural transformations worked up their magic potion on me, though not completely, and I was transformed into the quietest girl in that part of the country probably, so much transformed that not even a single day passed without my parents pleading with me to speak up. I had wished a thousand times that I could be that old kid once more, naughty and talkative (minus the unruly), but alas! the transformation had already done enough harm. Since then a lot of people have ended up asking me questions like "why soooo quiet?", " what is stopping you from talking?", and blah blah blah, at several stages and at several junctures of the journey. I did have frequent transformation sessions once in a while through all this (For instance, my closest friends in school and college always knew that I was not the quietest thing on earth after all).

The next major tranformation was, maybe my come back into nearly the same old frequency after I got caught up in my kinda gang at workplace. They have always been the closest friends. They know me well enough, inside out, as if after a SWOT analysis or maybe even better. The best part is that they make me laugh a lot, even at myself for that matter and I simply love to work those muscles long enough. These group of friends again transformed me, I can talk to them for hours on length, and listen, well, I can listen to anyone, not a problem (classhours are exceptions though, particular cogent forces work like sleeping pills in some particular environments). Then to my present life. People are once again asking me why I keep so quiet. I am just taking my time, and waiting for the next great transformation. It always keeps me waiting when I am in need of it, and when I least want it, it resurfaces with a big thud and bang.

That was just the shortest scene in the play. Lot more to it, but time is lacking and I do not want to bore you people describing more of my take on the transformation "purana". So let me go back to my studies now, guess I have had a good break for now.