First Interview at Sweet 48!!!!

This is about a friend, a middle aged one, but a real close one who despised the idea of taking up a job. Not exactly, she did plan to go for a couple of them at several points of her life, but always ended up deciding against it when the appointment letter clinked in the letter box. And so passed almost twenty precious years of her life caring only and only for her husband and kids. Now her kids were grown up and working and suddenly after seeing them off to enjoy their new found lives, she had this urge to look for a job. Again the mother in her chose to do what mother's do best, teaching little kids at a play school. Again she chose to go to one at a walking distance because that would let her stay nearer to home.


And so she set out for her first interview. She loved the atmosphere of the play school. The whole ambiance there reminded her of those days when she used to deck up her kids' rooms every day according to their changing fancies. And then straight to the Principal's room after inquiring at the reception. She was confident that she would make it. She could shape her kids to what they are today. If she could mold those two little devils into their present designations, what on earth could stop her from molding a couple more of them?

Well the interview began. She told him about her background, the traditional answer to the "tell me about yourself " question. Then details about the family and finally the million dollar question, "Do you have work experience in this field?" A trained interviewee would have been prompt to say that she had trained two devils all her life and ingrained every good she possibly could, in them. But the mother was too innocent and  quick  not to answer in the affirmative. And so came down the curtain on her first ever job interview. Not to forget that she is a well educated lady, if she had chosen to work at a younger age, she would have got the job she wanted to have.

This was something for those millions of mothers who smother their dreams for the sake of their families, whether those be dreams of a better job or luxuries; and also for those mothers who take up the daunting task and still never ever show even the least bit of penuriousness in showering a mother's unconditional love. This is not to tell them whether they were right or wrong. That was and always would be entirely their choice. But a thousand thanks to every mother who simply cannot stop being the caring and giving mother that she is. :)  Not to forget to mention the fathers who are equally special(just that the protagonist happened to be a mother). They have no choice, but to work, ;) but they never complain either. They are the strong Daddies, the superheroes who hold together their families so that not any strong wind on the face of the earth would ever  reach the insides of their little sweet home or touch their loved ones in there.

Back in hel'L' SWEET hel'L'

Was yearning to get back here while at summers and now its a gradual glide into the usual self. In a month, not really a month, in something less than that, I would be yearning to go home. That is how it usually works. This time around it feels really good to be back in college, maybe due to the realization that life in hel'L' is going to be only for a span of another nine months, and time flies away here, as if it is all in a hurry to catch its next connection flight. The estimations and expectations are high, as with every commencing term. The estimations were always ad hoc and proved to be wrong or deviated trajectory without fault, at some or the other point. But this time I am indubitably excited about the lectures that I would get to attend. Looking forward to this second round at hel'L' with a bevy of expectations and hoping to enjoy every moment here like never before. :)