Memorable Gift

I have a gift. I don’t know what, but like everyone even I have a gift. I am gifted with farting skills and hence joblessness has urged me on to write some worthless piece of crap yet again. Anyways, recently I have been very absorbed with work and studies and other things. Yet again I find time to do things that are irrelevant and of no importance at all to what I am supposed to do as a student here. But I finally decided to leave all my options open regarding the future. Finally thought about it because I don’t want to mess up with my parents’ lives. Reminds me of the fact that I have not spent enough time with them and when I met mom last December I realized how much I miss them. I was clinged to her and did not move an inch away from her. Call me a baby call me a mama’s pet or whatever I don’t care a shit. But is that all she wants from me. No, is the answer and she will obviously not make it apparent and these are the things you have to understand. All she wants is your happiness no matter what happens. No no no no no not again, I cant keep writing about my parents everytime. It has nothing to do with my versatility in writing about things but it’s the guilt that takes me over. Makes me think, what have I done for my parents till now? Staying away from them virtually throughout my life is a lame excuse to prove a point. This provided the necessary impetus for me to think about my career for a change, thanks to

you

. I came to learn a lot on how to move on with things and hence making decisions regarding them. I might write like as if I can do anything I want but I came to understand that I am the weakest force against myself. Irresponsibility and lethargy are the roots of these problems. I must say something about that. I just finished with my exams and just before A slot on a fine Saturday morning, I landed in Bangalore just for a competition. Heights! I don’t regret the fact because I had fun and I did not pay a huge price for this act hehe. But while coming back I was thinking of all this and I had a smile on my face and things that everyone has told me about my acts of “responsibility” if that’s how one may call it to be. But now I wont sell myself short and do whatever I want to and what I’d love to pursue as a career (Thank You again). Isn’t this what me parents what. This is exactly what they want me to do and I will do it

And it feels right this time
On this crash course we're the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy

Says it feels right this time
Turned it 'round and found the high light
“Good day to be alive, sir
Good day to be alive,” he said

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
is just the freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
is just the freight train coming your way

So let the freight train only provide the soothing light and not scare you to death with the whole of your life in front of you and the take care of your loved ones and celebrate after a couple of days ;).

Meg was telling Varun the story of her bracelet she got as a birthday present…
It was an ornate gold bracelet made in Behrampur, Bengal, in the early 20th century. A gift from my grandma, it was a treasured family heirloom. “Keep it carefully”, she had told me on my 17th birthday. “Wear it as a bride and later, too. It will always be with you as a reminder of your Dida”. I had done as she had said, wearing it at all special occasions. And people would never fail to notice it. The bracelet connected me somehow to the ancestral home I had heard so much about but never been able to visit. On a trip back from Berkeley, California, I lost it. Was it on the plane? At the airport? Or somewhere in between? It had been a rainy night. I was sleepy when I got off at Kennedy airport at 2 a.m. and boarded the late-night bus. I remembered I had put the bracelet in a small shopping bag for ‘safekeeping’. It was the shopping bag I’d dropped off somewhere. After several calls, I found the number of Carlos. “Yes, I look after the main ‘lost and found’ at JFK airport”, he said, “but we haven’t come across a shopping bag. If I hear something, I’ll call”.
One day, Carlos called. My heart skipped a beat when he said the shopping bag had been found on the late-night bus. But there was nothing in it. My last hope of retrieving the bracelet was gone. My thoughts went back to my grandma as a very young bride, wearing the bangle, and entering for the first time the house in Behrampur. The only thing I had as a keepsake from those times was gone. I was walking around the house listlessly when the phone rang. To my amazement, I heard Carlos say, “The late-night bus driver got off duty and noticed something in the seat just behind his own. It fell out of the bag. You can call postal service to have it picked up”. I called the postal service, and the next day their truck came to my door with a package containing my bracelet. It was while signing the delivery slip that I noticed the date. It was my Dida’s anniversary.

After the story ended Varun sheepishly asked his mom whether he would get anything for his 21st birthday, which is just a couple of days away. To this meg said my grandma gave it to me and so I will give it to your daughter now get lost. Joe entered and gave him what he exactly wanted…

Thanks so much to both of you! Just need your blessings