Three New Experiences of mine Essay Example for Free

Three New Experiences of mine Essay Of late, I am passing through a rough phase of life. My mother has been detected with a deadly symptom of Chronic Renal Failure. Naturally, she is undergoing peritoneal dialysis which needs be done four times a day by me. I am a Reader in English in a Government College. The College I am presently working in is at a stone’s throw from my residence. My boss is also of a pleasant disposition. Hence, I can scoop a little time from my busy schedule to hop in my residence to do the necessary exchanges after every six hours. I am fortunate, no doubt, as my boss is sympathetic towards me. Yet, the boring monotonous job sometimes tells on my health as well as temperament. I do not curse my fate but try to accept the reality as it is. Reality too bites, it is true!!   I had fallen in love with a male colleague of mine in the workplace. Rather, he had shown amorous advances and I tried to dissuade him as any puritan would. It was only because he was married. But nowadays, these hardly matter. Yet, one day when I was typing an article I was supposed to send to a local newspaper in the library , he sneaked into my cubicle, came close to me, breathed on my neck and kept waiting for my response. I looked back, asked him to behave properly. He seemed to be hurt and after that he kept avoiding me, even my shadows. Another colleague of mine who knew about his crush on me commented that day, â€Å"Wife is old wine, a paramour is an expensive variety of Cognac.† I kept mum. How could I make him understand that I was more preoccupied with my mother’s poor health than such a trivial matter to ponder over?! I didn’t find any time to get married till date even! Who’d feel for me?    I was about to deliver a speech on Orhan Pamuk , last year’s Nobel laureate , in an International Seminar , being held at a place which lay at about 700 kms. From my work-place. I booked a ticket on a Super-fast train at least three weeks ahead and left it in one corner of my reticule. It was a First Class Reservation ticket as I had to stay in the train for one night. Last afternoon , my cell-phone beeped while I was busy reading Bakhtin’s Dialogism in the library.   A singsong voice from the other end cooed, â€Å"Have you reported your arrival Professor? Your accommodation is ready in the Diamond block. Your paper entitled â€Å"Orhan Pamuk: Intrepid Ventures in fiction† has been scheduled in the post-lunch session. Please report immediately.† I was perplexed at first. Then said â€Å"Sorry?† Then each detail became crystal clear to me.    Oh Gosh! I was to attend the Seminar by catching the Superfast Express the previous evening. I rummaged into my reticule and found the expensive ticket with the accommodation details. I went downstairs to reach the Station and get a full refund for the ticket, but to my utter dismay only 10% of the fabulous sum had been refunded! I talked to the Seminar Convener over the phone and apologized. The nurse I was about to appoint came in the evening for doing my mother’s dialysis and was crestfallen to find me !    The first experience is not planned. The second one is somewhat planned. Only the third one has a bit of both.   The aforesaid experiences taught me to take life as it is and breathe a little concentration and agility into it. As I have to render a life-saving service to my mother , I must learn to prioritize my schedule. I have to keep my duties at home and at my workplace on an even keel. Falling in love is fine. But, no unwanted escapades are welcome for me now. I must rectify my forgetful nature. The third experience has made me learn it . That’s it.