Difference

As once I have written in this blog that it is some times nice that I don't put an update when I am not in the best of my moods, I did the same thing yesterday. But I really don't know if my mood was bad enough. Perhaps it was not my mood but something else I didn't wish my blog to reflect. But no matter how much I try I can't escape a few things - I am writing an update today and it is telling clearly that there was something that I don't want to write. It can't be more obvious. I am bound by my feelings to have today's post written in a confusing manner. I won't make much sense!

When I slept on Saturday night - morning to be more clear - I was charged up. I had a lot of vigor within me that could have made me do anything. It was nice that I slept. Sometimes it is nice and in the best of interests that I don't do anything. But anyways I don't remember me doing much. I am more of inactivity except online! The raw vigor had turned into some refined strength. But it all collapsed yesterday after the college. It was around 4 pm if I remember it well. I was disappointed with myself.

But my friend was there to help me. What I wanted to start did start with that friend's help. But it didn't go much ahead. It was supposed to be like the whole world coming down for me. But even that didn't happen. I had my friends around me, for me, and that helped me to remain like me. I left for home. And I slept.

When I woke up, I realized that I had left my phone unattended for quiet long and it was in silent mode. I found many missed calls and a messages in it. I felt a little bad that I forgot to put it on 'general'. The calls were more important than the sleep.

Today morning when I woke up, I couldn't think of anything - I had stomach ache. I somehow pushed myself to get ready. I avoided eating the daily banana and used 'Bournvita' instead of coffee in the milk. Just before leaving, I had to reconsider going to the college. But it was important for me to go. I had not attended the Computer Graphics class for long, I had missed it even yesterday when I thought that period to be of another subject. I pulled an antacid in my mouth and left not listening to my mother who was asking me to stay home. She perhaps thought I had to meet somebody today! This happened before once.

Allah relieved me of the pain in less than 30 minutes. It was a wonderful feeling being back to normal. We can understand good health only when we know what pain and bad health is. Like I always say this, Allah has always been kind to me. SubhanAllah.

In the afternoon I had the lab for computer Graphics. I was expecting the lecturer to get angry wit me a little. Though I had submitted my lab record, I had not done those programs by myself and my attendance too in this subject was low. She was calling everybody to ask about the programs done. When my turn came, I had to be a little low on my integrity ethics! Today I had done just one program and that too was with the help of some existing programs and also my neighbor. In fact I can say that I had copied it completely. She was satisfied with my answers. I pity myself.

A few minutes later I asked her if I could have my record file back. She took it and started checking it first. She had already corrected it. She asked me how I could print all those programs when I had not done them by myself. I told her I copied. When she asked me from where I copied them, I told her "from here and there"! I am sure she expected some lie from me. She was happy with my answers again. She asked me to write he page numbers in the record and returned it to me.

During the lunch I called my aunt who lives in Mecca. She was not well and I had been wanting to talk to her for the last few days. She said she is fine now. Alhamdulillah. She met with an Indian doctor there who is from Kerala and he is good enough to give her the required treatment. She still has to undergo some tests and inshAllah they all will show her normal. It was really talking to her. I missed her a lot after she left India in January. I can still hear her two sons calling my name. They were so sweet.

After coming home I took a very short nap. When my father came home he told me about the telephone conversation he had today with his eldest brother. He had just heard from him after several years. I was glad to know that my uncle knows me by my name. He said he was going to retire soon from his office there. When my father asked him to come to India, he instead asked him to come over there to France. My father explained to him that there are more people here he could meet than the ones my father can meet if he goes there.

When my father asked him to come here, he started calculating in Euroes how much it would all mean to cost him. He also tried to calculate his expenditure on tea and cigarettes if he comes here. He surely remembers his days here and being in France for 34 years has made him like that. I somehow tried to relate him to what I am learning from the book 'Rich Dad, Poor Dad'. I am looking forward to meet him.