I was working as usual on a project – an article that has to be written thrice but at the same time should pass through copyscape, rephrase and grammar softwares. With enormous sound from the lavatory where reconstruction work was going on, I was not able to work peacefully. I rushed to my parent’s bedroom which resembled a paradise for the noise that was irritating me in my room. A sigh of relief, a room of serenity and a stupendous mood to work was regained, I kept my fingers on the laptop. The time-being laptop table was small and I could not extend my hand beyond a level. The space was limited and my hands were restricted within the plot of the laptop perimeter like a hand locked in a multistation. Those could not move beyond a specific plane, oh my, what else to do. That room was better than my bedroom.

I have never been fine operating the touchpad. It simply irritated me with my mouse pointer protesting continuously to move in proportion to my index finger’s doodles on the touchpad. I had a 150 Rs. plug and use mouse that bestowed me with the sophistication I expected. Perhaps, now it is helpless as the laptop table was small, I had to keep the mouse down and make use of the touchpad irrespective of my convenience. Though the table kept annoying me, I convinced myself with the harmony in the room that sprung from nowhere.

I heard a voice from outside. I simply dismissed the voice as I did not want to get distracted during the project. First rewrite usually takes 20 minutes with the following rewrites consuming not more than 10 – 11 minutes per rewrite. But today was different; unfortunately all of the hurdles on earth kept accumulating and decelerating my pace. My servant maid came from the kitchen with a pleasant smile on her face and intimated me that there was someone outside waiting to see me. I wonder how a woman who is working physically so hard, who is striving hard for peanuts could wear an unceasing smile. She is married and she has two sons, I guess. I heard it from my mom, probably she would have shared it with my mom. My mom is quite closed with strangers, she never opens her mouth to talk with them. She always thought that was none of her business.

Part II is here

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Tuesday, 19. October 2010 um 1:58 pm Under the Category Fr a Reason, Humanity. Trackback.