My creative instincts…

My creative instincts

Naina Nair, Gulf News Reader
Published: January 22, 2009, 23:28

I had to get a part-time job! A homemaker’s work can be quite mundane, as rightly pointed out by my husband. “Don’t you get tired of doing the same thing every day?” he asked. As I was in the process of explaining that I had no choice, the discussion moved to an altogether different subject and my case was lost. But then again, I wasn’t fighting a case. This was war, and I was in it.

Every morning after the children and my dear husband left, I faced a war zone. The house looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Within an hour, however, it resembled a peaceful area on the border of a war zone. But then, that did not end my job for the day. Hundreds of other chores were still left to be done, but then again, this was a full-time job, right?

After a while, I realised that I could probably land with a well-paid job instead of being a full-time homemaker. I decided to speak about this to my family members. However, before I could even complete my speech about looking for a job, everyone threw a fit. Each was worried about the extra work they would have to do.

This made me more adamant, and I put my foot down and told everyone that my decision was final. That silenced them all.

After a restless night wondering how I would go about with my latest decision I woke up with a headache. However, I persevered with my hope to get a job and sent my résumé to companies for part-time work.

Shortly I got calls from various places. I went for the interviews but was unsuccessful because of the lack of experience. I had so much experience on the home front that I had not gained any in the outside world!

However, I suddenly realised that life was more peaceful. Each family member had been allotted some chores in anticipation of my job, and I was left with precious free time. After going through the appointments section of the newspaper, I was left with enough time to actually read the news in detail. I started commenting on various issues and when they got published, I realised this was something I could do very well. I started writing poems and articles and it gave me the satisfaction that no other job could give. One day I hope to write a novel. I guess it is a far cry, but then without aims and ambitions everything is impossible.

My hunt for the part-time job was shelved. Everyone in the family was happy with my decision. My poems and contributions were appreciated and finally I had carved my niche.

– The writer is a Gulf News reader


Portions and formulae…

Naina Nair, Hindustan Times
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Mumbai, April 07, 2010

Portions and formulae

Reva went on flicking the pages of her textbook. She had her final exams tomorrow. She was supposed to sit and study. She still had to revise eight chapters. She opened the book. There was no way Jiten could enter her thoughts. He was her classmate and best friend. She had known him since she was in her primary class.

He was a gem of a person and she always confided in him. Over the years, they had grown fond of each other. She slowly turned the pages. What was happening to her? She felt like meeting Jiten. But then, she had seen him only yesterday. What was wrong with her?

She felt like talking to him. She stared at the phone wondering if she should pick it up and dial his number. She could feel her heart thudding away. She felt like she was in the science lab mixing some portions as per the given formulae and waiting for some chemical reaction to take place. The textbook fell off her hand.

She got up and started pacing. She had to fight this feeling and start studying. She would see Jiten in college tomorrow anyway. Her knees felt weak. She sat down on the bed. In all these years that she had known Jiten, she had never felt anything like this. Now what she was feeling was love, a kind of pull.
She wanted to score well in the exam, but her feeling for Jiten was creating havoc within her. She had a Chemistry exam the next day. Relationships were like chemical reactions. If the right portions were added, keeping with the formula, the experiment would succeed. But in some cases, there could be an error that could lead to an explosion. How similar to our human reactions!

She was adding the love portion to the formula of friendship and wondering what the reaction could be. It could blend well or it could blast. Instead of working out the reactions in her mind, she would tell him about the special feelings she had been having for him of late.

Tomorrow after her exam, she would confide in him. She knew there would be a reaction. The only thing was she didn’t know what it could be. But she had decided to take the test. She took the Chemistry textbook and started studying. She was going to prepare herself for “chemistry” tomorrow.

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