The day wasn’t very unusual in the first glimpse. I stared out from my window with my dreamy eyes and Wow! the morning glory. “I have to get up”, – i thought or i might settle down again. Without thinking again, i got off the bed and made into the washroom.
As i walked out of the main entrance for my usual walk up to the Academy, where i was attending the GRE course, a chill of fresh air hit me. Yes, that’s the reason i loved Kathmandu so much. No matter how arid and dusty the day is, the morning chill always makes you want to inhale a fresh long breath. Few steps ahead, i stopped, put on my dust mask and moved on again.
On the first crossing from my place of stay, i had to suddenly stop, for a disgusting and viscous, thread like material dropped from the sky. At the very moment, i knew what it was and i prayed that it hadn’t touched me anywhere. But as i just had passed below it, i hastily started examining myself, starting with the cap on my top and then the shirt and “Oh god !!” there it was. I could see the dirty bird shit had splashed on my pants.
A bad omen i believe, that occurred at the first crossing is going to spoil my day today. It already had wasted a few minutes for wiping the dirty thing, which still had left greenish brown texture on the right top corner of my pant. In the rush, when i reached the academy, i could see a friend of mine was ordering herself for class after parking her vehicle. I approached her and had some fatuous talk. The bad omen of the day and the rush had me so enervated, that i wished to continue upstairs before she was ready. As i preceded upstairs i felt a pinch that something i had done terribly wrong. I couldn’t wait half a minute for her to come along, but till then my lament had no more value, as there was possibly nothing to undo it.
The class was running smoothly as usual, but my mind today was already distracted. I already had preconceived that not too many good things are going to happen today which was soon demonstrated by the teacher to me. Twice the teacher, in the class warned me for the tepidity i seem to have reflected in the class. Suddenly, i was doltish in his sight now. He considered me to be a dissolute and insensible person. Not enough with it, he questioned on my abilities and drowned my inspirit. Sitting in the class with the obstinate gadfly all over, got really awful the whole time.
Finally the class concluded. With a sigh of relief for the bitter experiences of the whole time and ruminating about the subject that had just been taught, i made my way downstairs. The thought that had occupied me was that whether Kings could be considered as political leaders? – in the historical context. The answer was affirmative from the teacher but my beliefs were contradictory. I gradually stepped down all the way to the base of the building, at my glimpse from the final stairs i saw that the friend of mine too was approaching the final stairs. I waited and asked her the question that had been baffling me. ” Hey i am a bit confused. Can Kings be considered as political leaders? ” But she was possibly listening to rather something more important from her good buddy that she didn’t even seem to notice. She passed by unnoticed and unanswered. I followed her till the rear end but couldn’t get her attention. And that was enough, already having fed up by having a bad morning, i was finally defeated by her ignorance or probably something else. I didn’t had a second thought, instead of going any further i witnessed her a stint and left heartbroken.
On my way back, i was feeling a little energized for the morning mess that had just been over. And i walked down the street, with the mask on all the way towards my house. Walking was something i always enjoyed especially during morning. On the way, we could observe the initiation of work in the morning by a variety of people. I too wanted to have a good beginning as usual, but today the crow had shitted on me. I knew i had to be immune to that though which i obviously wasn’t trying. I had always believed that i had pretty good eyesight, until a car blew horn and jammed its brakes. God! where was i looking? – towards the car. Yes i was staring at the car but wasn’t seeing it. The eyes had no fault, the fault was in the mind.
During the day, i remembered a long standing task that had been left untouched, for which i required to send a mail to the NOKUT, for verification/recognition of my certificates, for further study in the Nordic Countries. I took my laptop, searched for the application and filled it. Scrolling down to the documentation requirements, i meticulously observed all the requirements and got obliged with myself to have all those. Now my plan was to make photocopies, bag and tag them and mail it away to the agency’s address. But Only after i started clipping the documents, i observed something i had wrongly perceived. I had the transcripts, but the transcript seemed only to be a supporting document. The application had something else mentioned as the main document. I pictured my certificates in my mind, have i ever seen it? if yes, where was it? I almost fell off a cliff to know it was missing and i had seen it before, but possibly of someone else’s. After a while when i restrained myself, i came to realize that i had never received such certificate. Moreover, i had never applied for it, and now i needed to rush to TU for it. God knows what happens there. May he give me strength to overcome the lucky day of the devil.