Anger management ( or how i managed to not get angry)
It was one of those unpleasant tasks, that after reaching its tether of procrastination, had to be finally dealt with.
My third sem marksheet for some unknown reason, had been kept in reserve, by the university, and a long tedious process had to be undergone to get it back to the fold.
It involved writing a letter the college, then another letter to the university, a two month wait for their postal acknowledgement, and then Inquiring at the college if the truant mark sheet was back.
It was more than a month since the postal acknowledgement greeted my door, but i was dillydallying about collecting the cert from the two clerical staff woman from college who always knew how to push my buttons, without really trying.
'Shumb' and 'nishumb' are the two 'rakashishis' who were so habitually impartially rude to all and sundry that im sure that eevn Modi wud have got the condescending are u stupid vibe rubbed into his face, PM not withstanding if he came a visiting.
My immediate goal is to get thru the ordeal without losing my temper. Much to the amusement of my fellow students, who always grin as they watch me making a screaming swearing spectacle of my self. Till now i had never succeeded.
I try to enlist hubby, but no luck for he wiggles out too. Those women stress me out too, he pleads.
I decide to conserve my freshness and energy for the unpleasant task ahead, by opting to take a rick instead of a bus or walk as i usually do.
Luckily the place is rather empty. No swarming crowds as it usually is.
I ask 'Shumb' for my marksheet.
'Its not come' she answers without batting an eyelid. 'Go collect it from the university! '
'Are u sure? 'I ask, my tone slightly sharp, temper already beginning to rise. 'you haven't even checked'.
Ok, she says and then surprisingly obediently starts to check. No, she says again as she halfheartedly shuffles thru marksheets. Not here.
I am glad! I mean i got thru the ordeal without a scream.
Even if i ddnt get the mark-sheet!
Then i remember i need to collect my graduation marksheet too. The one i had deposited here two years ago. Another badly procastinated project.
This time she asks me to wait.
And then i worry il lose it this time. My temper that is.
I immediately pull out my cell and check my wassap as i wait. Luckily, two active groups and one friend online. I quickly bury myself into multiple conversations, to take the sting off the waiting.
About 15 minutes later, which normally would have seemed like eternity, passed surprisingly quick, and she hands me my old crumbling greying grad marksheet
As i saunter away, I feel grateful to both ......
shumb as well as the internet world wide web for helping me tide through the self created crisis with commendable dignity and aplomb.
It was one of those unpleasant tasks, that after reaching its tether of procrastination, had to be finally dealt with.
My third sem marksheet for some unknown reason, had been kept in reserve, by the university, and a long tedious process had to be undergone to get it back to the fold.
It involved writing a letter the college, then another letter to the university, a two month wait for their postal acknowledgement, and then Inquiring at the college if the truant mark sheet was back.
It was more than a month since the postal acknowledgement greeted my door, but i was dillydallying about collecting the cert from the two clerical staff woman from college who always knew how to push my buttons, without really trying.
'Shumb' and 'nishumb' are the two 'rakashishis' who were so habitually impartially rude to all and sundry that im sure that eevn Modi wud have got the condescending are u stupid vibe rubbed into his face, PM not withstanding if he came a visiting.
My immediate goal is to get thru the ordeal without losing my temper. Much to the amusement of my fellow students, who always grin as they watch me making a screaming swearing spectacle of my self. Till now i had never succeeded.
I try to enlist hubby, but no luck for he wiggles out too. Those women stress me out too, he pleads.
I decide to conserve my freshness and energy for the unpleasant task ahead, by opting to take a rick instead of a bus or walk as i usually do.
Luckily the place is rather empty. No swarming crowds as it usually is.
I ask 'Shumb' for my marksheet.
'Its not come' she answers without batting an eyelid. 'Go collect it from the university! '
'Are u sure? 'I ask, my tone slightly sharp, temper already beginning to rise. 'you haven't even checked'.
Ok, she says and then surprisingly obediently starts to check. No, she says again as she halfheartedly shuffles thru marksheets. Not here.
I am glad! I mean i got thru the ordeal without a scream.
Even if i ddnt get the mark-sheet!
Then i remember i need to collect my graduation marksheet too. The one i had deposited here two years ago. Another badly procastinated project.
This time she asks me to wait.
And then i worry il lose it this time. My temper that is.
I immediately pull out my cell and check my wassap as i wait. Luckily, two active groups and one friend online. I quickly bury myself into multiple conversations, to take the sting off the waiting.
About 15 minutes later, which normally would have seemed like eternity, passed surprisingly quick, and she hands me my old crumbling greying grad marksheet
As i saunter away, I feel grateful to both ......
shumb as well as the internet world wide web for helping me tide through the self created crisis with commendable dignity and aplomb.
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