I am certainly not the smartest person you will come across and I am definitely not the quickest person I know. Realization always decides to take the longest route and mini vacations on the way before it strikes me. However, if there is one particular self realization that my mind grabbed pretty early, it is my love for words. There a few words, irrespective of the language, that I love immensely. This morning, in Power Plant Engineering class, from nowhere a hypothetical wave of realization left me with five words from the vast English vocabulary that I like for no apparent reason.
This word would have surfaced into my world of limited ‘big’ English words back in primary. 3rd grade if I am not wrong. This word appeared in one of the little lessons from my English text book. The word seemed to have wings and on learning the meaning of it, I was so delighted. It was the word I had been looking for from so long. Something I had been doing from such a long while and was unable to express. It felt so good to learn this word and of course, do the same. I suppose I used the word very often, my mother made it a part of her vocabulary whenever she had to pull my leg. Imagine, just imagine.
This was in the 3rd standard too. I wasn’t much of an eater then. But I sure was very fond of tasty food. I had always had my favorites and expressing how much I liked them was left to my face expressions. Some of the things I ate were simply ‘very very very tasty’ and that sounded bland. Then came along this amazing word. Delicious. It sounded so perfect to describe good food. I practiced the spelling repeatedly on the very day it was thought to us in English class.
I will have to rewind back to the second grade for this word. I had always used this word when I had compliment females. I was strictly instructed by my elder sister whose instructions I had always followed blindly that ‘Women are beautiful. Men and handsome.’. Whenever anyone would call a man beautiful, it was a massive joke for us. Little did we know that they were referring to the person rather than his appearance. Dictation was an important part of English since upper KG. My spellings weren’t as horrible as my hand writing, but I was no wonder kid, I did make mistakes. We were asked to draw the ‘Correction line’ and the bottom of the page where we had to write the words we spelled wrong thrice. The word beautiful landed in that part of my little not book twice, on the very same day. I was very disappointed. That evening, my father checked my note book (He would check our note books once a while I would be scared as hell besides having all of it completed. He wouldn’t even yell, but I never missed on being scared. Silly me.). So yes, I was instructed to practice the word ten times in my little blue diary while sitting at the wonderfully lit dining hall (I can remember every bit of it. My brain works in a funny way, selectively). As I wrote the word over and over again, I fell in love with it. It was so beautiful by itself. So mind me, If I call you beautiful, you have to believe me.
This was must have been in the fourth grade. A word that described to me how I felt to explore new words. Before this word happened to me, I felt ‘nice’ in an AC room on a sunny afternoon watching TV and sipping some soft drink that would be allowed to cool after being kept out of the fridge for an hour at least. Oh childhood! 😀
So yes, comfortable. We all know how that feels and have our own definition of the same. My definition of the word keeps varying with time too.
5. Self Esteem
This phrase had been along with me since my fifth grade perhaps. I do not remember where exactly I learnt the phrase, but I do precisely remember when it became one of my absolute favourites. I knew what it meant and that it was important for every individual. This was in the ninth grade. I had joined Little Rock and in no time the Sports Day had set in. This would have been a couple of weeks before sports day. I was in the Rose team and in the previous day during PT class, we had our selections for the march last and here I was in the lunch break. The teacher instructed boys and girls to form separate lines in height order and I head right back. There were two of us who were almost equally tall and were trying to decide who the taller one is. Yes, there were taller girls in our batch, but none were present at the march past practise, just for your information. So yeah, we saw each other and learnt that I was taller. I stood behind. We spoke to each other and I learnt that she was in the 10th grade. She looked and me and said,’ You’re younger than me and taller. I always thought I was the tallest. (I am sure she was exaggerating) . My self esteem!’, she sighed. It did sound very filmy. Bringing in self esteem with regard something as uncontrolled by ones height. I laughed unenthusiastically. But somehow, it felt right. The phrase there, at that moment. Self esteem matters, you know.
Writing about these beautiful words made me so comfortable and my self esteem in allowing me imagine about delicious food I wish to be served later in the evening. Lame, I know. 😉
Till Next Time,