Chemistry class..!

Recently, a friend of mine asked me, What do you have to say when you look back? From no where a word striked in mind was "Banana".
A class where we get to crack some of our lame jokes.
The word chemistry itself was so fascinating for all of us at that age.Not because of the reason that we would get to do experiments like scientists but to make up reactions with all the little knowledge we had in biology.How couldn't that be intresting when you can make reactions with chemistry & Biology put together.Little did we know at that age ,was even subjects can come handy in putting our feelings with ease just like the way Copper and tellurium does.For all those who don't remember Cu+Te becomes 'cute' by the way. And that's it ,the job was done. Moments like these will make you emphasize  "those were the days". After all these years it feels worthy to be sharing, when people put you in spot.Apart from all the fun we had, there are  embarassing moments which aren't worth sharing.But I still want everyone of you to know this not because you are reading this blog but because........? You'll know it by the end.
It's obvious to rasie doubts once the class is done. One fine day our chemistry teacher made it very clear to all of us ,each student should come up with a doubt just to make sure what went inside ,regardless of what we had perceived in our brains.One after the other, it was my turn.I stood up to ask, why should we use + sign instead of using -- sign in writing an equation.The rest is history , the next minute I was sent out. I mean look at you this is a mere basic.She yelled at the me saying is this a kind of doubt you ask me after studying it for an year? Though it was an embarassing moment I've gathered all my strength to say this,Mam! I've asked a doubt out of your compulsion not becasue I want it.Aren't we all travelling in a  same boat? I know I know, the next question would be, How you can say it?? 
We do things out of compulsion  not beacuse really we want it.Compulsion of doing things to be happy thinking this will make my life happier .Compulsion of being successful, assuming this will make me become one someday without actually wanting to do it. Compulsion of doing something just to find your place amongst the achievers of whom, people like to admire just because they earn well by doing a high standard job?
Why? Why to do something out of complusion where you can no longer relate it to yourself.Just like my teacher who sent me out , this life will hit you in the head with a brick to make you realise what you actually want.!Don't lose faith.I'm convinced that the only thing which keeps you going was doing what you love.You've got to find what you love.If you haven't, keep looking.Don't settle.As with all the matters of the heart you'll know when you find it.And like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on.So keep looking.Don't get trapped by dogma-which is living with the results of other people's thinking.
Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice..!

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