''Change'' is a slow phenomenon and life is too small to realize it."..........................................................................................................................................
Her presence will grasp you and she promises to induce many changes in you. She speaks occasionally. But when she starts, no body speaks, not because people are scared of anything but just because people find her talks, amusing.
Routine practical classes, everybody was busy in their group talks. Six to seven groups in a class. Professor had already given instructions and had left out. Loud jokes were being cracked . Some groups were at serious talks, academic types and rest were busy, in performing silly things like wandering in and out, of the class.
Majority in this class believed, if their attendance was taken, so there was no point in performing the experiment. So it was normal if you find, more students at tea stalls than in the class.
As a keen observer, I was busy in looking at students, in the class.
Extreme corner desk, a girl looked pretty calm, carrying a test tube and a piece of paper, with some calculation stuff, written on it and busy in organizing all equipments which she might need to perform her task. But she was alone in the sense, no body in her group, had an intention to work out on the experiment.
I asked , " Why are you so bothered about the experiment as no body cares and even look at the stuff you do? ''
She smiled and just smiled and continued working, with no answer in return.
It was shocking to me because I actually realized what she wanted to say without actually speaking it.
Her ''Work'' seemed more important than answering and debating me.
Day was over but the actual awakening had just begun.
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Next morning, first lecture, room number thirty seven. Cell biology Professor asked few questions. I approached to answer, the very first. Very proud feeling as if I had conquered the ''Nobel''. No body knew, the answer came from my old notes, kept underneath the table which only few people, could see, from the back.
But anyway, I was successful, in impressing the professor and in pretending, I was the genius.
Time had started cooking the story. It had been only three days, professors started calling me, by my name.
I was approached upon, by many of my classmates, for my friendship. My inner man said , '' I am the genius just because I had topped my bachelor college.''
But being in masters, was different. Well, who cared as my vanity used to shake me off, all day and night.
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Seventh day of this drama and dance of extreme fake pride, I was heading to arts faculty lawn, in the neighbor zone, to have my lunch, with many of my new friends including the girl who was silent and composed most of the time.
Everybody sat on grass. Finished the lunch and decided to play a game called 'Truth and Dare' where a bottle was rotated and a question was asked from the person where pointed, the stopped bottle's neck mark.
But when I was caught in the game, by chance, instead of being asked, everybody said me, to pose a question which I would like to ask, from everybody sitting on grass.
I asked everybody to tell me five positives and five negatives about me. Everybody amused me with their answers. The butter melted more smoothly than I had imagined it would, with no salt.
Last turn, the silent girl said, '' I don't speak lies so I would not amuse you but will prefer being direct at talk."
'' You are a person who show off, a lot'', added the lady. I don't know why I did not cross question her, may be my heart accepted she was not wrong.
Assembly ended with a partial clarification of what she had just said. The talk had a severe impact rendering me, unable to stop thinking about it, the whole night.
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I wanted to clarify and get more noticed by this girl as she was least interested in my company. It pinched my brain off. So, I joined her group.
A girl with extreme intelligency, at calculating work as if approaching accuracy was in her top priority lists, no matter if experiment finishes very late in the evening. Patience and determination WITHOUT any attitude.
I could not believe how deep thinker was she.
Experiment failed even after pouring the whole stamina into it , that day but still she would not write anything fake in record file even if she worked hard and experiment failed. Her silence was more powerful than anything, which might not need any vocal words to complement.
I started calling her, '' The Silent Speaker''.
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I remember, that examination morning, everybody carried thick, well presented, highly organised record files enlisting all experiments, performed, during the whole semester. I was very stressed out as my index page was missing. I went to see her for helping me in noting down, index dates.
Again I was shocked to see, what her register file contained. Only six or seven pages encompassing only five index entries. On being questioned she answered, ''Since she has not done experiments actually so she has not pen down those in file''. Simultaneously she laughed at her file too but I was amazed on what she had just said as I could not see a single mark of stress on her forehead.
I thought she would loose marks but examiners were impressed with her viva. May be her hard work had paved the way to examiners brains.
She again, conveyed what she wanted, but through her own style. And everybody had to believe that she was right.
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By now I had changed drastically. I felt more calm, less annoyed as I realized what a true essence of being ''an educated person'' was.
I started focusing on being more realistic towards life and less towards being fake. Though I went far away from the competition stuff in the class but started conceiving real education that had nothing to do with marks but with true wisdom of knowledge.
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Now I prefer being called as back bencher or an average scorer. But I feel the change that has seeded into me, is marvelous.
I feel graced for the fact ''The Life'' presented me such an incredible silent speaker into my life, as a friend.
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She used to say, " Have patience to induce positive changes in somebody's character, by producing the best of your polite efforts, though, this may take time but believe me it happens''.
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