There is so much of disturbance around my workplace. The mixer grinder is twirling in full swing crushing the tomatoes for the soup we are going to drink in the evening. My brother’s teacher is explaining the dividend distribution model, one of his first online lectures scheduled for the day. And despite telling him for the hundredth time, he will not plug on to his earphones. Instead of focusing on his class, he is talking to his friends and I’m forced to listen to his teacher. In the other room, my father is speaking to his clients on phone, not to mention, at the top of his voice. His larynx is so loud that my friends fear speaking to him on the telephone. Amidst so much of chaos, I’m trying hard to focus on my latest financial model because I’m not able to arrive at the numbers I’m supposed to.
There is some error with my model, maybe a linking error or a calculation error. I’m supposed to pass on the file to my senior in two hours from now. But it doesn’t look like I will be able to make it. There is a lot left undone and with the numbers not flowing correctly, completion seems far away. Whoever at this moment can help me rectify it, will be really appreciated. It is 10:30 in the morning and my struggle has already continued for an hour. In order to focus, I’m now screaming at my brother. Yes, I know it will nowhere solve my problem, but will at least help me ease off some of my tension. Having a younger brother has some perks! I sincerely request him to pay attention to his teacher because I’m not going to help him during his online exams and to compulsorily use his earphones.
He makes his typical frowning expression, picks up his laptop and leaves the room. Whoof! There is finally some silence. I sip on some water and again start hunting for the source of the error. It is only five minutes past since my brother left that my mom comes in. She has a glass of buttermilk and a plate full of nicely chopped fruits. She plates them so nicely that you cannot even return it. Cutting fruits is a meditative exercise for her and I know she is extremely attached with the process of peeling, cutting and arranging pieces of each fruit she picks up for the day. Even though I’m extremely irritated, probably about to burst, I take a deep breath, smile and accept what she offers.
I know she cares for me and my health. She asks me to finish off everything in half an hour otherwise I would feel full for lunch. I thank her and agree to finish off the multicolored plate. Once she leaves, I peacefully work for an hour, happy to find out the error and am heading to finish my task. Thankfully, I will be able to meet the deadline, but then I failed to meet my mother’s expectation. The plate and glass lay as is, untouched. My mom comes back to check on me and asks if I need something more. I could see her disappointment in me for not eating a single piece. Instead of being courteous, I lose my temper and say “I will eat it. I’m not a child anymore. I’m in the middle of something and please do not disturb me again and again”. She stares at me for around thirty seconds and quietly leaves the room. In minutes I realized I had made a huge mistake and decide to go out to apologize. All she said was, “I know you are working from home. But don’t let your anger from work spill to your home”. I promised her that I would keep it in mind and would stick through it even when it’s tough. I then finished off my fruits and buttermilk in ten minutes and got back to work!