Emotional Arsenal

The days are moving, it has no break at all. "Time makes me old and sometime shatterd my hope" murmurs everybody eventually. Hearing friends and family shared same emotion, with the particular hope, torn desire, took back to childhood, when things were possible in our little eye and emotion. In each corner of life room, I sometime feel great loss of hope and recovery. I always tried to give subtler meaning to every tone of life, though. As a result I stand so very firm to myself. I know I can hold my thought to myself for the cause. These causes, in essence, turn topsyturvy land occassionally. Last day, for instance, I was heading to 7075 Belair to participate in a farewell program. I drove past my exit. The wrong exit took me towards the downtown Baltimore. I pulled my car and took long breathe and stared at my GPS.Suddenly, my GPS informed me out loud- Satellitte Loss. In a minute or so I heard the sound " recalculating".Exactly like GPS, I loss my system when my students get my nerve at school. I loss my system in moring rush hour traffic. Most importantly, I loss my system while reporting work late. I look closely enough,at my eyeballs flicking rapidely around under my lids on my side view mirror, I read my dream. I know I have some sort of dream. It might not match with Martin Luther. I can say for sure that I can draw radius line with Obamian spirit ' Change'. At this moment, I apeared tense to the extent of psychological meltdown. My mind could not comprehend anything inside, inflicted truly dire. It was 7 past 10 already. I started serfing through my blackberry and find the address through map quest. I asked to myself- Is the programme mandatory? In a minute I heard a honking of a Lexus at me. It is not always safe to open up car's window, therefore, I just honked back at him. I turned on my car.... but ....I could not start ..Oh my gush! my car battery was dead. 'Do I have jumper cable', I asked to myself and answer immidiately 'yes' in my trunk. I got out of my car and asked Lexus driver if he could help me out to jump start my car. I turned on my key ignition and pressed hard the gas peddle. Thanks god, I was okay to move on now. However, move where? Suddenly, I saw a car ahead of me which was bearing Nepal's flg on its bumber. I just followed the car which took me to the destination. I gave a farewell speech for home returning ambassdor Chalise. Through out the my speech my eyes were roaming around the jummper cable. Around 11 am after dinner I reached home without being lost anywhere. On my way to home, I pondered on the jumper cable needed for my country.