Concerning Personal Disabilities

It’s not everyday that you realize that you have a defect, although it may happen as in the case of my life, I have discovered 66 of them and the most recent of them could spell doom. I just realized that I could be dyslexic; it is a learning disability by the way.

I was shocked, even though I have known that I should be associated with more disabilities than abilities, but dyslexia was like the old cherry on the five rupee chocolate cake.

It was a thought I had been giving a thought in recent times owing to my over dependence on the spelling check and grammar option in good old word, in other words I don’t use any other software other than those which provide me with this advantage, a thing which I have been hiding from all those I know.

My spellings are worse, always do the swap between the i’s and the e’s and a whole lot of other bloody words which are difficult to write, this might be a case to reckon with if I am considering dyslexia.

Things got better when I did an online search on the subject, I was not entirely dyslexic as I thought I would be, it would have been better if I had been in the first case I could blame all my academic failures on poor dyslexia.

A quick reading ensured that I was more prone to typo error than others which are closely related to a disorder called dysgraphia which deals with spellings verbal and otherwise.

As I said it’s not everyday you discover that something is horribly wrong with you, but no big deal I can very well just get on with it, as I see all those around me with more exponential difficulties pulling their cart I haven’t even begun at the wheel.

As Bilbo Baggins once said, there is only one road and it goes on forever, long live Tolkien and all those who read the lord of the rings on their way to college everyday.

Satyeki

O Sheep, Don't Weep

There's an animal which looks as if it is ever asleep
It is you O Sheep!!!
Not that i should tell you that you are my imagery
But then i am not in the mood for verbal surgery

And when you loose your skin
It's not as though you feel for your kith and kin
It's nothing after all,
but you provide for all

How ungratefull we men are
Not realising that you can never utter "Hello Saar"
They say Mary once had a little lamb
as significant as the Shakespeare by Charles and Mary Lamb

But i am anot sure if you are the same Mary,
and we are quite sure that British names vary
But we all are you O sheep
for we do no think even before the sleep

We do what we are told to
Not realising where we are going to
O sheep you have no brains
and you don't do much during the rains

It's not that i want to say much
in fact i cannot say much
as such
it is very difficult to rhyme with such

O sheep, if you could only write a poem
your people might even sing it like an anthem
you may be equalled to the intellect of man
But i am sure you can

But why should this idiot write about sheep
dreaming and counting losing sleep
I do not care what the world thinks
I am quite certain a good half of it never thinks

One more line and i would have written my longest lyric
but then my eyes look choleric
As time passes minute after
i wish i could say 'So long and there's nothing much i could alter'

Rhyming i think is a difficult process
Maybe it was too for Moses
The more i write O sheep
the water below my brain should seep

There is nothing i can say more about
O sheep,
Don't weep
(line left vacant for inspiration to strike)

Intermittently the poem will be titled O Sheep ,Don't Weep

Satyeki

The Silly Clinic

Sir Tom was sleepy after school,that kind of thing usually happens given the things people encounter in such a heavenly place
and finally when Sir Tom got home more than once he felt that something was wrong him, the year was 2001 and he was still in eighth standard for the eight year, which in his family was like being in one of the moons of saturn for more than a moment, not that they were much informed about the astronomical advancements over the century,
they were in fact the most ordinary family in the whole of Madras and the rest of the discovered and exlporable universe

the greatest achievement was by Sir Tom himself ; the thing being that he overstayed in the same class for almost a decade, not that he liked the teacher so much but because he just didn't want to proceed to the next class..

"We must take Tom to that clinic" said his mother, and as bad things always happen before the good things he was dragged to some unlocated place in saidapet which on Google earth will resemble 1/67 th the size of the mole on robert deniro's cheek

It was the Silly Clinic,
Welcome to the Silly Clinic said a red board with red lettering which was one of the major causes why people forgot the existence of such a wonder.

Could we have an appointment said the mother in her usually motherish tone,
the nurse did not reply
she had never replied in her whole career for no reason

Sir Tom looked up at the leaking ceiling, it was leaking obviously the leaking ceiling had to leak.
"Mother the ceiling is leaking" he said in 'the world is coming to an end' tone, his mother said nothing but just slapped the eighteen year old in front of the forty year old nurse as the sixty year old doctor had just opened his door to take a look at the leak, co-incidence
he had found his man
this was the silly clinic after all,
"Will my son pass this year at least?" the mother asked to the doctor who stood at the leaking alleyway under the leaking ceiling, it was a tough question, he had never passed an examination but then he was happy, always happy a certain gift only bestowed to the mad men and to innocent births on this green land of ours, he adjusted his thick framed glasses and simply said
"All things must pass" and went into the noisy world in search of god and a plumber to seal the ceiling.

Satyeki

An Encounter with Death

An encounter with death

A not so helpful disclaimer follows:

It’s not my duty to write meaningful disclaimers, it’s even not my area of expertise to write something which could be useful to a fellow human being not that I wish to be selfish but I think people do deserve to be treated in a similar way.

The article or words woven together is almost true, I say almost because I don’t believe in sharing with others the whole truth plainly because I don’t want you to know it, yes it is exaggerated and blown into elephants but I am quite intelligent to write this in a way that you have no clue in the end. Thank you.

The end

It’s bound to happen, not that I thought it would happen yesterday, but then you could never say if he’s coming to get you or not.

I cut my thumb, the details of which is quite unnecessary and unwanted, happy after a point that I could see blood oozing out from my body after a long time confirmed that I still had something inside me other than the rusting tangle of wires in my head.

Introducing my family, a fact which I should actually be proud of that they both are the medically inclined, if you know what I mean you can skip to the next paragraph to which I have no clue of or you could sit with me as I take you there gradually. Both of them are not doctors, my father being the one who would rejoice the meeting with the doctor not about any consultation but whether his analysis of his medical condition is perfect, yes he thought that he knew more than the doctor most of the times and that he had all the most ‘popular’ symptoms.

Mother with all her resources and the different sources of home medicinal literature she could procure, I always feared she would make me lie on stacks of neem leaves and make me crunch between my teeth kilos of pepper but she was divine enough not to do that, both were innocently addicted to getting me to the doctor.

I objected to their decision, it was almost mid-night and that the wound was not much of a Chernobyl to be looked after in the dead of the night, but then I agreed because I could postpone the sheepish assignment my college people had given me.

So then when the yellow auto-rickshaw sped into the night, it still looked yellow; we arrived at a gloomy looking really terrifying clinic whose only virtue as that it was open all through the year even if the Ayer’s rock displaces and comes to visit Washermanpet.

Nobody welcomed us (my father and I) as slowly (because I was hopping and not good at it, came last in the hopping and catching Olympics held at primary school) we entered the place where I was to encounter the closest ever to death (tensing eh?)

A lady whom I presumed to be a nurse of some sort directed us towards a rather poor looking room which was surprisingly well lit and it’s only inhabitant was the doctor.

I don’t want to describe the doctor that would have been the most boring thing I would have ever done (no offense meant doc)

He was busy reading a not so popular gossip magazine he tried to hide it when my father entered the room and managed to thump it into a cabinet, I was still smiling.

As I said before my father apparently knew more than the doctor and almost ordered him to administer me an injection which the young doctor did, another lady who this time was a nurse took me to the room next to the doctor’s and closed it behind her.

This was perhaps the first time in my life I was alone with a woman, not that the above sentence meant but then you couldn’t count the time when I was locked in a classroom with a third standard girl, the sad part being I was third standard too, later the girl was rescued even before I could ask her name and as always I was forgotten in the alleys of the devilish time.

The nurse by the way had done her part meaning she had removed the bad skin and had applied what was for me a brown liquid which created an unwanted sensation on the wound and later covered by cotton, this was the time death had come and as almost immediately he left me.

I had survived to fight another day, I was a veteran not that many acknowledge the fact but still I call myself that.

It was after all

The beginning.

SATYEKI

A Bystander's Apology

The write up should have been aptly titled the three mistakes of my life but then Chetan Bhagat was wise enough to use it before me, ignoring the outcome of the book I have decided not to buy , one more reason why I chose not to use the title was simply because of the fact that I made only two major mistakes and I couldn’t think of a third one.

The first being watching Dasavatharam, no don’t get me wrong, watching any kind of movie is not a mistake but watching a movie with preconceived notions was in fact a great mistake.

This write is in fact a result of a long brainstorming session that I had with a certain friend of mine who dismissed the movie as a dead octopus with freely suspended legs of whose two or three have been missing, I was still in the Pro-Kamal mood then, the man who comes up with certainly different every movie.

The second mistake being that I misunderstood the fact that Kamal had nothing different or new to offer so then he thought that donning ten roles would help him increase his stature as an actor who could differing from what critics had branded him; the actor of class for the class.

I think there has always been confusion in Kamal of whether he should be doing more of Devar –Magan, Anbe-sivam or should he do the commercial capers like Avvai Shanmugi (which were truly commercial although including the comical capacities of the above mentioned actors).

Dasavatharam stands in the middle of these two, actually going nowhere; it is like Kamal was taking a lot unto him; a lot more pressure to deliver something of a juggernaut in the box office which could cover all the movie-going audiences, which by my humble opinion now is a thing which he doesn’t need to do.

It’s not like Kamal cannot deliver a Sivaji (as in the movie, not the actor) or something similar but then he should have known that he is more liked in the roles which involves amounts of acting only Kamal could have done.

This write up also is a result of my previousover excitement, I agree completely and all you people have the right to give me the thrashing I deserve if you take the movies too seriously that is, I shouldn’t have written a Ben-Hurish review to the movie, which ultimately it didn’t deserve, my fault completely.

This also signifies a certain amount of introspection in the importance of my role as a common movie commentator which completely failed here and in the case of Mozhi (an earlier movie which I clapped with both my hands up ten feet in the air immediately after watching the movie but detested it a week later, and then I didn’t have the courage to accept the change in my mind so I didn’t voice it then)

Not that my movie reviews matter to people who read them, there are many masters in the field whose names I need not even supply, but I believe in being truthful to my conscience at the same time giving thought to the thoughts which do strike my brain occasionally, I could have called this the film critic’s apology but I know true to myself that I deserve nothing of that sort, I am after all a bystander.

P.S. the below review of the above mentioned movie would just show how ignorant I am in the scheme of things. Kindly laugh at it as much as you want.

Satyeki