After 21 years i realize that my mouth need rest... atleast momentary rest!
My amma used to say that she waited for more than 18 months to hear my first word since my birth. From then I shouted, yelled, yawped, complained, questioned, negotiated then argued, argued, argued...
Four years of Engineering taught me nothing but to argue. Argue in class, in canteen, and even in GD's!!! The last arguement i had was one of the best & conclusive!!! first of its kind, uh!
'I started arguing with myself to stop arguing.'
Afterall the mouth can be shut, so why dont give a try!
I still wonder why god/nature provided means to shut our mouth while the ears are kept open always!
Does the design requires us to listen always and to talk only when there is no other way? Should i have listened more in the past rather than chucking worthless words? should i have tried to understand the problem before discussing it? had i miss the opportunity to laugh at other's stupidity? had i miss a friend just because i never gave him time to speak?
I asked these questions to myself and to my surprise there wasn't any counter arguments within! When there are no arguments to ponder upon, mind works fast to yield answer. (As generally believed, arguments don't always converge at a conclusion, however effective they might be. This is what i have learned after 21 years of survival)
So here i am preparing myself to celebrate my silence and to listen... Hmmm...
If you think that the topic is so familiar, then that isn’t a misconception. I was forced to look back into my life by vatsan’s article on his misconceptions. It requires courage to break your illusionary image which you hold now and reveal the ‘part of stupidity’ in you. I carefully reveal the part of stupidity from my past alone :-)
So here I go to do two most unlikely things; write an article in English, & that too about my childhood beliefs (misconceptions)
Content Warning: The following article may contain loose sentences, worst vocabulary and even grammatical mistakes.
Stomach - A potential Farm land:
Whenever I swallow the seed of a fruit (not that of mango of course), I would have a shake in my shoes hoping that it will grow inside me and in the future the branches would pop out through my ears, mouth, nose..
I remember myself imagining before mirror how I would look after the tree has popped out.
Aliens under my ground:
I have spent hours lying down on earth, observing the sounds I hear on the floor. I fantasized that those were the sounds made by the aliens from the alien world beneath earth’s surface.
Coal maker:
Whenever I find a tree bark, I would bury it under some place and mark the location in my note. After every month or two i go to that place and unearth the tree bark to check whether it is transforming into a piece of coal.
(i left that hobby, after I noticed that they change into nothing but a house of worms.. my school pal ramesh & I have discussed for hours on how tree bark develops worms...)
Funeral service for butterflies:
I had a kind of dramatic love towards butterflies. Whenever I saw a dead butterfly on road, I would bury it near my house & many times i have sincerely prayed to god that he need to take care of its soul. Many times I would end up shedding tears.
(The highly contradicting fact is that, when my school pal who was close to me died, I thought it was just a part of life & not a matter to sob)
New world while i sleep:
At the beginning of every day I try to figure what I did while sleeping.
I mentored a theory that i escape from earth into some farther planet & live a different life while i sleep. I even framed proofs that dreams are just memories i carry from my life there in that alien planet.
Ice cream Mountains:
Once I have thought that the huge snowy icy mountains shown in the television are just heap of ice cream. I also believed that the push-cart ice cream vendor gets the ice cream stuffs from those mountains.
The macho man:
As the MTC bus vibrates owing to the engine idling, I would start pushing the front seat with both my hands.. Blimey!!!the bus would start moving.
Scoring Line in cricket:
Have you ever come across a term ‘One Run line’ in cricket field? Most of you wouldn’t have. For many years i thought the fielding restriction line as ‘one run line’. If the ball crosses the line, you score a run. Batsmen just run to change strike. That was my perception then...
Rubber manufacture:
Pour the rice porridge (the water in which you cook rice.. hmmm tamizhla ‘kanchi thanni’) into pen caps, and leave it for a day or two. You’ll have rubber in them. I did this experiment several times, backed by several of my school friends. Every time we would conclude that we have missed a special ingredient which is kept secret by companies like ‘Nataraj’ & ’Camlin’. We tried washing powder, egg, tooth paste, etc as the special ingredient, but in vain.
Appropriate place for a quote-
“ I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work" - Thomas A. Edison.
:-)
The inventor:
In my school chemistry lab, i used to pour whatever chemicals i have access to into a test tube hoping that i will end up in finding something accidentally..
Its needless to say that it has never happened.
The misconceptions / foolish beliefs i had after my school days are left out intentionally.
I personally feel that i am noway good in building relationships.
My college life gives me a prominent proof to support the above statement. At the middle of my college life, i thought that i myself would ruin the whole of my college life... Thanks to my 2 friends, they made me feel comfortable in college... They actually reshaped me to a more kind and more compassionate fellow being.
This is all about my school. Its where i started developing a man out of myself.... Life in MCC is what i call as my schooling. I developed a kind of passion towards everything that filled MCC. The daylight that falls, the dew that polish my shoes, the knee level grass, the group of pigeon playing around, the sound of nature.... what not? There was everything except for violence and chaos...
