Ek letter, ek letter …admi ko helpless kar de ta hai…
Shakespeare couldn’t agree more. So will William Wordsworth. As his name suggests words are very worthy.
Alphabets constitute logic, reason, contradiction, announcement and all others humanly practices. They are the building blocks of all our motions, communications and exercises. They form words and words form LIFE.
So it will be very true to say that our very existence depends on letters and the way we manipulate their uses.
Letters give us the power to communicate our deepest thoughts in the most powerful or powerless way (depending on its use), they also allow diplomats to shape world politics for better as well as for worst, they are used to ingrain the most noble or most evil thoughts into the absorptive mind of the youth, they can be used to persuade the world into following tolerance, nonviolence or can be used to spread hatred and cause havoc.
Such is the power of letters.
My institute has realized this a little to well and as constituted an ingenious way to display the power of letters.
Grade Point Analysis (G.P.A) is how I had a first hand realization of this solemn truth.
A single letter decides how good or bad I am, my existence as an engineer begins and ends there. That’s all that I am worth. So when I got a ‘D’ slapped across my face I realized how mortal I am.
“A ‘D’…how can this be? Is the alphabet D written like the way it is written in my GPA card? It can’t be?”
But it was. I had got a ‘D’ (read doom). May be I was being over speculative. Surely a single letter can’t define my existence? But for now it did.
One bloody letter was telling me, rather asserting the fact (it seemed like a fact) that all my dreams, hopes, ambitions were not nonexistent.
It was as if this letter constituted my greatest fears and apprehensions, which was all coming true now. I had never given the letter D much importance but now it had ascertained itself in a way that forced me to bow down and pay homage. Never had I conceded defeat to any mortal but now a letter had defeated me, comprehensibly.
Now I realize why alphabets are said to be the atoms of our existence.
My readers are free to conclude that this description is too melodramatic but it was what a felt once I saw that ‘D’, which further signifies the POWER OF LETTERS
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
IRONY----
Present day---
I am sitting in front of my television, but one thing is very wrong the remote is not in my hand. How can that be?
I am the youngest in my house...so quite simply I RULE…what I say goes, what I want happens and what I want the ‘idiot box’ to do it does.
All through out the week I have been excited. Many things were happening this week-Roger Federer tries to become immortal my becoming the king of Roland Garoos , Lewis Hamilton may finally proof youth and ruthless aggression triumphs over all, and most importantly “Beckham is back” and hopefully with a bang. Also I have my regular sitcoms and I think KJo has invited Shetty sisters this time (talk about souring temperatures) .
But what now…all seems like a mirage because “the remote is not in my hand.” Now the reason for this truly unlikely occurrence is that there is someone younger than me in the house now. He know controls destiny.
Although I tried to persuade then intimidate him, he dodged all my attacks using his ‘magical shield’. Each time I attack he counter attacks “BADIMOM, look what bhaiya is doing”. My mom arrives at the scene of crime and I am reminded my age (literally).
So cornered I surrender to the watching habits of my kid cousin. So first it’s the oldest crew member “CARTOON NETWORK”. It starts with Power puff girls (and he calls himself a boy…errr), cant believe this my interesting some day...How LAME, but it gets worst Swami, Birbal maharaji and it went on….whatever happened to Tom and Jerry or Tintin. Please I can’t take it any more changed the channel, which he did but soon I wished he hadn’t. Now it was Disney channel--cartoons I had never heard of and all of them where in Hindi-God save me. But them the straw that broke the camel’s (read BIDU’s) back, some channel called POGO which will double as a torture chamber. Seeing adults dress up in monkey suits making faces, cracking the worst jokes, asking their foolish and childish (again literally) viewers to imitate and repeat their words seemed too much to handle.
It was as if we were reliving the Stone Age, all our achievements seemed immaterial, every thing was either green or pink with spots, a meaningless smile and every one hopped, skipped for reasons unknown.That was it, my mind was slipping away.
I had no option but to run, which I did.I ran out of the room with my ears blocked using my palms and then it struck me…the IRONY.FLASHBACK …10 years ago
I am sitting in front of my television, but one thing is very wrong the remote is not in my hand. How can that be?
I am the youngest in my house...so quite simply I RULE…what I say goes, what I want happens and what I want the ‘idiot box’ to do it does.
All through out the week I have been excited. Many things were happening this week-Roger Federer tries to become immortal my becoming the king of Roland Garoos , Lewis Hamilton may finally proof youth and ruthless aggression triumphs over all, and most importantly “Beckham is back” and hopefully with a bang. Also I have my regular sitcoms and I think KJo has invited Shetty sisters this time (talk about souring temperatures) .
But what now…all seems like a mirage because “the remote is not in my hand.” Now the reason for this truly unlikely occurrence is that there is someone younger than me in the house now. He know controls destiny.
Although I tried to persuade then intimidate him, he dodged all my attacks using his ‘magical shield’. Each time I attack he counter attacks “BADIMOM, look what bhaiya is doing”. My mom arrives at the scene of crime and I am reminded my age (literally).
So cornered I surrender to the watching habits of my kid cousin. So first it’s the oldest crew member “CARTOON NETWORK”. It starts with Power puff girls (and he calls himself a boy…errr), cant believe this my interesting some day...How LAME, but it gets worst Swami, Birbal maharaji and it went on….whatever happened to Tom and Jerry or Tintin. Please I can’t take it any more changed the channel, which he did but soon I wished he hadn’t. Now it was Disney channel--cartoons I had never heard of and all of them where in Hindi-God save me. But them the straw that broke the camel’s (read BIDU’s) back, some channel called POGO which will double as a torture chamber. Seeing adults dress up in monkey suits making faces, cracking the worst jokes, asking their foolish and childish (again literally) viewers to imitate and repeat their words seemed too much to handle.
It was as if we were reliving the Stone Age, all our achievements seemed immaterial, every thing was either green or pink with spots, a meaningless smile and every one hopped, skipped for reasons unknown.That was it, my mind was slipping away.
I had no option but to run, which I did.I ran out of the room with my ears blocked using my palms and then it struck me…the IRONY.FLASHBACK …10 years ago
IRONY---II
10 years ago---
Things were going my way. The remote was with me and I was watching my favorite show in the entire world—‘Dexter’s laboratory’. What a show I said to myself, an act of genius.In walks my elder brother (just two years elder to me but much more mature). “hey ashes is going on,let me watch it.”“Are you crazy?” I promptly replied. “How can you even compare Dexter’s Laboratory to your stupid Ashes? Its Test cricket the boring form of them all and It doesn’t even involve India.” My patient brother tried to make reason but at last I got to him and he tried snatching my prized possession. He attacked I counter attacked with my ‘Brahma ashtra’—my MOM, “Mom look what Bhai is trying to do”. “Let your brother watch his cartoon, he is a kid after all” said my savior.
Helpless my brother abided and decided to taste my flavors. Soon I saw him running out of the room in despair. I said to myself “He is missing out on the finest form of entertainment”. I could not care less and carried on with my endeavor to gain ultimate wisdom.
So there you have it, I am suffering today the same fate I once handed out not so long ago. Come to think of, it isn’t suffering of any sort. It’s the way of life. Life always makes a full circle. What goes around comes around.We are all so distinct yet we are go through the same circle of life…thats an IRONY… THE IRONY OF LIFE.
Things were going my way. The remote was with me and I was watching my favorite show in the entire world—‘Dexter’s laboratory’. What a show I said to myself, an act of genius.In walks my elder brother (just two years elder to me but much more mature). “hey ashes is going on,let me watch it.”“Are you crazy?” I promptly replied. “How can you even compare Dexter’s Laboratory to your stupid Ashes? Its Test cricket the boring form of them all and It doesn’t even involve India.” My patient brother tried to make reason but at last I got to him and he tried snatching my prized possession. He attacked I counter attacked with my ‘Brahma ashtra’—my MOM, “Mom look what Bhai is trying to do”. “Let your brother watch his cartoon, he is a kid after all” said my savior.
Helpless my brother abided and decided to taste my flavors. Soon I saw him running out of the room in despair. I said to myself “He is missing out on the finest form of entertainment”. I could not care less and carried on with my endeavor to gain ultimate wisdom.
So there you have it, I am suffering today the same fate I once handed out not so long ago. Come to think of, it isn’t suffering of any sort. It’s the way of life. Life always makes a full circle. What goes around comes around.We are all so distinct yet we are go through the same circle of life…thats an IRONY… THE IRONY OF LIFE.
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