Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
My take on different 'Perceptions'
As a child my world was a booming, buzzing confusion like everyone else's. I had a queer sense of vindicating things. My sense- perception was motored by equally strange ideas. I used to think that everybody, a homogeneous chum irrespective of demographic differentiations, possessed similar take on the nuances of life. Like if one presumed apples to be oranges, the other has to share in the same peception. So my monolithic conception made me paint the world in stark white. To me what was sensible to blurt out before my family, was also worthwhile for others to know.So i endlessly scandalized the senses of the outsiders, thinking that was the smartest thing to do.
We had a neighbour who was preety rotund- just like a round mass of wobbling jelly. And she was really a crackhead and every other day she committed something to prove her loony idiosyncracies. So the tiny boppers of our locality called her 'pagli jethima'(mad aunty). She had of course, her share of coloured and fabricated notions about herself, her perceptions. One of the strongly held conviction was, that she could do better jigs than Madhuri (whom she called Modhuri) and severly framed her with allegations of plagiarism (illegally imitating jethima's style and passing it off as hers own).
Once the maid broached the topic to mum as a part of her daily dose of stories to poke fun and humour mum with her lively histrionics as she faithfully imitated jethima's voice inflexions and ingenious style. I somehow, got to pass by the place of high drama and absorbed whole of the episode as thoroughly as possible, without missing a single part of it. Mum created a blunder inadvertently by saying out loud, that if she( our pagli jethima) pranced on the stage showing off her infamous 'jhatkas', the stage would collapse. My innocent brain thought it was something that jethima should know lest she damaged the stage on which we were supposed to perform during functions.
My mum had the least idea, that i would be so much bothered with it so as to cram the 'essential information' into my head and come out with it straightly. When the next day i caught a glimpse of jethima, i yelled at the top pitch," Jethima, Jethima, you should not dance in our programme beacuse Mum told that our stage would crumble down". Such was the magnitude of my fear of a possible disaster that could spoil our programme, and such was the indisputable faith in mum's predictions that i candidly told what i felt was crucial for her to know. And there she was as enraged as a bull. She abused my mum vilely and condemned me, taking my complaint as an insult to her "curvy figure". (i really wish now that she had at least a curve!)
So that was the outcome of my perception that clashed with my mum's and triggered off fire because somebody else's was made to grovel in lowly dust. I got a clue at a tender age how unnerving and harrassing perceptions can be and to what extent because till now, our 'pagli jethima' rants and rails at my mum.
2 Comments:
Why do you wish your pagli jethima had a curve???
If I were you, I would say she did, except that the concave turned convex!
Silly kid. My parents were afraid to talk in front of me because they never knew when I'd bring it up!
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