X is the most versatile and
hence a very precious entity in mathematics. Whenever there is an unknown
quantity whose value has to be discovered, the mathematician begins with: Let
the unknown quantity be x.
This A2Z series presented a few
personalities who played certain prominent roles in my life. They are not the
only ones who touched my life, however. There are so many others, especially
relatives, who left indelible marks on my psyche in many ways. I chose not to
bring relatives into this series. Dealing with relatives is one of the most
difficult jobs for me. I have failed in that task time and again. Miserably
sometimes.
When I think of relatives, O V
Vijayan’s parable leaps to my mind. Father and little son are on a walk. “Be
careful lest you fall,” father warns the boy. “What will happen if I fall?” The
boy asks. The father’s answer is: “Relatives will laugh.” One of the harsh
truths I have noticed as a teacher is that it is nearly impossible to teach
your relatives – nephews and nieces. It is also equally impossible to be
friends with relatives. Relatives have a third eye that sees what others don’t.
That’s why.
There are numerous others who meant
much to me but were left out of this series because they may not be of any
particular interest to readers. Like the math teacher at Sawan who was
appointed there along with me on the same day, same year. Our friendship gelled
merely because of that fact. He was a good friend for me while most people on
the campus regarded him as some kind of a weirdo which he was too. One of the
top administrators once warned me too. “Don’t think he’s innocent, Mr
Matheikal. He’s extremely shrewd and knows how to play his cards dexterously.”
I agreed instantly because that was the truth. But my point was that he
deserved to be treated with equity like the others on the campus. The
administrator agreed. Ideally yes, he said. But in practice, not possible,
because the man himself jettisons the possibilities of his own respectability.
He was a loyal friend of mine all the
years we were together at Sawan. He was the first to warn me against Anand. “He will betray you for
some small personal benefit,” he said. How right was he! He was perceptive and
sagacious. Yet he was a failure most of the time. He didn’t shine as a teacher
or as a human being on the campus. The administrator was bang on: the man
jettisons the possibility of his own progress.
The essential human vulnerability is
what I witnessed in that man for years. His entire life was a Kafkaesque struggle
against some inscrutable forces. A lot of us do struggle with similar forces. I
did for a long period of my life. But I knew, like most others, how to present
the ruins of my life as a new castle and get on as regally as I could. My
friend in the math department tried too. But success evaded him like in an
ancient Greek tragedy.
My heart melted for him because he was a living reminder of my Shillong days when destiny kept me like a clown in a bizarre restaurant where menacing waiters brought dishes I never asked for and could never eat. I once asked this math friend why he didn’t leave Sawan and find another place. I was thinking of how I left Shillong and found an infinitely better life. His answer was a mysterious chuckle.
A lot of chuckles and sobs passed by my life. Successful
people. Failures. Helpless ones. Clowns. And a few geniuses too. All sorts of
people. Many have left their marks on my being. Some happy memories. Some not
so happy. Quite a few scars too. I’m sure I did similar things to others.
This is how human life is: etching
scars all too often. Mystics like Jalaluddin Rumi can sing: The wound is the
place where the light enters you. But light fights shy of some wounds.
I met another X a couple of months back.
Someone whom I had not had any contact with for over 30 years. I was attending
the wedding reception of a friend’s daughter. This X came near me and said,
“Tomichan?” I nodded my head. “I was watching you from there. You have changed much
by appearance. But your gestures assured me that it’s you.”
Not a very flattering remark that
was. I had consoled myself with the delusion that my gestures had matured a lot
from those days in Shillong where X was my colleague in the school. He blasted that delusion
in a moment. But he didn’t mean anything more than how he succeeded in
identifying me. I wouldn’t have identified him at all. He had no gestures at
all – neither back in the old days nor now. He was one of the calmest persons I
ever knew in my life.
The surprise came a little later,
however. When the reception was over, I offered to drop X at the main bus stand
which was on my way home. He accepted the offer happily. He nodded assent also
to my invitation to share a drink with me when we reached the town. After a sip
or two of the brandy, he told me how he had broken down many years ago and had
to undergo psychiatric treatment in a Bangalore hospital. He had been on
medication for depression for a long time. Even now, he said.
Yet another broken man who had looked
so serene to me until I chose to sit with him and share a drink in an empty bar.
He had had a long struggle with the ruins of his life. He didn’t manage to
present those ruins as a castle and sit like a king in it. As I did pretty
well.
Yet another X. He was a driver in Sawan school, Delhi. He appointed himself as
my Guru one day. It was one day after I gave vent to all my frustrated feelings
against Sanjay. Maggie and I were
walking as usual on the playgrounds in the evening. This X foisted himself on
us.
“Anger is the worst evil one can
possess,” he started a sermon. I tolerated him assuming that he would leave us
soon taking my silence as an expression of my dislike of what he was doing. On
the contrary, he interpreted my silence as my willingness to listen to his
counsels. He gave me a long lecture on anger.
I suppressed my urge to tell him,
again and again, that anger was necessary. If you could get angry once in a
while and express your indignation frankly against the oppressions and
injustices being offloaded on us by some external agency, we could have saved
the school. The world would have been a much better place with a little more
indignation of the right kind. The serenity you preach is only a façade for
your cowardice. For your inability to stand by the truth. Your patience is just
another version of expediency.
I didn’t tell him any of that,
however. I didn’t know enough Hindi for expressing all that. When the man came
the next evening to join Maggie and me on our evening walk, I asked him to
leave me alone. He was hurt. He thought of me as an irredeemable subversive.
Years later, when I created a
Facebook profile, this self-appointed Guru of mine was one of the first to
extend a friend request. I declined the offer. Gurus must have spines first of
all. Preaching can be done by anyone. Having solid convictions is the first
touchstone of a Guru. The ability to touch the heart is the next essential
quality.
While I was working in Sawan I
joined an off-campus postgraduate course in psychology conducted by the Indira
Gandhi National Open University [IGNOU]. The first year went quite well. In the
second year, I dared to point out some of the glaring monstrosities practised
by the professors who prepared the study materials of the course. The lessons
were plagiarised verbatim from certain websites and sometimes had little to do
with the actual topic! For example, the entire ethical code for psychological
counsellors, in the IGNOU notes, is copied from the professional ethics of a
construction company given in their website! I wrote a blog post on this and other related
issues. The result was that I became a bête noire of the university. Too many X-es
there, both professors and students, stopped looking at me.
I can write about a thousand X-es.
They are all interesting individuals in their own right. Some have stories of
brokenness in them and a few are frauds wearing masks of sophistication. Some
are like Thomas Gray’s flowers, born to blush unseen and
waste their sweetness on a desert. Some are Cinderellas waiting for their time.
And then there are those who post their pictures on Instagram again and again and
want our applause each time. Amidst all that exhilarating variety is someone
who insists that all the 1.4 billion Indians should be united by a oneness that
he loves. And that last one isn’t just an X for sure.
PS. I'm participating in #BlogchatterA2Z
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But those people helped make you who you are today. Not all lessons are taught by people who we like. Not all lessons are kind and pleasant ones.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt. I'm not judging anyone. It's just that I won't ever be able to like certain characters. But the lessons they taught are welcome and I'm open to reality.
DeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteX is a strong variable without which many formulae could not work... albeit it requires elimination and/or substitution for us to complete the summation. YAM xx
And that's right too... In the end, if you need the right solution you need to do a lot of elimination and substitution... You know this A2Z was a kind of elimination and substitution for me.
DeleteInteresting. Your Guru attempted to be an external examiner to verify if you really clear your anger test. He is an expert to make anyone angry with his lessons on anger!
ReplyDeleteSmall brain. No use except for religious cults.
DeleteThe "X" Guru who wanted to preach you about anger, is the funniest of the lot ( have to say funny, because if we don't laugh then the only option left is to cry). We see so many "X"ers like that
ReplyDeleteYes, too many of them. They like to think they are better than us when they can counsel us thus.
DeleteSir all I can say you are a brave man and very few are their like you who dont feel scared of calling a spade a spade. Your this nature matches with me and just like you Too many X-es there stopped looking and talking to me. But all I can say as a fellow blogger I am happy to know you.
ReplyDeleteGlad to meet another person of my nature... Troubles and tribulations are our best friends.
DeleteA interesting post.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteWe all are also made by our experiences, the influence of people with whom we interact. Everyone plays their part in shaping us.
ReplyDeleteYes, everyone who shares our space leaves something there.
Delete"how to present the ruins of my life as a new castle and get on as regally as I could."
ReplyDeleteI'm sort of blown away by this. There are too many such things in the post that are stunning me in their realizations. I'll just end with how in awe I am of your eloquence in putting it all forward ~
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DeleteGreat post. Had a good time reading it. It is an inevitable fact that these X-es let us taste the reality of life without which life would be incomplete. Our mindset decides the rest. 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, without these X-es life would be utterly unbearable.
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