Tuesday, March 22, 2011

My low AQ ( awareness quotient) and normal things outside the virtual world

Nothing much has been happening, except the normal...

And I was watching people gulp in the news about the tusmani near Japan. Hardly anyone seemed moved. I realized that if you are not moved, nothing has moved. Not even if the Earth moves...

And therefore everything is normal all around I see. Things have been mostly cyclic in the manner they normally are; with slight variations of course, even if they be only in the underlying processes bearing similar consequences. Yet nevertheless they are the same normal days that have always been.

If I were a true artist, I may have written a Joycean seven hundred pages about a single day , devoting a whole chapter to the art of defecating. But I am not an artist I realize. I could be termed a critic or a reporter, or even a preacher for that matter. But artist I'm not.... Artists have to swim upstream and perish in the process. The seed has to perish in the earth before the sapling breaks out from the surface and begin to flower and bear fruit...

...see? I told you. I could preach as normally as I would answer the call of Nature.

So where was this going?...yes, 'Normal ' aspects of life and living.

There is one fact I (never) learn day after day after months after years. That from Indian perspective if  you are soft spoken , stoop low, don't speak much , acquiesce easily let others (read elders) make decisions about what you are supposed to do and not do and blend with the wall , you are a Moral person.  A slight deviation from those norms , and it won't be long before you become the pariah , the underdog ready to be guillotined at the crossroads .

Speaking of crossroads, the lady servant's husband has been creating a fair amount of ruckus in our servant quarter, shouting hoarse that he will drag his wife to the center of the 'choraha' ( crossroads) and utter the Triple Talaq ( verbal divorce) to her  in the 'bharai mehifil' ( full viewership) of the passersby. The reason is simply because she should not have gone to visit her sister's house, when she had gone a-visiting her maternal home in order to get her twice married and divorced son married the third time to her brother's daughter. The marriage commenced successfully, but the fact that (mother) wife went to visit her sister's house without informing the( father) husband here does not sit well with him.

Prosecution: 'not having taken his permission' means that she might be looking for having an affair with the sister's husband. I would count the incident as 'Normal' since ( like I said in my last post regarding the 'Servant Marriage' ; it normally has to end in a furor.

...speaking of furore , there was this sudden commotion around the locality , that a 'jawan ladki' ( teenage girl) had tried to commit suicide by having consumed  the termite killer  ; the reason being that her mother always spoke to her using abusive language. So acrid and vitriolic was her 'normal' speech with the girl  ( for example , if the girl expressed her desire to buy a pair of jeans ( read 'western' gear) she would say " why do you need jeans, you want to sit in a brothel ?" or if she saw her cross a male even as close as two feet by, she would say " Why just so close, why not under him?") that the girl saw no other way to 'save' herself from her Daayan Maa (demon mom) than by glug-glugging a whole bottle-full of the pesticide. After five days into the incident, she is still on the ventilator , whilst her grandmother sits at home and calls up periodically and asks " Is she dead yet or not?" The mother is sitting quite chewing on her tobacco and lime and I here I am wondering if this particular victual of her's has anything to do with her speech . After all ,they say that we are what we eat.

I would categorize that as normal , from the point of view of the 'enormity' of the process : while this girl was getting her stomach wash at the Emergency , five other similar cases were having their stomachs washed too.

And did I ever tell you how my right hand next door neighbor succeeded in beat- driving out the third wife out of his house only to get a fourth no sooner than the deed was done; whilst my across the road veterinary doctor neighbor successfully injected his wife to death with rabid dog killing poison for the sake of a heavy insurance policy ...

Yawn.

This normalcy is beginning to get boring now...

10 comments :

Lightning Bug's Butt said...

Crazy culture, Monita!

Do you read James Joyce. I read a short story of his called, "Araby." I thought it sucked.

Mona said...

I am reading Ulysses these days LBB, and the genius of his does suck indeed!

Brian Miller said...

yep sounds pretty normal here as well...well gramma has a cup she spits in, not on the ground...and its usually guiliotining in the home...we are not a very public society with stuff like that...dont want to cause a ascene you know...might not be able to smile in church if everyone knew...

Mona said...

Brain, Whew! its comforting to know that we are not alone!

ivan said...

People might say to me, "You are s sick man, Charlie Brown--and indeed I am today. It must be affecting my moods...Even unto lierary blasphemy.

Much as I love Molly Bloom's solilique in Ulysses, I get a laugh out of anyone who claims he/she has read Finnegan's Wake.
The book is impossible to read-- maybe like our own "The English Patient", by Michael Ondaatje here in Canada.
I don't care how many awards, Academy or otherwise... It is my opinion that both Finnegan's Wake and The English Patient (even if I compare apples and oranges)-- suck a hotchee.

As for parts of India--Egad, I thought people from my own original neck of the woods (Chernobyl area) were f*cked!

the walking man said...

Same shit, different day.

Shubhajit said...

Oh!

I think nothing is normal..the very strive for normal is being abnormal. Life is all about crest and trough and the sameness is destruction. When we attain sameness, we destruct.

I like the humorous piece..good that you are not like James Joyce and we don't have to read the different ornamental ways of ....

Mona said...

Ivan, Finnegan Wakes is , I guess where Joyce went a bit too far in his attempt at 'gaining immortality' by 'baffling the professors'. It is a new language, which only he invented and perhaps also the only one who understands. I often wonder how he got a publisher for that one...unless it was a case of the Emperor's new clothes once again.

As far as writers like Umberto Eco , Joyce and Ondaatje are concerned, whether they be apples, oranges or mangoes, they are what I call a 'democratic means to de- democratize' : they write books which are only by the erudite, of the erudite and for the erudite.Frankly,
if it were not required for my studies purpose, i might never read Ulysses either.

Mark, I know.

Shubhajit, You sound like...like...well...an Indian.
:D

Peter said...

I hope that something exiting will happen soon! (If possible positively exiting!) :-)

lime said...

it just makes the head spin to consider the normalcy of it all. such sadness.