WHERE DID THOSE KIDS GO AWAY I know I'm a good fella, but I can't recall too many good things I have done over the years. But that's because I chose to forget them...the good deeds. Helps one stay humble. But there's one good deed I look back and wonder how much better I used to be back then. Around 36 years back to be precise. Walking in the school corridor I saw a polio afflicted kid begin to descend the staircase. Twisting and turning his arms and feet around the metal contraptions designed to hold his knobbly and weak limbs. He had to get down just one floor this day too, just like I must have watched him do a hundred times before. This was the late eighties, long before it had become fashionable to have lifts and ramps for the differently abled...heck even the word was disabled for handicapped people. Today, I didn't even think for even a second. Went behind him, wrapped him in my strong adolescent grip and picked him up like a matchstick... Yes I was growing ...
The silence of the letters VERSION2: As a kid I remember a story (A table is a table) in my English Reader where out of sheer boredom, the main character decides to rename / jumble up all things around him. The books became chairs, the chairs became pillows, the table became something else and so on. That story never ceased to intrigue me over these years. Or inspire me. So, after nearly 37 years of racking my head trying to come up with my own idiosyncrasy, I've finally decided that I've had enough of the silly silent letters in my beloved queen's English. No more of laffing any longer. Henceforth, the u, g and h in laugh will all get their proper respect and pronunciation(s). I bet there are already plenty of people who are disgusted with the treatment meted out to the poor ‘t’ in ‘listen’. Or Mr ‘L’in ‘half’. Yeah….My apologies to those who have been momentarily discomfited by the appearance of a capital L in the midst of a sent...