suppandic parents like us…

Have you read the curtain raiser? If not, please do. Of course I am going to be endlessly judgmental about our Suppandis. And, how many times have I mistaken the Suppandis that I have met with, for normal, thinking adult humans…

Good judgment comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgment.
— (attributed to) Mark Twain

I really regret to inform you folks that only once in a while these days, I get to meet ‘interestingly’ weird fellow adults; and, only a very few of these interesting adults(!) are fellow parents, with their noble intentions (but warped perceptions). This is truly &  really sad, there had to be gazillion ways of infusing humour into our everyday lives & humdrum existence, but I have to dejectedly agree that – that’s the way life works. So, I make do with whatever the environment (or the universe) offers in terms of joy, the mirth, ah…

Unfortunately, most other parents are quite normal, genuine and gentle. When there is mutual respect, trust and understanding (not necessarily agreement) there is a scope for useful & productive dialogue – but (considering the previous paragraph) it is not belly-achingly laughable fun to interact with them. These dialogues are unabashedly useful and serious. Bleh!

So, in the grand tradition of the blog, this series of  posts is more about the few belly-achingly laughable folks -and not about the seriously good folks who are in a majority.

I would like to imagine that all these are fictional narratives and say that ‘any resemblance to living or dead or living-dead people is purely coincidental etc etc’ as a disclaimer, but considering the fact that I myself am a part of the interesting minority – unreasonable and curmudgeonly people in the community that is, even my weirdest imagination does not amount to much. The reality is so funny. Umm, NO, it is more of surreal reality than anything else.

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Like in any other institution, one has to deal with all kinds of these sort of ‘interesting’ people, while in the enervating business of getting involved in a boutique school – most of whom (I mean the ‘interesting’ people) do not bother to do any homework whatsoever, who talk a lot and whine much more, who have lots of ill-informed opinions, who do not have a healthy respect for any reasonable schemata, leave alone being accommodative of contrarian notions — the types I used to derogatorily (when am I ever going to grow up!) call halfbakery.com. (and yeah, anyway you know I am not that important to the school and so you can easily guess that I do not represent the majority / dominant views at nammashaale, just in case…)

Anyway, one way to release the enormous tensions created thusly (I mean, dealing with the ‘interesting folks’) is to objectively(!) view them with a sense of humour,  just to restore one’s own sanity and the basic faith in human sensibilities.

The gist of the encounters with some of these extraordinary people I got to meet with, would be narrated in the weblog in the form of a series of stories (many of them are parables, lifted left and right from all kinds of sources, which I hope to duly acknowledge)  and/or rather laboured contexts.

Again, coming to think of it, may be these stories are applicable to all of us in one way or the other and may be useful across contexts, say, in the game called life. At least, I found these parables to be very useful to understand, well… um, myself.

In the grand tradition of Tinkle Comics, the representative father in this series will be called Mr. Suppandi – the much maligned person, the butt of ridicule and a target of insipid jokes. Perhaps his wife would merely be Ms Suppandi.

So much for a rambling introduction…

(more later…)

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