24 Hours vs 24 Years

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What I am facing for the past few days....awful.

By the age of eight, I was sure that I had a sharp mind, photographic memory, strong intuition and ability to turn the impossible into possible.  So confident.  Full of attitude, I could not stop myself from believing that I am the best.  As a friend, a colleague, a partner and even as an enemy, no one can be better than me.  The ability to commit a 100% in whatever role.  Nothing came across my path that made me doubt any of my innate.  So proud of my intellect, I knew I can share my knowledge with anyone and enlighten them, help them in their desire to grow.

This is me.  Ragni Mudaliar.  After twenty four years, I finally had the symptoms of love.  Used to laugh at the idea of love as I thought love is for ‘dumb’ people who do as per their heart because they don’t have brains; no choice.  But I had a brain, so what happened.  How come I am in love?  Today is 29th November, 2014 9am and I feel that I have all that is needed to know if a person is in love.  Let me tell you today’s events.  I couldn’t remember where I put my glasses, I don’t enjoy my favourite drink, favourite food, favourite television show, lack of concentration, remain in own thoughts, alone even in crowd, unable to register what people are talking about, can’t sleep, smile at own thoughts, can’t function, basically brain has given up and heart has taken over.  Most of the time my heart beats at almost ninety-five beats per minute so it isn’t beating, it’s racing.  This is love.  I am in love.  Wow, what a feeling!

For the past 24 months, I am living on a handful of land amongst inhabitants whom I hadn’t met previously in my life.  The speciality of these residents is that all of them have hearts however none of them have brains.  Naturally being part of such a crowd, I will contract the contagious disease of love; how could I remain immune?  At 2pm today, I felt proud, arrogant, on top of the world because I have an intelligent brain and I am also in love.  These two can never exist simultaneously. The great Ragni Mudaliar can have her heart and brain operate in sync, she can differentiate between love and sense.  I was in control.I am perfect!

Feeling excited, at 3pm I logged on the internet to share the great news with my well-wishers, a pop up appeared.  It read ‘Are you depressed, click to know the symptoms’.  Without thinking, I clicked on the dialogue box.  While the page was loading, I had that cheerful smile, feeling the moment which was about to end...now.  I got a shock, the smile vanished when I read the list on the screen…AND my mother’s words hit me. I am not exaggerating but this moment I knew what it would feel like if Thor’s hammer landed on my head.

My mum used to stop me from hanging out with children with average and below intellect when I was in school.  As always I wouldn’t listen.  Her theory was that the chances of them becoming smart is zero however me becoming dumb is a 100%.  She wasn’t educated but was teaching me demand and supply in her own style. In my case as the number of dumb people around me increases, my intellect decreases.  I have been and am surrounded with 33 of them 24X7 and now at 3.30pm, I do not feel anywhere like I felt 24 years ago. 

Right now I would really like to correct the person who said “Share your knowledge.  It is a way to achieve immortality.”  He is right however he didn’t complete the statement.  It should have read, “Share knowledge, live forever. CONDITIONS APPLY.”  The only place I see myself forever residing after getting my knowledge wiped out is in a ……………………..What a feeling!

"A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?" - Albert Einstein

 

Author’s note:  If you don’t understand my story, it’s good as it simply confirms that you have a sound mind.


Submitted: November 29, 2014

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