Some say, “You are different”.
Some say, “You are abnormal”.
Some say, “You are chaotic”.
Very few say, “You are nothing”… and I prefer that.
What do they really mean by the adjectives, different, abnormal, chaotic???
Does anybody really know how does it feel to be one of those??
Phase I : Being Different
Yeah, as a child I did few weird things.
When everyone used their notebooks from front page, I tried using them from the last page.
Yeah, I had some strange symbols in the place where my name should be.
Yeah, I spoke to walls… I preferred them than those people around me.
Well I found it funny by the time, but my teachers didn’t. They found it crazy.
Yes, in my every notebook I had a set of pages simply filled with question marks and those favorite strange symbols.
Though I was the youngest in my class, I was excessively built and had moustache and beard stumps in my fifth / sixth standard itself; they found it different again.
All those teachers of mine, wanted me to sit in the last bench far far away from them all. Except for a few who knew what I was then. I had this situation of changing my seat every hour based on the teacher yet to come to class. I had a different time table for my seating arrangement.
I was hardly speaking till I was eighth standard.
My parents found it different and they initially started asking me to talk what’s there in my mind. They also meant that they were ready to listen. But had I anything to speak??.
Days went on, and they started worrying about me and pleaded me to talk out. And in a couple of days, they found it very strange and frustrating which resulted in I getting beaten off for not talking.
A fine night I decided, I will talk henceforth. But I had no subject to talk of, so I had the stress of creating events or things so that I can talk of them. Later I found my tongue immediately delivered whatever I was thinking in my mind, even before I could finish thinking about it. My parents turned happy that at last I am talking.. but I felt it bad, speaking something meaningless always just like the way am writing this post now..
Yes, everyone laughed when I induced that friend of mine to ask a doubt in that specific chapter in biology which every teacher deliberately skipped all those years. But I didn’t know, that it was so embarrassing to question / answer that topic.
Well they all said, “You are different”.
(…to be continued with Phase II : Being Abnormal…)