This blog, all the posts, and everything is all about accepting who I am maybe in doing so inspiring a couple of people to do the same.
Or at least make ’em realize that the whole ‘victim’ image was a perfect cover for being bullies but they missed their chance and now it’s too late!
The reason I am even able to try this is that I had a normal childhood.
If you have a shame and it occupies your mind for more than 5% of the time then you are fucked.
Your childhood is fucked!
And by the time you’re 20, you will be damaged goods.
Which means perfect candidate to join the heavy metal band.
But if you also hate heavy metal, I have only one piece of advice
Don’t spend that much time in the ‘land of shame’
I don’t know. I am no fuckin life Coach.
But… what I did was the ‘normal’ shit.
- Break school property from time to time
- Smuggle bottles of coke, pouches of bhel-poori, and amul-kool into the hostel,
- Never reach for breakfast on the time
- And hence always miss the first period (happily of course)
- Bully people
- Be caught with porn cassettes in my hostel trunk (I know right, I grew up in the Pre-Jio days)
- Get angered by the teachers’ hypocrisy and go on to search their bags instead
by the way I did find a mastram book in one of the bugger’s bags and replied with the lamest “we are adults excuse”,
- ‘Ruin the family name’ by getting caught with ‘cheat’ papers in the exam hall. I didn’t actually need ’em.
- Or in one instance an entire book ripped and stapled together to make the perfect cheat,
which I didn’t actually need to even look at.
I had created that ‘cheat book‘ just out of spite because I was giving my third paper of the day before I could leave the hostel and go home to infect my parents with chickenpox instead of everyone at the hostel.
Maybe these are excuses. And I was just a dumb fuck who needed cheat papers for every exam.
Doesn’t matter, because I was smart enough to be caught only sometimes
Besides, being able to swallow a textbook and vomit it onto an exam sheet is so fucking pointless.
A much more interesting memory is how I turned in the entire book into a cheat paper and took it into an exam hall.
With some help
Also topped my class three times in a row
The secret was that had at least six people in the class.
The others even bigger dumb fucks who btw are to this day great & extremely verbally abusive friends.
I got 100 out of 100 in mathematics twice in grade school before going on to fail four semesters in a row in College.
Technically only three coz I managed to beg out of the fourth – Written exam 17/80, TA – 18/20 – Total 35, hence passed!
I made perfect use of the college internet
Downloading porn and web development torrents in equal parts
And then I started reading books, books that changed the trajectory of my life
from a terrible civil engineer to be to a failed entrepreneur.
So what’s the point of this long stroll down my personal memory lane?
Yes, there were no recounts of a cricket ball hitting my nuts but I was fairly busy doing the other normal stuff that didn’t involve the legs so much.
An added benefit – perfectly fine and shapely nuts (so far)
Now stop imagining! Unless you are a pretty lady, in that case you’re welcome to…
And all this happened only because there wasn’t a bee up there humming ‘I am not sufficient’ all the fucking time.
Sometimes? Sometimes is fine…
To conclude – Be at least mentally normal.
Growing up with CP wasn’t a psychological battle for me, and that’s the point.
A physical limitation doesn’t have to be a psychological battle.
Btw I still think that some of the teachers were angels sent by God, and others deserve to burn in hell!
But the oil shouldn’t be hotter than 80°C coz I am kind
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