Dyslexia of Line
Finishing with zero our teacher
told us let’s begin with line. From definition to its value that is from
beginning of the queue of theories and theorems. While sitting in the class my
thought started wondering to the day I took my first step in the definition of
the line of education. My drawing of the
line of misery had begun from that very day.
No sooner the lesson one of the
lines had just begun and butterflies in my stomach started to flutter. Mind
started going numb, anxiety over powering the mind, my teacher’s voice trailing
far behind my knowledge of understandability. Suddenly, a question was thrown
upon me. It was a ball smashing my head very hard. I look dumbfounded at my
teacher’s face. All the other children laughing like watching a cartoon show.
My sensitive nature could not be hidden and humiliation was written large on my
face. My teacher’s anger knew no boundaries and started hitting scores of foul
words till her energy level lowered to the lowest point of her temper, still
not satisfied I was thrown out of her maths class and that was the beginning of
my dyslexia towards numbers and lines and all the other related to mathematics.
When I reached home I was asked by my father,
a next tormentor in line, addition of fuel to the fire on line about the
happenings of the classroom. I told him everything except my maths class
punishment. Later on, I was told to take out my maths book so the tragedy which
I thought has ended was my false belief and was the resumption of another line
of woes. My father being short tempered could not handle my dyslexia in
mathematics. He - a beginning of nonstop torturous flooding me with line of
questions and then starts the flow of tears from my eyes. My mother tried to
interrupt but was reprimanded and was asked to stay away. Anyhow I finish my
line of visiting the temples of knowledge as an average student in maths.
Reading my article on zero my
father called me to ask for how long will I be stuck on zero? Why can’t I catch
the other writers and write something intellectual rather than writing for
every tom, dick and harry. According to him my writing acquires no class and is
not meant to win a best seller award. He wanted me to write for literates so
that he can thump his chest with superficial pride.
My lesson on the importance of lines had begun
with How’s and why’s about straight line more the line is perfect more
intelligent he is considered to be so the first lesson of line is line of
perfection. This theory of straight line took my flight of imagination in the
time and direction of that particular intelligent man who have constructed the
most perfect line on this earth. My thoughts were yelling at the man, who came
out with the theory of the most perfect line. For me a line of my close
associates is the most imperfect line formed by default who reprimanded me for
my dyslexia of line. They feel whenever I go at a place where there has to be a
line drawn I for one will soon be ready to jump out of the line impulsively to
reach the starting point of the line taking pride in achieving the target of
line.
In India, lines are very long
and frequently drawn unconcern and unaware of the thickness, singles or doubles
as our number and density of population is increasing four times in comparison
to other countries. It is rightly said
Indians are expert in making and breaking number of lines and practiced hard
enough to win a medal in the sport of breaking and making many lines in the
world. Whenever you find a broken line it is understood it must be an Indian
especially like me very poor in understanding and drawing a definition of straight
line. For me drawing a line is very time consuming and boring but I am happy
that I am not the only one who is unhappy with the definition of the line.
Without any arguments it can be seen in India where people are use to jumping
out of the line breaking the rule of the line of perfection so I am happy that
I am not alone who is suffering from the new found name of the disease
according to the scientists called dyslexia.
How can I forget my line of woes which is
still in continuation with the present tense situation where only the relations
of tormentor have changed? According to my new tormentor – my husband, I am worst
in making line and best in missing or jumping out of the line especially in the
situation where I have to make a line to buy a movie ticket. Looking and
understanding the line over there I can see myself standing on the end point of
the line because we as usual are every time late and last in purchasing a
ticket. Our decision of watching a movie is celebrated with immense joy when I
achieve a target of our goal of purchasing a movie ticket that too by breaking
a huge time-consuming line henceforth, stressing me to draw another new line of
argument with my husband.
Another tormenting line begins in the wash
room during interval; while in the washroom having many end points with not a
single accurate line followed. Here are the lines drawn in the most haphazard
ways if resulted will lead to very poor ranking. When the line drawn in washroom
is over then starts the line at the end of the movie evidently when people are
ready to leave. As soon as ‘the end’ of the movie is displayed on the screen
the starting point of the line begins. There are not one or two but many lines
from not just one single point but many different points forming a square, a
rectangle and lines taking myriad shapes. After struggling out of the line I can
still sense the lines of frowns and anger on my husband’s face and feel the
line of contentment in my heart as I have been successful in achieving a line
of facts which I wouldn’t had achieved studying the definition of drawing a
straight and perfect lines through my academic years.
