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January 11, 2010

Brat With A Bang!!!



Former post on Brat surprised you all and your responses surprised me. So, I thought about giving you some recent updates.

And it starts like this;
I’m a member of a club which conducts weekly meeting where we discuss and attempt questions on current affairs, latest technology, and fair deal of History and Geography. This time the topic which was given, I was little uncertain and perturbed regarding my preparation. The coordinator therefore advised me to seek Brat’s help on the matter.

Now, this was simple I thought as Brat came to my rescue every time. I always had pretty laid back, informal, over a cup of tea chit-chats with him about the most cognitive issues. But due to time constraints, asking him to give me a talk like some prof so that I could give a good write up the next day was an issue for me. Anyhow, I picked up notepad and a pencil as I was going to face Prof. Brat and asked him, “Tell me about Nationalism.”

And yes Brat talked and talked, gave an extraordinary piece of information about all the historians, their books, its contents, his own books and their contents BUT no word came about the term “nationalism”. I then realized we had left nationalism ages ago and had moved onto lighter topics like “Who cooks better in the family?” Definitely my answer pleased Brat. One can’t blame me for that, I have a test tomorrow, you see.

Anxiously I decided to do some googling on my previous query and moved on.

“Non-cooperation” was next in the queue. I expected ideology, aim and objectives for this. And once again, Brat in full swing was all set to provide some empirical results. Enlightening experience, I was actually realizing what non-cooperation was all about!

It was no good learning in this classroom style with him. My disgust was mounting. Therefore, decided to call it quits.

Also, I had to study. Isn’t it? So, I tried Gandhian ways to seek freedom from him or else he wouldn’t let me study. And being a true Gandhian by heart, I didn’t show any trace of disgust or say anything but just spread the books all over the bed and sat on my chair. Finding no space to sit Brat had to leave.

Finally I clinched Victory.

And then I sat studying just to find that the reference material I needed was in Brat’s study. Now if go there, I would be caught again and be further delayed. Still gathered some courage, tip-toed into his room and found the book there on the table. I thought of picking it up and immediately walking out of the room. Just as I did and turned back, Brat called me. I responded submissively and pleaded to wind it up soon or morrow would be a total fiasco.

He asked me to shut up and sit. And surprisingly, I followed. It was reluctant gesture going by the kinesics.

He then talked for some fifteen minutes. Initially the clock grabbed most of my attention but as he advanced it made sense to me, I asked my queries, counter questioned and all became crystal clear.

After that he fiercely asked me to disappear as soon as possible as he had some work.

Never mind, I have got used to such treatment:
Shut up and Listen,
Good job and Get Lost.

At 4:30am I sat googling to make fine answers the next day. Eyes baked up running this wiki to that wiki.

Next day, giving the test I realize that the ideologies which were macadamized by Brat washed the paper. His talk had just swelled up my own ideas and I certainly did a good job.
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Moral of the story:
Ask Brat, he knows.
But,
Brat has his own ways.

PS: Trust your Brat guys.
PPS:Those who don’t know BRAT, follow link.

December 16, 2009

BRAT


Let me introduce you all to a guy called “Brat.”


When Brat was 4, he was sent to Convent.

Curiosity to light a matchstick and study how a flame works, Brat ended up burning away the curtains of his class teacher’s room.


He was expelled.


Another school, Brat now 6, while playing he pushed a fellow mate into the well. The child was later rescued.


He was now sent to government school.


In desperation to be able to wear spectacles, for he found them so smart, he looked through a magnifying lens to the sun to weaken his eye sight.

Dangerously smart!


Always up to some mischief, he would purposely bump into people standing by the verandah. Scornful and disgusted they would be seen cursing him ceaselessly.


A decade later, Brat was already part of communist movement while his fellow mates sat mugging for matric exams.


Another decade passes, Brat, a 9 pointer came as a gold medalist from one of India’s premier institutes.


Brat is now a happily married guy, father of two and an erudite.


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PS: Brat is my Dad.

PPS: Brat is called “Genius” now.