An Argumentative Idiot’s continuing conflict with himself and with the World

Humans are highly volatile in many ways. Most of them posses as much grey matter as is needed to negotiate their steps in a rather blood thirsty world. They have to be highly cautious and look around many times before they raise their first leg. All around them are entities which simply could be called as cruel entities. Humans know that they have to be as much careful so that they are not wiped out of the world. In this way most of humans have regulated and lived their lives in a rather topsy- turvy way. Humans very well know that the world often behaves in such a cruel way that they have to adopt means to reduce the cruelty imposed by the world. It is not that humans do not live a rather decent life on this Earth because they not only have adapted themselves for various kinds of situations confronting them. However they have to be careful.

The Argumentative Idiot have often failed, or misunderstood, the situation confronting him. He gets puzzled, baffled, scared and lost. In spite of such drawbacks the idiot has to, first, confront the world and second, make a place for him. Often the job seems almost beyond him; however, being a human, he has to adjust himself.

The Argumentative Idiot, when he was a child, saw the world in a many colored form. Some of these colors were pleasant to look at; some others just tolerable; and some others horrible. That made him argumentative in sense that he has to argue with himself, often lying in bed, to try to choose between these different colors. Soon he came to understand that some of these colors which initially seem to him to be pleasant to look at demanded certain adjustments in his world view, that is to say he has to adjust his attitude to look at these colors in a serene manner. Soon he realized that these pleasant colors often tended to change themselves into tolerable and even horrible colors. Such behaviour of the color led him to argue how he has to first of all in a sane condition and secondly to extract some happiness out of the world. What we mean by color is something which needs some clarification. By color we mean the way a painter looks at the world, looks at nature, looks at humans, looks at beasts and look at various kinds of obstacles. Hence what we mean by color is the way a human eye looks at the situation arising before his eyes. He has to avoid something, go near other things and tolerate still other things.

When the Argumentative Idiot started to use his brain to understand things he has, yet again, argue how to understand things. Moreover what things basically are and how they are to be understood and utilized if possible. Things, he started to know, where in millions. For example, a flower is a thing. Yet there are hundred types of flowers. Of course many of them are nice to look at, many of them pleasant to smell. Yet a large number of them unpleasant to look at and obnoxious to smell. Hence he has to choose between things. He has to choose what he initially understood, was a good thing or a bad thing. Again he came across the situation that some of the things were tolerable; for example a bull in a lane through which he is passing. He was not able to shoo away the bull, still he had to avoid it. Such situation has to be dealt with in a politically tolerable manner.

A Tale about himself : By the intelligent idiot

One fine morning, just after the idiot woke up, an idea struck him. He started writing a little story. The story when completed was as follows.

A CUTE STORY FOR A CUTE CHILD (Age no bar):

There were two cute children. They were attired in their best Sunday dress. They were feeling elated. The reason was that their parents have gone to airport to pick up their grandparents. Mother had told them not to watch TV; and also not to go backyard to play there. Otherwise their clothes would get dirty. Both of them, a bit subdued were eager to greet their grands. They kept sitting on the sofa, a bit discomforted and a little bored. However the intended arrival of their grandparents kept them eagerly waiting and full of anticipation .Time passed a bit slowly and it seemed there was no end to waiting. After a while both of them got up. Slowly ascended the staircase and went towards their parent’s bedroom. The door was ajar. They went in, sat down on the bed and put on the TV.

While watching TV sleep came over them. Suddenly they heard some noise. Both of them opened their eyes and saw the grandmother watching them with tearfilled eyes.

Grandparents had brought many gifts, eatables, toys and clothes. These were quite nice and both the children were much pleased. One of the child, when she was looking at gifts, suddenly remembered a boy who lived next door. The boy looked lonely and talked very little. He lived in a big house with his grandmother who was rather severe in her attitudes. The boy was quite intelligent; however he seemed largely bored and distraught.

The intelligent idiot, while writing the story all of a sudden remembered that the sad boy who lived as a neighbor to those two children was he himself. He had almost forgotten those neighbours but while writing the story, he , the intelligent idiot remembered them. While sitting in his rather uncomfortable chair, he decided to recapitulate his previous life. He understood that it would be not very easy, indeed very difficult to write out all his previous experiences in a suitable manner. But nevertheless, he would give it a try.