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Recently, I felt like a total dork. There I was, nodding my head when the lecturer made his profound statements, but not having a clue as to what was going on!
Actually, I went for the class thinking I am going to learn. Or at least I will try to learn. But from the first exercise on the board, it all became a haze. The lecturer started with, “Good morning everybody”. I understood that. Then, he started to rattle off in his native tongue of gibberish. I tried to keep my eyes open. I tried to make sense of this thing from gibberland who was waving his hands about in front of me and opening his mouth, uttering sounds which I was supposed to understand.
But he kept gibbering and gibbering and gibbering!
I looked around the class. And to my horror discovered that others were in perfect union with the master gibber at the blackboard! Some were nodding! Some began to ask questions, in gibberish of course. And they got their answers back in gibberish! They were making notes in gibberish. Then they began to talk to each other in gibberish!
Maybe they were all aliens! Maybe this was an alien invasion! Maybe they would at any point now, take off their clothes and come out of the human skins! And maybe they would serve ME as the gibber lunch just to know what human beings taste like?!! When these thoughts were floating in my head when Mr. Gibber looked at me and asked, “Do you understand?”. I nodded. I was now onto their sinister plan for world domination.
And I understood perfectly well that I’ll never understand.
By the time the second exercise came up on the board, I had given up even trying to crawl back to the land of sanity. Only thing I was wondering was will they serve me as lunch by 12 O clock, or by 1 O clock…
It’s not that I’ve been a backward student (I got the 3rd best results for O Levels in my school! And I’d done my CIM). So up to now I thought that I had some sort of intelligence. But this subject was way beyond me.
So, I tried to fake it. I started nodding intelligently. Then I started to write absolute gibberish on the note book, hoping Mr. G won’t come closer and look at what I’ve written.
And of course, I looked at the answers of the guy next to me. I’ve never copied in my life. But now I understood what make people do that. Sometimes what’s in front of you simply doesn’t make sense. So, you try to see if what’s on the side of you will at least help.
It was like a drowning man clutching at something, anything, just to stay afloat.
Cos try as you might, you are not equipped to handle some situations in life. But the whole bloody world expects you to!! I felt so frustrated. And so alone.
That’s what I don’t understand. I mean, if they asked me to write something in plain English, I could teach these gibberland folks what we humans can do. But here they are asking me to prove myself on a competency I don’t have. What am I to do? Does this make me a fool?
Sigh…
No. I am not a fool. I am good at some things. On those, I will try harder and become better. And for that which I am not good at, I will get help from someone who is good rather than trying to do it myself. So there. Mr. G. I hope you understand that.
And guess what, they served tempura for lunch! 
Found this interesting saying in an old e mail and thought it’s quite witty (I do understand that one man’s freedom fighter can be another man’s terrorist and someone’s peacekeeper can be another one’s invader!)
Forgiving or punishing the terrorists is left to God.
But, fixing their appointment with God is our responsibility - Sri Lanka Army
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