Wednesday, May 2, 2012


 Indonesia- 'Mosque"after the all round destruction from Tsunami

“Irony”, the word when pronounced sounds lyrical.  And the lexicon says it can mean, “Witty language used to convey insults or scorn, esp. saying one thing but implying the opposite”, or,” Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs”. In either of the case the lyrical tone is shorn away by reality. I guess you may agree.

It is very true of what that it is said of irony, “…..I am a connoisseur of fine irony. ’Tis a bit like fine wine but have a better bite.” And the matter with all brute realities of life- there is always an irony behind, the bitterness of wine! Like the romantic enchantment wearing away to insipid and to some a monstrous reality that was not felt even in the most wild hallucinations ever before. Then one may wonder what fool one has been to expect something else.

What impalpable influences that we call fate, chance, destiny, or just the hand of god (force majeure) that may bring forth the state of irony and often as otherwise in relationships, we know not. Goodness me, what a touchy matter is this thing we term, “relationships”! The ticklish and delicate thing among humans! How friends and relatives become strangers, rather could feign strangeness; people who thrived on the other gather the wherewithal to condescend the other; philanthropist turns mendicant. And, I think that the fact about what we call natural law is that the matters we yearn most in life, happiness and peace of mind, are best got when we give it to someone. Ironical indeed! And grossly unjustifiable and cruel is irony when the noblest heart often bears the heaviest cross.

Mr. P was a senior technician for an offshore oil exploring company and his line of duty was on the oil rig off at sea. For the past twenty plus years he was alternating every three months between the works on the platform at sea and back home with his family. A church going Christian and a jolly good fellow that was he! His thrift was often plummeting into parsimony and trifle annoying even to his children. Though he married both his kids away and had no indebtedness’s and commitments, he was miser than a miser can be, he never spent. Though earning a fat sum in US dollars, he and his wife lived frugal in their beautiful house. They walked the good distance to the church and bearing sun or rain. He did not believe in spending on a cab, though his wife was overweight and would have difficulty in walking afar. It was after much persuasion that he bought a scooter, though owning a car was not even little significance financially. He always asserted that he and his wife were saving money for their life after retirement.  Though his retirement benefits from his multinational employer behemoth was enough for a generation or two. They had carefully charted their needs, and wants post retirement. A grand tour to the “holy land” and Lourdes in France topped the list of priorities. And, he planned to put in his papers after one more stint of three months with the Company. So on the penultimate day of his last vacation at home before he retired, he went out to church on that Sunday morning rather curiously on the scooter and his wife on the pillion. Returning after the holy mass, while negotiating the roundabout on the street towards his house, the vehicle tripped over a stone and turned turtle. Mr.P and his wife fell on their back and should have borne nothing more than little bruises. However, he hit his head on the culvert, went into a coma and died the next day. All the money, he saved without a fabulous meal, travelling second class, bearing sun and rain and spending the lonely days and nights every quarter far at sea for twenty plus years, the life saved for  living tomorrow- ironical the end was a different script.

 I see quotes as the safest way of expressing myself where I’m not capable of being expressive. And it was a relief of sorts when I stumbled upon this Mark Twain court on irony.” In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.”


NRIGirl said...

How very sad!

Mark Twain makes me smile...

But the picture I couldn't get it - or may be I do!

NRIGirl said...

Now, is it normal to feel sad one moment and smile the very next?! I don't understand myself at times...

Insignia said...

:) The anecdote makes me smile than feeling sad. Have seen many people of this kind around. Should I pity for their foolishness or learn a thing or two from their frugality is what I am confused.

BK Chowla, said...

Just changing moods.

....Petty Witter said...

I'm with NRIGirl.

As us Brits are known for our ironic sense of humour I found this post such an interesting read.

kavita said...

I know one such frugal person in my own family circle.But he recently surprised everyone by offering a hefty sum as a help for a girl's( from our family circle) medical college fees.

anilkurup said...

@ NRI Girl,

The picture, I felt was ironical more because of the statement made out by Islamists associations that the Mosque surviving the destructive force of Tsunami, while the whole area was flattened and life washed away, was the hand of Allha.

@ Insignia,

I see your point and is in my line of thinking. But there will be disagreements , as people will feel otherwise and may not have substantive reason though.

@ BK.Chowla,

In away yes , Sir.

@ Petty Witter,

Thanks T.

@ Kavita,

Better than hording and going away at the snap of a finger.

Betty Manousos said...

such an interesting post!
the anecdote makes me smile rather than making me feel sad.

thanks so much for sharing:)

Happy Kitten said...

It is better to live this life than not live at all since we are not sure if we shall ever be given another chance at it... this man had everything but pretended he did not.. always living in denial.. but then he can be happy that whatever he saved shall now be spent by those who never toiled for it!

anilkurup said...

@ Happy Kitten,

I agree with you. How true it is , "dhanya, dhanya mein ligkha, khanevala ka nam".