WILL SOLVIT SOLVED IT FOR ME

My 11 year old son is a classic case of the fruit that fell far away from the tree. The tree here being his mother. Whilst his mother has had a life time love affair with books, he seemed to hate the very sight of them.

His aversion to books probably started, as with children like him, when school started becoming tough right after the kindergarten. He hated doing home work, hated doing school work and hated having to stare into any space that required him to scan anything into his memory for future reference. We his parents have bought so many books just to get him to read that we have actually bought some books twice. Sometimes when i buy a book and insist that he reads it, the book mysteriously disappears and nothing I do or say will make it appear.

Once I found a small encyclopaedic book which he became attached to for sometime until he had gone through most of the interesting facts and then we were back to square one. Other times, he gets a book which he seems to like and just when my hopes begin to rise, he looses interest. He even starts reading comic books and abandons them half way through.

Then a miracle happened about three weeks ago.

While browsing through the books section in a mall, I came across a series of books all by the same author and all starting with the words " WILL SOLVIT..." Thinking I had nothing to loose, I picked up some of the titles that sounded better than the others. I was later to find out from him that they are numbered and I picked mine at random. His father simply asked why I bothered to buy new ones when the rest were there unread?
We got home and I gave him the books. He collected them without any ceremony and went to his room.
The next morning, I called him to go with me on an outing and to my utter shock, he came along with a Will Solvit! He read on the way, he read on the bus, he read when we stopped at traffic lights and read on our way back home. By the time we got back home, i was literarily shaking with excitement. I however didn't want to get my hopes up so I didn't say anything to him. Then, after just two days, I saw him with a different one. The same pattern of "cant keep it down" repeated itself all over. Within two weeks, he had finished all the books. Then he picked up one of his older books and read that too. Then yesterday, we again went to the bookshop so I could get him the book due to be read at the reading group I registered him in and he went straight to the shelves and started looking for Will Solvits. He found them and of course came with both hands laden with them asking me to buy all. He said only one was missing and he asked the store manager if he could get it for him. The man eagerly took our phone number and promised to send an order for it to notify us upon its arrival. I asked him to pick only three and then we will get the rest later. We had earlier stopped at another shop where we found miniature versions of all my favourite classics, Huckleberry Finn, Oliver Twist, Tom Sawyer, Frankenstein, Journey to the centre of the Earth and so many others. He eagerly asked me which ones I thought were the most interesting and we ended up picking eight!
On the way back home, his face literarily lighted up in excitement as I told him how wonderful the adventures of the Famous Five were. I used to tell him all the time but I guess because, he had never really followed a character on a journey from the beginning of a book to the end, he didnt understand how much fun it could be. Now he wants to start the famous five series as soon as Will Solvit finds his lost parents in his very last adventure.
I guess for people who don't know how frustrating it is to be a book lover and have a child who seemed to hate them so much, this is just making a mounting out of a mole hill. For those who know where I am coming from however, they will understand how brightly the lamp of hope is shining in my heart right now.

I intend to write a personal thank you note to Zed Storm, the author of these miracle series that have changed my son's life around. I have never seen him this enthusiastic about any book before.

I pray that this pattern continues when we start the famous five series too. After that, I hope we can start another one of my all time favourites, The Five Find Outters by Enid Blyton. I have some of them in e form but I will just let him go with the physical ones. They are infinitely much more interesting. After all, nothing beats walking on the road and reading snatches from a favourite story.

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AS THE DAYS PASS BY

AS THE DAYS PASS BY

She looked at his sleeping figure
and smiled. There was a time when her fingers would have automatically reached
across to him to pull down his raised leg. Sometimes she did it gently and
sometimes she did it in anger, but she always couldn't keep her hands away. He
loved to sleep with one leg raised at the knee and a foot placed not so firmly
flat on the bed. Slowly as he fell deeper into sleep, the raised leg made its
descent with a sliding movement of the planted foot until it came resting on
its heel with the toes pointing up. It wasn't so much the journey that used to
annoy her, it was the small whispering sound the journeying foot made on the
bed clothes that irked her. It took the better part of 9 years for her to make
her peace with the travelling foot. Now it was a symbol of peace, happiness and
affection. She had learnt that, just like everything else about him, the day
she realised how easily she could loose him.

When he told her his symptoms she
told him not to worry. He was probably coming down with an infection. Two weeks
later, they found out what it was afterall. He had an infection alright, but it
was much more serious than they had imagined. A virus had attacked his heart
from nowhere. No, the doctor told them, it wasn't anything he ate. It wasn't
anything he did either and yes it could have come from anywhere. Viruses came
from nowhere and attacked any part of the human system. Yes of course, it could
be cured with the right type of treatment. And on the doctor went answering all
their questions. That single experience made her realise how much she depended
on him for everything in her life. To make her laugh, make her happy, make her
proud and make her trust.

The leg moved a little and she
was brought back to its presence. She looked at the sleeping man again and felt
tears form behind her eyes. She had been with this man now for eleven years.
Eleven years in which he had never spoken an unkind word to her. Eleven years
in which she had always been sure of his dependability. She knew she could
depend on him for the things that mattered most to her. She could depend on him
to put their family first in all he did. The children had known from babyhood
that he was the one man in the world who could bring a smile to their tiny
faces. She could depend on him to stay up late into the night to fan her and
any of the sleeping babies with a card, a folded newspaper or a small folded
shirt when there was no power to electrically turn the fans or the air
conditioner in their room and the trees outside simply didn't move their
leaves. She could depend on him to stay and hold her hand through every drop of
sweat that fell from her face during those agonising moments of labour. And
through the gush of emotions that flooded through them both at the birth of each
baby. She could depend on him to always protect their children from harm. She
remembered his daily ritual. Every morning, before he stood up from the bed, he
would put a pillow in the spot he had just vacated to protect their baby from a
fall. He never ceased to amaze her. He never forgot and never defaulted. He had
done that every single day that any of the kids slept as a baby in their bed.
He did it for two years with the first who refused to sleep in his bed before
he turned three. He did it for three years with the subsequent two who came
within a year and a half of each other. Then he had a two year respite. The
next baby almost took her life in his resolve come to the world and had refused
to sleep anywhere but in their bed for almost three years now. Again she found
his unflinching faith, devotion and accountability almost eerie. Nothing ever
made him loose faith, nothing ever shook his devotion to their family and
nothing ever made her suspicious of him. Not a phone call and not a text
message. Earlier in their marriage, she convinced herself he was simply very
good at chasing girls behind her back. As the years fell, she told herself he
was either too good at it or he didn't do it at all. Eleven years on, she had
made peace with herself on that. She believed him when he said he didn't and he
had never. She was tired of the burden of suspicion she carried around in her
heart. It had been too cumbersome and only after she freed herself from it did
she realise how heavily it had weighed her down. Now she only wanted to take
things as they come and not worry about a future neither he nor she had any
control over.

She thought about the never
ending jokes in their home, the way he always made her laugh. It didn't matter
what he was talking about, he always had a way of making her ribs ache with the
way he described people and events. The silly dances and parades they did with
the children that usually had them all laughing and holding their stomachs. She
never tired of his company and once while on a trip together with two of the
children, he had declared that they were going to go round town on foot. They
had breakfast the next morning, took two energy tablets each, gave one to their
older son and strapped the baby to his push chair and took off. They went from
their hotel near the victoria station to the london eye, then to the game
arcade, the trafalgar square down to the buckingham palace where they spent
time in the adjoining gardens and chased squirrels and birds with the kids, and
all the way through to hyde park and ended in the shops on oxford street. It
was a wonderful experience they had that day and by the time they got back to
their hotel room, it was way past ten in the night and all three who went on
foot had a form of limp or the other. A quick gulp of some hot horlicks and
they slept like logs of wood. Their son told her later that day that he hadn't
had as much fun on a trip as he had that day. She laughed at the little boy and
asked if he would do it again that day. Of course the boy replied! He would do
it again as soon as his feet stopped aching him. She remembered that day with
so much love and pride. It was just a walk all over town but she had never felt
so bonded with her family as she did on that day.
It had taken her eleven good years
to finally tell herself the truth. She had a good man and as she watched the
foot slide down the length of their bed, she said a little prayer for him, for
their children, for their home and for their lives together for as long as they
lived.

Delusions and Truths

So it’s that time of the year
again and the messages and warnings have started pouring in. Some are subtle
and coaxing while others are out rightly damning. Some are from unmarried
people who have so far found no use for it (yet) and the rest are from married people
whom in some way or other have it to thank for the success of turning their
partners from mere ‘iends’ (girlfr’iends’, boyfr’iends’, best fr’iends’,
childhood fr’iends’ etc ) into the more powerful ‘ouses’ (sp’ouses’).
So what are we talking about
here? It’s the Valentine’s Day.
Many reading this piece easily
fall into the second group of the ‘iend’ turned ‘ouse’ evolvers and belonging
to that group myself, I simply can’t understand where the driving force behind
the sudden apathy for the celebrated day derives its energy from. All say its
religion but without even wasting our time to put that into a microscope, we
know that it is not a real truth. It’s a delusional truth, so to speak. Delusional
truths are all around us. They present themselves in the wordings of the
extremely popular belief that speaks about the unconditionality (my computer tells
me that this isn’t a word in its dictionary and I tell it that it is a word in
mine, so let’s go with my dictionary here shall we?) of true love. Many people
are under the delusion that they themselves are firm believers in this belief
and then turn around and attach all sorts of conditions to the kind of love that
is acceptable to them. Actually, only a very small fraction of the believers in
that belief have actually been shown to have practiced it and I firmly believe
it is because of those people that we have continued to come across such
phrases as ‘Love is Blind’ , ‘Unconditional Love’ , ‘True Love’ and such like
words in the written literature today.
What the vast majority of those believers practice can aptly be described as strictly
conditional love. Men want unconditional love on the unconditional conditional
that it must come from beautiful women. Women who can whet their sexual
appetite. Women who look good when hung on the sleeve of a dinner jacket. Women
who can elicit some form of envy from other men for the man in the dinner
jacket. Women want unconditional love too but on the unconditional condition
that it is with a man who can very comfortably pay the bills. A man who can
afford to pay for the unconditionality of their conditional love. A man who can
afford a dinner jacket for the woman to hang on its sleeve.
We also see these delusional
truths in the attitude of those who want to make heaven (which is chiefly all
of us) but will do anything to avoid death. We all know that heaven can only be
achieved after passing the exam called death and we all, at least that is what
we believe, have been studying hard for that exam but nobody wants to sit for
it. We don’t even want to think about it. It is the same with ageing. We all
want to live long and see our children’s grandchildren but no one wants to get
old. We lie, we cheat, we trick and we falsify our minds and bodies (not to
mention those around us) into discriminating against anything that points to
the fact that we are ageing.
Most who claim that the energy they
use in condemning those who believe in celebrating Valentine’s day is derived
from religion are mainly presenting themselves in the same light as those
mentioned about. If religion is the reason, then it will be safe to conclude
that for one to take such a stand, one would have fulfilled the basic religious
duty of being a most romantic spouse on the other 364 days of the year. One
must also be someone who had never used the same celebration at an earlier time
to gain favours with a former ‘iend’ by pretending
to be a believer of the practice and by extension
a believer in romance being it that it is a practice associated with the belief
in romantic love. There is a very scientific conviction that for people to
crave something as badly as the world
seems to crave the romanticism that is associated with Valentine’s day, that something must be lacking in their
lives.
If you have ever used this
particular celebration to gain some (undue) advantage from a former ‘iend’ by enveloping
yourself in a light you don’t truly feel
any warmth in, then kindly spare us the rhetoric of your new found convictions.
If you are not in all honesty the role
model of what a good religious ‘ouse’ is in the remaining 364 days of the year,
also spare us. If you are still unmarried and haven’t (yet) found a reason to
use it to your (undue) advantage, we will listen to you when you successfully
become an ‘ouse’ without ever needing to add it to your arsenal of weapons used
during that transition. Until that happens, you also spare us. We only want to
hear from people who genuinely practice what they preach.
If we all did what our various religions tell
us to do regarding our loved ones all year round, then there wouldn’t be any
need for the world to be so fixated on this one day kept aside for the celebration
of love. The world is seriously love
deprived and its people ‘adorationally’ malnourished that is why this
celebrated day has such a colossal following. It isn’t because people don’t know
that it is pagan in origin or whatever its real origins are. There are too many
accounts of that for any single one to be given any serious credit by me.
Having lost the moral
justification to preach against this one day myself let me state her
unconditionally that I don’t believe that setting aside just one day a year to
celebrate love is enough. We need to make all the other days special love days
too. Let us make every day a Valentine’s Day so we can give these delusional
people some peace.
PLEASE!

ZAM