Reinventing
the wheel
By Adil
Jussawalla
I RECENTLY read a poem called How
to turn into a girl. Its by Jeet Thayil. More
recently I read a poem called Instructions on how to
wind a watch. Its by Julio Cortazar. Still more
recently I read an anecdote about Norman Vincent Peale,
the author of that famous how-to book The Power of
Positive Thinking. He thrust his hand out to a
soldier in a hospital ward in Vietnam presumably
the soldier still had a hand which could be grasped
and in his positive way said, "Hello there,
Im Dr Norman Vincent Peale from New York." The
soldier replied, "Glad to meet you sir but Im
happy with the doctor I have now."
The author of the
anecdote wasnt trying to make us laugh so much as
he was making a point about American soldiers in Vietnam.
Namely, that at a time when Norman Vincent Peale was a
household name in middle-class America, there were other
Americans, working-class, black, illiterate or almost
illiterate, who hadnt heard of him. The majority of
the soldiers in Vietnam were from that unprivileged
class.
The target audience of
how-to books which have been with us since the 50s,
following Dale Carnegies best-seller How to Win
Friends and Influence People, is predominantly
middle-class the aspiring middle class. Any
aspiring class below the middle must at least have enough
hatred in it to aspire to anything and be literate enough
to get something out of the books. I got nothing out of How
to Win Friends and Influence People. I was a teenager
when I tried to read it, once and once only. I found it
nonsensical. The books a complete blank to me now
which perhaps explains my extraordinary success in not
making friends and in influencing the people I meet in
quite the wrong way.
Despite this setback I
thrive on how-to books. Thank God for children. If there
werent any there wouldnt be any how-to books
for them. Im no longer ashamed of confessing that
if I pick up a how-to books these days I normally choose
one which is meant for children. And the reason Im
not ashamed is that Ive discovered that there are
many of us out here, many, many of us, all past 50, who
harbour a secret passion for how-to books for children.
CD-Roms of the same kind too, I imagine, for the more
advancedly senile.
My how-to blanket is
large and copious. It covers pictorial encyclopaedias,
dictionaries for the under-eights, the entire
Dorling-Kindersley range of amazing stuff Amazing
Buildings, Amazing Paint-Stippers, Amazing Nails Etc
Dalip Salvis science books for tiny tots
and any pop-up book. I am happy to report that with the
help of these elementary aids, Iam trying to
reinvent wheel.
A non-destructive wheel.
Thats it. Non-destructive. But can I? With the
beginning of the wheel came the tank, the cog in the
Bofors, the micro-chip circuit which, through the
Internet, can show even an idiot like me how to make a
bomb. The world rolls on such wheels while I try to
reinvent another. Its absurd. How can I when
theres no how-to book to tell me how to?
The projects
impossible. Whats Krishna with a non-destructive Sudarshanchakra
in his hand? Mincemeat for the Kauravas. Not wanting
to be mincemeat, I change sides. Ill give up my
project, follow the Internets how-to, and fashion a
nuclear device. If only to trash the friends I never made
or had. God spare me from such thoughts but theyre
there! I really should have taken Dale Carnegie more
seriously.
On the other hand,
havent non-violent wheels been with us all the
time? Dont we chuck them about, sometimes to one
another, doing no physical harm, unlike Krishnas
frisbee? No physical harm, other harms and healings come
with those wheels. And dont we have to reinvent
them all the time too, you, me and everyone else? And
arent they called poems? ANF
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