Magic Realism

This is not a post about Nobel Laureate Mario Vargas Llosa as I am yet to read anything written by him. In fact, I have just started exploring the genre of Magic Realism just some time back by reading the (short) works of his one time friend Marquez. If you have started wondering what am I getting on to, please continue reading.

This post is rolling in my head even before the Nobel Prize in Literature for the year 2010 was announced. But, in a different form; I was wondering how different my life would have been if facilities like Google and Wikipedia were available, I'd have easily found references authors, director, books or films (letting me know what all interesting things were there to read or watch) instead of the dictionary (yes some days only the dictionary was my reading material), which I'd read as a book looking for meaning of words without any context or reference (picked up in some weird random order).

After the news of Nobel came, my thought process changed a little; how would a writer approach my life story? He'd find it very difficult to tell it in a linear, logical or rational way. Because when I think back or go in the rewind mode I find some events there are nothing short of miracles (it'd be said that I worked towards it and it wasn't easy in any way, but, even in my head it sounds hollow). So, the writer would have to depend on elements of magic realism otherwise he will be at his wits end trying to find explanation for things, like a friend once asked 'you cannot sit steady on your wheelchair for more than a few minutes, then how come you hang like a bat behind your father on the two-wheeler and roam all around?”

There are such unexplainable events scattered around in every aspect of my life, be it education, employment, writing skill (however bad it is) and even my friendships, there seems to be the proverbial Hand of God phenomenon.

I just wish the last line of the story would be; 'then one fine day he got up from his wheelchair and started walking towards the toilet all by himself.”

Employibiliity

As a teenager some twenty years ago I too nursed an illusion that good education and gainful employment was the only escape from my misery. Being locked in a quadriplegic body was a bother but still there was a kind of foolhardiness that made me think that things will work out. In that age the harsh reality of the world takes time to dawn on you. So, when the elders in the family chided my brother (couple of years younger to me) you should be more responsible,remember you have an invalid brother to take care of, whenever he was his mischievous self. Those days political correctness wasn't in vogue. So it wasn't supposed to be hurtful. Still it made me wonder will I be forever dependent on someone all my life? There was a compound effect of this thought as I was lured to do physiotherapy and other treatments with the promise that it will make me run like others.

So, it was only in my teenage that I became comfortable with my physical being and started thinking of doing something worthwhile in spite of my deformity. After my tenth class I registered for Pre-Degree Course in the Commerce stream as a Private (meaning just study sitting at home and going to college only to write exams) student It wasn't easy but it was the only thing I could do at that time, and with the help my siblings and friends (who shared their notes and those who became my scribes for writing exams) I passed and registered for Degree in same manner.

Now, it is nearly a decade and half that I passed out Degree and have been employed in a MNC (basically working with a computer doing data entry and typing out short letters), and a freelance writer (journalist) for the last ten years or so. My ambition to be a writer had grown due to the fact that it felt like the easiest the job to opt for a person like me (you just needed a typewriter and a bundle of A4 size papers). So, along with formal education I started equiping myself with requisite skills; learning to read with a purpose and writing Letters to Editors, just to prove to myself and others that I had it in me (I could even buy more publications with that).

I realised as I moved forward in life that a job could be the ultimate goal for a so-called normal person and mark of achievement so to speak, but, for a person with disability it presents new barriers and challenges to surmount not just physical but even attitudinal. You have to be socially equiped to deal with new people (my voice still chokes if I have to talk to new person or even my seniors, so an interpreter is always has to be near), maybe a result of growing up in a protected environment of home. Even in the matter of education I maybe one of lucky few who could reach to the level of graduation. And, what about accessible public transport? Whatever I earn virtually goes into reaching my place of work.

So, we have to have an holistic vision while lobbying for the three percent reservation even in the private sector in accordance with the People with disabilities Act.
********************************************************************************

I wrote this piece on employment for disabled people for my friend Anita Iyer, who runs a NGO EKansh working in the disbility sector in Pune. My only brief was a 500 words straight from the heart piece about my expiriences as an employed disabled.

Here is an interview of Anita.