Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Extra Dots. Anyone?

I have been eternally obsessed with joining dots.

I see a dot. I see another dot. I join them. Simple?

No.

As a kid, I forced my dad to my buy me truckloads of Join-The-Dots book. Then, I slowly started dropping a pen on paper from a certain height. I left a nice concoction of dots on the paper which I could join. Joining gave me pleasure. More pleasure than playing with cars or bikes or guns.

My mom thought I was weird. Now I know what it is. I live in my head. And I have a fantastic life there.

There’s nothing more enjoyable to a kid who ran around home in tiny shorts than watching an image come to life by joining a few dots.

Eventually, my obsession became a passion. The passion a fixation.

Heck, I even bought a dot matrix printer so that I could join dots.

Then, the problems started arising. Every other examination I had to write was an OCR multiple choice questions. Nerd that I was, I would quickly complete the entire paper. And then stare.

I would stare at what I had done. Obsessed with joining the dots, I would just join the answers I had just marked. And stare in disbelief at what I had done.






P.S. The IIT JEE paper, once dotted, looked like a mermaid. Sans clamshells.









P.P.S. No puns intended in the title.





(For a change, every part of this story is untrue.)

5 comments:

Hoarse Whisperer said...

so obviously, you ruined my present in your dot joining mania, you bloody maniac. the present that i had so graciously agreed to accept even though it did not conform to my specifications. then, you have the balls to joke about it on your blog.

you will hang from the ceiling of forum mall.

Jang!! said...

I have since long gifted your present to someone more deserving(after joining the dots obviously).

I'm on the hunt for one that meets your specifications. And Forum has a nice ceiling. Amazing one to hang on.

abhas1 said...

Question:
Have you played join-the-dots with chicken pox?

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go ahead...enjoy!!!

Jang!! said...

@Sataract

Thanks...

@abhas

Never had the pleasure of doing so on mine own. Never had the pox. Of others', I have had plenty of fun.

@hoarse-whisperer

I found the present. But I'm not giving it to you. Unless you promise to wear it to college.