by Christopher Mudiappahpillai

This is a most terrible post. It would be much better for you to close this window than to have to read of the horrible things that I have to say. But, if you so wish, read on. You have been warned.

Yes, yes, I am still alive. And, I am feeling better now. Much thanks to all those who took the time to inquire.

Actually, this latest period of under-the-weatherness has confirmed a suspicion that I’ve never been able to dislodge from my mind. You see, during the summer, I never once fell ill. But since the school year began, I’ve have two very severe headaches, two most terrible headaches. But what does this mean? Simply that I am not allergy free as I once thought – I am allergic to school.

In other news, I read Lemony Snicket’s The Bad Beginning – Book The First of the Series of Unfortunate Events that befell the Baudelaire children. It was indeed a most unfortunate tale.

How would I describe the writing of the elusive Mr. Snicket? It is most definitely children’s lit, but with a cynical twist that will appeal to older audiences. Think Roald Dahl meets Douglas Adams but without the science fiction slant: that’s Lemony Snicket.

An excerpt:

If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book. In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle. This is because not very many happy things happened in the lives of the three Baudelaire youngsters. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were intelligent children, and they were charming, and resourceful, and had pleasant facial features, but they were extremely unlucky, and most everything that happened to them was rife with misfortune, misery, and despair. I’m sorry to tell you this, but that is how the story goes.

And, as I wrote, this is one of the songs that happened to grace my speakers:

The Sound of Silence

Simon & Garfunkel

Hello, darkness, my old friend

I’ve come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision

That was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone

Beneath the halo of a street lamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed

By the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs that voices never share

And no one dare

Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools,” said I, “you do not know

Silence like a cancer grows.”

“Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you.”

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon god they made

And the sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the signs said: “The words of the prophets

Are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls,

And whisper’d in the sound of silence.”

For those who haven’t heard, Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events will be in theatres this December.