"Dr. Winston Subramaniam" by E. B. Veerasingam

How many roads must a man walk down, before we call him a man?
How many seas must a wide dove sail before she sleeps on the sand?

How many? How many? Huh?

The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind.
Haha. Bob Dylan, he sang that, I remember. Old time favourites.

Me..? Winston Subramaniam.

Haha. ‘Doctor’ Winston Subramaniam.

Brought up at Trinity College; had an awesome school life there. Then, was pruned at Madras University. Later, you know, as usual, a Ph.D. from Cambridge. In those days it was part of our lifestyle; going to Cambridge for doctoral studies.
Later, I was back at home, searching for the exact place where I wanted to be. Spent my whole youth yearning for that place. Mmm..

And that beautiful and charming lady in my life, from the Thomas family. Memories of the so called ‘God’s own country’. Cannot ignore that, right? She was amazing. Mmm..

Things went wrong. I became abnormal, they say. Somebody admitted me to the National Mental Health and Research Centre. Haha.. They did so many researches on me. Agnosia, Amnesia, Dementia, Huntington’s disease, Parkinson’s disease; I fell into all categories. Haha.. Poor fellows, they couldn’t figure it out. I spent nearly two decades in that place, being the object, subject, specimen and field of interest, for all what they did. You know what, they should have started a new department; “department of Subramaniamology”. Haha..

When I came out of that place, after two decades, the world outside looked so similar to that research centre.
I saw people, with wires connected to their ears, went talking to their own self. Those wires were connected to a small device on their palms, which looked like a mini television. They kept on touching it time and again, used to smile at it, show their anger to it, and some of them made faces too. I came to know, that’s how nowadays they connect with each other. Pheww.. They all looked so busy. Looked like, if they do not press those buttons for few minutes, then the planets would start moving in a different direction.

I could not find any difference between the place where I was for the last two decades and the world outside. There also, people laugh and talk on their own, smile at their own plates, shout at the windows, make faces at the chairs and keep touching things with utmost concentration. No difference at all.

The sad part of the story is, since everyone is busy connecting to someone far away, there is no one to smile at me. No one to listen to me. No one to say a ‘hi’ to me.

How many roads? How many seas?
The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.
The answer is blowing in the wind.

"Dr. Winston Subramaniam" by E. B. Veerasingam

How many roads must a man walk down, before we call him a man? How many seas must a wide dove sail before she sleeps on the sand? How many...