When I published my bijou series of ‘Sayings’ and ‘Utterances’, I never thought that my publication would get continued as a catena. The third in this series is titled Twitterances.
Posterity, I hope (or do I hope against hope?), will link my twitterances with remembrances. I know I am anything but great. Yet, as a tremendous nobody, I can give my readers, if I am lucky to have a few, a mild but palpable jolt through my series.
I believe that many of my sayings which are touched with pleasant humour will be of appreciable utility. My type of humour is not aristocratic but, out and out, democratic. Democracy, I know, is a trial and a failure.
A reader of my earlier volumes remarked: “Some of your observations made me laugh “tearfully.” This, I believe is not a left-handed compliment. Be that as it may.
When I jest, I am really earnest. I daresay that my jocular outbursts will usher in a salubrious climate, at least for the nonce.
I don’t claim athanasia for my witty remarks. They don’t pretend to offer any cure or even consolation. They are meant to hone the thinking faculty of readers.
I am a firm believer in the potency of nonsense. I welcome it and if possible, transmit it, for reasons set out below.
In the beginning was the Word. It was autogenous. It held and withheld sense as well as nonsense. These days pure nonsense is a rara avis.
In Act 1, scene 1, of Henry Carey’s Chrononhotonhologos, we meet with the following passage.
Were left you Chrononhotonhologos?”
I cannot imitate Carey. Neither do I want to. Lewis Carrol affirms “The Snark is a Boojum.” Edwar Lear introduced us to The Jumblies and The Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. He entertained the young ones and bamboozled the adults. I cannot follow him in his footsteps with my untrained feet.
My pen is not strong enough to imitate George A.Strong who indited the song of Mikanwatha. Hereinbelow. I furnish a few lines from his poem.
“He killed the noble Mudjokivis.
With the skin he made him mittens,
Made them the skin side outside,
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the warm side fur side inside.
That’s why he put the furside inside,
Why he put the skin side outside
Why he turned them inside outside.”
Well, James Thurber and Ogden Nash are beyond my grasp. With ease I follow the technique of George Mikes.
If some of my twitterances read like maxims, I squarely take the blame on me.
Well, a maxim’s prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue that makes it. This is not my verdict. It is Shakespeare’s own. Let us pay obeisance to the Bard of Avon.
Dr.Swarnamalya took with her a draft copy of a few of my twitterances along with my Sayings and Utterances to America. During her sojourn which lasted for nine months, she launched on the none-too-gullible American citizens my sayings etc. Her quotidian disbursement of my utterances met with a gung-ho acclamation. This took place as planned by my son Chiranjeevi T.R.Mahesh.
My twitterances target no one in particular. A jest should never offend a jestee. Of this I have taken due care.