Weird : |

To me, weird is an enigma. The word that is. Although anything described as weird also in certain cases qualifies. Traditional use of the word as in the Weird Sisters and Macbeth’s witches implied a touch of the unearthly and supernatural. And yet, the word has certainly travelled a long way and holds a special place in the modern lexicon and more importantly in the present context, in the vocabulary of the age group I belong to. Getting back to the point, I say weird to me is an enigma. You have the ‘dictionary weird’ that covers the traditional usage of the word mentioned above. Then you have the ‘heterodox weird’; the look-down-upon weird you’d expect the kul dude to fire at the weirdo who comes single to the school Prom. Things get more abstract henceforth. Third on the list is the ‘awkward weird’. You crack a joke about Santa and Banta and then realise Sardar eyes glaring down on you till the far horizon. The “Uh-oh :-O” moment that follows right after (before, of course you hear the crunching sound of fists on nose) fits the bill of the awkward weird. The ‘unexpected weird’ comes next. That’s when your boyfriend/girlfriend’s mom invites you for dinner when you weren’t really sure you were allowed in the house. And finally comes the transcendental weird. Or keeping by the spirit of this piece, let’s just call it the ‘weird weird’. I’ll refrain from examples here. Each to his own memories then. The weird weird is that moment when the heterodox, the awkward, the unexpected and much more, all come together to leave you with a comic smile on your face, a spring in your step and a weird piece about weird in your blog. : |