By Guest Blogger TITO RAJARSHI MUKHOPADHYAY
I was either sitting in my class room or on one of those hanging clouds, which I saw outside before entering the school building, dangling my legs down towards the earth.
Wherever I was I was fascinated. How many heads can the earth hold? So I had to jump down only to realize that perhaps I had a big change inside or outside me. I had a definite idea that I got transformed into a hat. And as a hat, which was possessed with fascination and curiosity about those many heads on earth I was left with no option but to stand up and get busy.
I first happened to sniff Mr. Butler’s head, which happened to be bald and shine from the light of the fluorescent lamps of the classroom, reflecting them in a mysterious way. ‘Would it reflect my nose too?’ Mr. Butler had no idea about my keen interest on his head. So he had to stand up. And because he stood up I had to move on to a new head.
This was the head of Simon or Dan. The name did not matter much to me now. The head mattered. It was a hair filled head and there was enough room to sniff. Sniffing a hair filled head needs a good experience. You would not know what mystery it hides below the hairs. From my past experience I have known that each hair filled head is a smelling mine by its own rights specially, during a midday. I think Simon or Dan, whoever was the owner of that head enjoyed my nosey quest. That is because like me who is affected by Titoism, he was affected by Simonism or Danism.
However his one on one aide Ms. Jackson did not approve of my inspection. So I had no option but move on towards her head. It was complex!
By now there was a murmur of alertness in the class. Maybe they could sense the presence of a very nosey hat around which was dutifully completing what it was supposed to do. -Smell the rest of the heads!
I came back home later with some memories of learning about the many smells I collected in my olfactory channel.
After all we go to school to learn.
Left Brain Right Brain 
Great post Tito! Glad no one stood up quickly and hit your nose.
Kev–I took advantage of the paypal button. Sorry that the dollar stinks right now.
That was top-notch. I’m affected by Josephism, btw, and that’s just fine.
That was very enjoyable to read.
Tito, your post brings back memories. My child was also an afficionado of heads and of hair – not in an olfactory way, but more in a tactile and gustatory vein. Later he learned much in school about the various configurations of braided hairstyles and he fell in love with a little girl because her head looked like a pumpkin.
What an amazingly creative mind you have, and a lovely way of describing its adventures. Here’s to Titoism!
Glorioski! It’s a blog entry by the famous Titoistic master of Titoism! I hope there will be more.
I don’t smell people’s heads, but I adore the smell of dog fur and dog ears, and puppy breath. Actually, I used to smell my children’s heads/hair, but they are too old for this now…
If you sigh heavily through your nose into a puppy or dog’s head it will relax because it will remember it’s own mother doing the same thing.
and proof Titoism does not result in a lack of imagination. I absolutely love this post. It is beautifully written.
Imagination and mastery of language is a hallmark of classic Titoism. 🙂
Tito, your post brings back memories. My child was also an afficionado of heads and of hair – not in an olfactory way, but more in a tactile and gustatory vein.
Anne, so was Alex. When he was young – preschool and kindergarten / grade 1 age, he “greeted” his peers by touching their hair.
This was so interesting to me! Thanks.
my daughter sniffs everyting mainly to see if she might like to eat it. It is through her nose she makes the final decision.
Enjoyable, interesting post!
I always thought that personal dictatorship in Yugoslavia was the classic sign of Titoism but…
Oh sorry wrong sort of Titoism.
(For those who don’t get the joke, look up Josef Tito on wikipedia)
My son loves to sniff everything! Sometimes it’s body parts or things around him, other times it’s just the air!!!
There was perhaps a smell in wind
It was never questioned.
I sat on the clouds being pushed by it
That was never questioned.
There were heads down on the earth
They were never questioned,
Only when my nose sniffed them
It was always questioned.
–
Tito Rajarshi Mukhopadhyay
Tito: this was such an enjoyable post. Thank you!
rocobley: LOL–just what I was thinking.
A pleasure to read. thank you.
If I may, I would like to ask for your permission to translate this post to Hebrew and post it (with your name as author and with a link to the source here of course) in my blog.
Thanks again.
That would be a honour,
Autism has also some humour,
How else can life be lived
If it was just Titoistic?
So I save my breaths,
To dive into the depths,
And explore as much as I can,
Before it ends in death.
–
Regards,
Tito Rajarshi Mukhopadhyay
Thank you Sharon G.
That will be an honour,
Titoism has its humour,
What else is life without it
If it was just Titoistic?
So I live my moments,
While I share those comments.
Regards,
Tito Rajarshi Mukhopadhyay
Tito,
best acceptance speech I’ve heard!
Hebrew version here
http://www.tapuz.co.il/blog/ViewEntry.asp?EntryId=1102379
My gratitude.
sharon
That looks cool in Hebrew!
Congrats, Tito: published in multiple languages.