Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The childhood of Franz Kafka


Franz[1] woke up one morning to learn that he would soon forfeit the love and attention of his family to study at a boarding school. There were many reasons for this decision, the principal being that the school's location had a climate that would benefit his sickly constitution. The months to follow went in a rush of purchase - uniforms, shoes, bedding and provisions - the hostel checklist followed as per guidelines. All through this while, Franz was acutely aware of the money and effort being spent on him and how lucky and special he was to be selected into such a revered institution. He had resolved right then to live worthy to every expectation of him.

However, as often is the case, impossible ideals do more harm than good. He was quick to realize that he was of an average intelligence and that his frail physique prevented him from distinguishing himself in game or sport activities. Further, most of the students at the elite school came from affluent households and would stand out by means of flashy stationery, new attire or fashionable accoutrements whereas Franz maintained that his family had no wherewithal for luxury[2]. The only saving grace he recognized was his ability to unflaggingly apply himself, if for no other incentive than to unflaggingly apply himself. And it was this sometimes mulish obstinacy that helped him live up to the ideals he set.

One incident worth remembering is as follows. Every boarding establishment has a certain hallowed installation patronized by every student (or as in this case, by almost every student). This facility is the institute cafeteria or canteen. Now, Franz regarded the financial incumbrance on his father so seriously that he did not frequent the canteen at all, throughout the six years in boarding school! He recounted this almost twenty years later, when his father jokingly told him, 'You were so stupid! You didn't even know where the school canteen was.' 'But I knew Daddy. I was avoiding it only to save your money.'

Another incident further illuminates his character. During the course of shifting lodgings, Kafka's quilt & bedding had been inadvertently transferred to a hostel adjacent to his. This was during the hot summer months when one could easily sleep without a bedsheet, let alone a quilt. Every once in a while, he would request the hostel porters to fetch his bedding from the adjacent hostel, but it still being summer, his plaints were not considered urgent. In a few months he gave up and stopped reminding the porters altogether. Then the cold winter arrived, and in a few weeks he'd fallen very sick with fever. It was only when the other boys in his dormitory intervened and made the house master aware of his predicament that the misplaced quilt was called for. But, by then, he had endured almost an entire month of wintry nights using only a thin sheet for cover.

The above excerpt is taken from 'Infant Psychology - Nurturing the martyr complex' [3]. Later, the same chapter describes 'Taking charge and responsibility' as the only established method to mitigate the extent of conditioning.

Disclaimer: The excerpt should not be read as a case study on the effects of a boarding school education[4]. Every individual reacts to circumstances differently and builds his or her own survival personality.

1 ^ Though not the writer Franz Hermann Kafka.
2 ^ A misconception, as records indicate that his family enjoyed a financial status comparable to that of the other students at the institution. Perhaps his father wished to instill in him a value for money.
3 ^ An online description of the complex can be read here.
4 ^ Read here for the relative demerits to a boarding school education.

14 comments:

Hemishha's Observation Deck said...

wot r u trying to imply?

@ngel ~ said...

interesting ! specially when talked abt the case of Kafka
Thanks!

Brown Weed said...

Hi little Mouse. I was trying to figure out why I am the way I am. I remember that before Mayo, I used to go out every evening, play with the Kenny-Sydney gang, Kartikaiya, ride Hormuz's cycle at Bungle.. Then, when I was 9, I left for Mayo and things changed, I changed. I was trying to put it on pen and paper.. mainly to understand.

Brown Weed said...

Umm.. and my apologies for the misdirection, angel.

A Arora said...

heartbreaking...maybe i'm not reading it as a post, and more of an account of ur childhood...in any case i'm glad ur letting it out in one way or another..ur lang is also impeccable...

Brown Weed said...

Thank you Estella. I started questioning my ways and irrational beliefs only because of you. It gets hard when one's suffering gets tied to one's ego, when one starts thinking of it as a virtue. Thank you for making me see the errors in my ways.

meraj said...

perhaps you should bare more (if it helps)....beautifully written and extremely moving.

Pooja Nair said...

I read this a few days ago and found it moving like everyone else...

but suddenly a thought occured to me:

While its best to have no disorder at all, isn't it much better to have this 'disorder' than to have the one which makes you a tormenTOR instead?! Imagine the childhood of those guys who grow up to enjoy tormenting people!!!

'Martyrs' manage fine in life - they are loved and popular and typically channelize their intelligence in productive ways.

All they need to take care of is to not be "sad" and "dissatisfied" all the time - how hard can that be once they see things in this light?? :D

Smile! :D

You are wonderful and we love you!

@ngel ~ said...

Ah Thanks that I visited again n cleared the misconception :)

Roshan said...

bawa soo karech?? Don't think so much - have good kebabs, drink juice, play carroms - Maje Nu Life!!

Brown Weed said...

Thank you Pooja, Meraj & Roshan. I did not write this to blame anyone, people's intentions are always good. I only wanted to write about the sadness and pointlessness that has become me, from when it began. I can be totally wrong in this analysis. It could be that I carried this void in me even before I left for Mayo.

Every once in a while, I thought I had found a way out - going to IIT, working hard at startups, the Trinity music exams, books, my running, relationships, the booze and other ways to forget... - but despite everything, the worthlessness remains. When one doesn't like one's self, I suppose there is little that anybody else can do.

Brown Weed said...

It is just as the article says: At boarding schools, children encounter performance based acceptance on a daily basis and self-esteem becomes contingent on doing rather than being. They grow up loving, caring and giving in order to win the acceptance they never experienced and enter into relationships for the wrong reasons. Performance based acceptance also often engenders workaholism where the adult only feels good when working hard and "bad" when appearing to be lazy. He is comfortable only so long as he is doing and producing, and rarely stops to celebrate life.

Pooja Nair said...

this educationist/psychologist i once met had told me that during therapy one of the things they take you through is "forgiving your parents"

I thought that was amazing cos a lot of us feel bad about the way our parents handled our childhood, but helpless at the same time cos we know they only had our welfare in mind...

May you reach your reconciliation soon Franz! :) I can assure you, you will get there soon...

And of course eat kebabs, drink juice, play carrom (or guitar)..majanu life! :D

Unknown said...

Awesome