A to Z Challenge

P for Pochemuchka

Pochemuchka

Language: Russian

Meaning: A person who asks too many questions.

Questions have always been the central force of human evolution. Questions have been asked to understand, to analyse, to sort and to get to the bottom of things. But there are times when these become one too many. The listener is often irritated when the questions are redundant, repetitive and sometimes even pointless

There are people who make a hobby out of asking questions. They question everything. And everything about everything. They live on questions. The live on constantly asking questions and looking for answers. But sometimes, these questions hamper the flow of conversation. Not all questioners are hurdles. Though this word might actually lean towards the person who asks too many questions for comfort, the right context is lost.

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Flash Fiction #16

Paula looked at the table. The words moved. She could not concentrate on the board. The longer she looked at it, the faster the letters moved, jumped and twirled. She blinked rapidly, trying to dissuade the pain that was developing at the back of her head. But darkness overcame her as she finally closed her eyes and laid her head back on the seat, sliding down unnoticeably.

When she heard a smart rap on her table, she jerked awake, only then realising she had fallen into an impromptu nap. Bewildered, she looked around the classroom. The classmate who had knocked on her table smiled at her, giving her a small indiscernible wave and nodding towards the board as if he knew. As if he understood why she had fallen asleep.

Smiling at him, Paula sat up straighter, looking once more at the board with hopeless abandon. She had to excel in this school. Her father’s stint as ambassador was not going to end anytime soon and she was stuck in Moscow for the next year. Well, ‘stuck’ would be a hard word. But that is how she felt in a place where she had no friends and no one appreciated good English conversations. And god. The freezing weather. Trying to rein her mind in to the question at hand, she saw the board again. As she saw her ‘new friend’ asking a question to which the teacher answered, a small thought took shape in her head.

If she was expected to learn and scrape through school, she could not achieve it only by reading. And thus began the legacy of her questions. She felt it was much easier to ask and get answers, her dyslexia processing the words she heard better than the words she saw. At the mounting work load, she sighed to herself. If it was true that ADHD would help sharpen her battle reflexes, it was high time they showed their worth. This was no less a battle than one fought with guns and cannons. So she asked question after question, receiving processing and sorting information.

Pochemuchka they called her. She liked the pronunciation. It sounded like a cute nickname. And she hoped it stayed.

 

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