Writing helps, talking helps too but at times talking seems a strain on the senses. Writing never feels so. I write a lot, but never post them on this blog coz there are too many familiar faces here. People who have become friends and people who can actually see through me. Sometimes I wish a stranger read it and understood me. Not care about me, but just understand what I mean. Maybe its time to delete this blog.
Chamathu, anyone?
I never stick to my words. So here it goes: The Tamilian people can be classified into different categories. This classification is based on their character, virtues, educational qualification, skin colour, length of hair, size of nose...ok you now get the drift. I am only going to talk about one category at a time. Today is the one which people are scared of falling into, it is called the 'Chamathu' category. As you age, you might like being classified as 'Chamathu', but as a kid, it is a dreaded category. Ok now let me explain what 'Chamathu' is. Lets start with the guy, because I am a woman and would love to give the first chance to men :p A Chamathu guy is one who oils his hair regularly, recites his slokas at appropriate points of time during the day, makes earnest conversations with 80 year old thathas who spit more than they talk, goes to the temple regularly [Note: going to the temple everyday would make him a 'pazham*'], does not talk to girls u
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Go start a new blog. I've also been thinking of doing a new blog and more but with total anonymity.
Samy- Thanks for the support Samy :-
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