Nobody tells us that we shall live forever. But why do we always end up thinking so. We say death is cruel, causes unimaginable distress and makes our remaining lives miserable. Why is that? A very dear man passed away recently. When I first heard the news I was so mad. Mad that he did not fight death. After sometime, I cried that I would never see him again. It was only later did I think of how much he would have suffered on his death bed. Sure, it was one of my worst nightmares coming true, but at some corner of my mind I knew that someday he would leave us. Why did that not make things easier? The cycle is clear for all of us to see. I guess we are plain greedy.
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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