The last couple of years have been emotionally and physically challenging, to say the least. You might have understood that with the lack of posts from me. Not that I was very regular earlier but I used to post something once in two weeks atleast on one of my blogs [I have couple of private blogs, one for my niece and one for my baby and I have decided it will be for their eyes alone]. The only time I get now is when I am done with my work, dinner and Z is tucked in. It is about 20-30 mins of time. By this time I am thoroughly exhausted and invest my leisure time unwisely in front of the television. When I sometimes hear of people achieving great things inspite of full time jobs and babies, I wonder if they use such 20-30 mins in some kind of productive work as well. Must be a herculean task. I might be able to manage if I try harder. Sometimes I do get to that point but that is when my heart tells me I should be kind to myself.
I am reading Kazuo Ishiguro these days. I finished Never Let Me Go and am almost done with The Remains of the Day and found it an enriching experience. I love the manner in which the author proceeds with his story. Do read them if you ever find the chance.
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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Looks like I inspired u to write! Now let us keep this up until we get back to old times.