How does a sheep roll his eyes?

I need to make some things clear. They are, inter alia, the following: i) All Tamilians do not wear veeboothi* on their forehead all the time; ii) All Tamilian women do not wear silk sarees/ flowers on their plaits/ buns; iii) Tamilians do not move around with oiled hair all the time; iv) Yes we love Rajnikanth, but that does not mean we only appreciate Jhakass movies. Many of our movies are so good that they can kick the bollywood movies' pompous a****; v) No, not all Tamilians are good in Maths and Accounts; vi) Dont even start me with the dark skintone, which I must say is something the Westerners are dying to acquire with their tanning beds and lotions; vii) Contrary to our neighbours up North, Tamilians have better idea about the Southern, Northern, Eastern and Western states; viii) Yes maybe Tamilian names are longish, but isnt that common in many other races? In any case, whats your problem with long names, are you even going to use of person's full name all the time? ix...

There are times when you feel so low that you start wondering why you brought this upon yourself. That is the hard part. It is easier when you have someone else to blame. Self-pity is a consoling warm feeling. But to know that something went wrong because of something you initiated is the worst. I dont believe in fate anymore than I did earlier. I do try to check if a pattern is repeating itself. But when all you have to look back upon is your adolescence, it is hard to find a similar pattern. On a happier note, this week I did something I have never dared before. I jumped straight into the deep end of the swimming pool. I am nearing the end of my swimming lessons and my instructor wanted me to jump into the deep end and swim back the entire length of the pool. Even after I learnt to stay afloat, I never managed to jump into the pool. I would daintly sit and then slide into the water. But earlier this week, I was directed [not asked] to jump and I just stood there like wax statue, full...

Was speaking to my sister today when she asked me what we had planned for my bday next month. Nothing is planned as of now but I told myself that it would be nice to go watch a good play on that day. And so later I went to lastminute.com and started checking out the ticket prices. P was sitting next to me and I was telling him how I was dying to watch 'Love Story' and 'Driving Ms Daisy'. 'Love Story' was not available and so I told him, lets book 'Driving Ms Daisy'. He, very uncharacterstically, rejected the idea and said it would be a boring. I knew he loved the movie and so said we 'had' to watch it. But he din agree. After a while he got up and showed me a sheet of paper. It was two tickets for the play booked on the day of my birthday [ordered weeks earlier]. Now if that isnt sweet, what else is? :)

If you ask me the thing I badly wish for, my answer would always be- to have cats and dogs around me. The wish is so bad that sometimes I give a serious thought about leaving my legal profession and becoming a dog-walker or a cat-claw trimmer. Unfortunately, none of my family members have been in favour of having pets at home. Except my father. We both used to bring home stray cats and dogs all the time. This would create a big drama at home. My mom used to threaten us saying it would either be her or the animals at home. And we would have to give up. But sometimes my mom used to soften and allow us to keep a pet at home. When I look back on my childhood, those seem the best days I had. I dreamt of studying to become a vet and opening a shelter for animals. Unfortunately I had to take up commerce and my dreams of becoming a vet remained a dream. P does not hate animals per se, but having a pet in a city like London is pretty difficult. More so when both of us are working. So I make the...

Certain posts on FB can really kill you. Like this girl who posted this on FB- 'My skul has been voted the best skul in India'. Shame that they did not teach her to spell 'School' at her 'Skul'. Seriously some of the status messages are so dumb. This girl I know had posted a message to her husband on FB that she has posted a letter which he wanted her to post. This is her message- 'Hi I posted the letter'. Seriously this is as silly as it can get. If she wanted to convey that she completed a task to her husband, why would she not text or call or mail him? Why message on his FB page. This other girl posted 'Have a nice day' as her status message. And two people 'liked' it! The worst was today's news on Viewspaper's page about Azaruddin's son dying in a road accident. 110 people 'liked' the news!!

There was discussion on television this morning on whether Muslims are regarded as demonic elements in Britain. This is one topic close to my heart, I must admit. The panel consisted of leaders of certain organizations and also certain Government representatives. For once, I found both sides of the arguments just. The Muslims here obvioulsy state that they feel quite at home here, safe and are troubled that they are considered as outsiders after living here for generations. The English [or rather the members from the Christian organizations] said that this country is primarily a Cristian country and members from all religions are free to live here. They are tolerant towards all religions, but in the end it does that change the fact that this is primarily a Christian nation. While I agree with all this, my disapproval is towards the fact that countries, in this century still identify themselves based on their religions. Why call oneself a Christian or Hindu country. Does that help in an...

As the ten year anniversary comes closer, 9/11 documentaries are being telecasted repeatedly on television channels. Incidentally the Rajiv Gandhi assasination news is also making its rounds these days because of the death sentence of the convicts being scheduled on the 9/11 this year [now the date has been stayed by the Courts]. I was reading some of the investigation reports published online in the RG assasination case. All evidence seems to point directly at the LTTE's involvement though its chief had consistently maintained that their hands were clean. While that is something for the CBI to resolve, the thing that interests me is the way the assassins involved in this exercise were recruited. Each of them handpicked after careful consideration. And brainwashed to believe that RG had to be killed. Though the background of these assasins is not clear from these reports, one thing is clear, they were people in dire need of money. The level of brainwash one would allow oneself to ...