Sriram is a good soul . He is a kindred soul. Before I pronounce all my gladiatorial gratitude note to Sriram for having made sincere attempts to help me revive this blog I would -with all blithe and some extra spice for the grandeur-wish to declare to all and sundry that I feel sincerely guilty for having neglected this space too long a tad. I wouldn swear my apples away for the content. Crap or no more crap, we will just fill this space. Crap-I am here. No crap-Mark is alive (yes!) . To see your own child malnourished and bulimic like a rail ..that is not a nice thing to be doing . Happenstances may come and go but blogging is out of every leisure league. The frantic days of updating the blog more than five times a month is all bygone. Obliged. Turning back to those archives gives me such a high and a teeny glint of pride somewhere in that deep recesses . But sadly along with it saunters in that sober self-hatred for the writers’ block that looks too fantastically magnificent to overcome now. So there, Thankyou Srirambles for the tag. Looks like I have to list my sins against gender stereotypes..not a bad thing to do on a highly jaded Sunday noon. And here we go and just to the point:
* Love driving. Driving through lanes,highways,alleys,clearings and why even jaywalks. Love that feeling of independence , that thump , that wind, the drive!!
*Love thrills. Speed. Free falls. Roller-coasters. Adventure trekking.Period.
*Politics. Now that is something I have been inherently fascinated about. Love writing, reading,talking politics.
*Comfortable going out sans make-up. A little dash of liner ,some lipbalm and we are done.
* Cannot make great conversations , will not strike immediate rapport with girls of my age and dislike the crowd.
*Never hung out with a girls’ gang. Or for that matter never been in one.
*Used to have this huge liking for Mel C in my early teens. And the leopard print obsession that stemmed up then.Yes, thankyou for the brickbats.
*Fond of quizzes too very much. And have nostrils super-tuned to petrol.
Aside :I am a complete nitpicker. Can crib,blabber and prattle around to markalive like a highblown bag of wind . Love prancing around in Pondy Bazaar.And love it more when his eyes curl up with a ‘God!Women!’ expression. Try to diet almost everyday but end up failing miserably as the day thins down. Shopoholic. Bookworm. Enjoy strange facts , Monopoly and most oft than not like things organized the way I like them to be. More a woman and only loving it by the day !
P.S: Don’t ask me what this rubric means. Gondor I can justify because I am rererereading Lord Of the Rings. Tried a rhyme scheme for title. Epic fail and not bothered!
I’m not personally too fond of stereotypes. It really breaks down all reason and intelligent guesses. Like the first type of stereo we had- I remember this huge cuboid that could play magnetic cassettes. And then the two-in-one. Sanyo, I think. The greatest feature add was the radio it, through which one could tune in to Aakasavaani… And then a Sony Walkman which would make the now semi defunct company rise up again and then die, just to prove the point… Never been lucky with any of the stereo types… Im just against the concept, see?
A singing sambhar is one thing… A type of stereo is hardly a compromise!
Why would we look at compromise now? !And would you be surprised if I tell you I expected for this to come?:D
Glad to know you are alive