Smaller than Life
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Why a blog? Simple. Cacoethes Scribendi -- the urge to write! My literary pretensions and caprices bring me here. Like any writer I write to be read. All my posts, though fettered to my small world and trivially myopic, will live and yearn that somebody connects to them someday. Cognitive frenzies, sardonic musings, aimless banters, incoherent ramblings and trivial indulgences; this is simply an episodic narrative of my trivial world -- in a grain of sand… Smaller than Life.
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Thursday, February 05, 2004
The Mother of Vedas I have a really good time here pulling the leg of my PS (Practice School) mate, a bucolic South Indian girl from Nanganallur - gangling, a little nerdy and a little nice. She comes to office everyday from quite some distance. When I enquired about why she did not choose an accommodation nearer to the office, she whined in a wistful dole that her Chitti (Aunt) mothers her, much like her counterpart in the much talked about Tamil Mega serial! When she plangently whimpered that she was upset because she was unfairly (apparently) christened Mami, I had to restrain my urge to gift her my new coined appellation - Nanganallur Mangamma - for I have not been slapped by a girl in the past! She backs away in a crimson blush and rebukes me mockingly when I take up the name of a certain discipline-mate, but both of us know that she enjoys the banter. I really enjoy myself at her expense. Just the other day, one of our other PS mates had a problem with his computer and needed badly to get his issue resolved when our girl blurted out, "I will raise the issue for you." I am sure she butted in with the best of intentions, but I did not need anything more than this one line to dissect her to shreds that day! But frankly my double entendre was not much of a hit, for she was actually daft enough not to realise it till I repeated the line for about five times! She repealed in shamed bashfulness when she actually got the entendre in the innocuous sounding remark. But she took it well and laughed along in the end. I am pretty sure she thinks of me as a perverse misogynist after reading my blog, and I have not done much to taint that image either! And I have ended up admonishing myself for it! For, despite all the ridicule, she is one of the nicest and friendlier girls that I have met. Unpretentious and unassuming (I will get one more of her rebukes when I say, a little naive as well) , of a jovial and endearing disposition, and extremely straightforward; a perfect South-Indian antithesis of my South-Indian woman. And, not the most common of occurrences, my sub-conscious has begun to wish her truly well - The Vedas Godmother!
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