Public functions must be banned

Three hours of listening to about 20 people talk one after another into the microphone, at least half of whom need a life-saving tutorial on public speaking, in a hall maintained at about minus-32 degrees Centigrade, which you come into (and leave out of) from an outside temperature of about plus-328 degrees Centigrade, and breathing a hell lot of carbon dioxide eliminated from lungs of about 200 people is ripe recipe for a skull whose contents rhythmically throb their way out through the eye sockets.

All for the five minutes it took for one’s cousin to receive an award and mention one in his thank you address.

Its hard to feel sentimental with a raging migraine.

 

 

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Prepare to be horrified

Not many people doubted that the Dohill mansion was haunted.Though the Dohills had died over a decade ago, nobody dared to go near it. The legend of the mansion was this.  The Dohills were a mysterious old family living in the middle of the woods. One dark spooky night many years ago, the oldest Dohill daughter had been seen in town, a little past midnight. A man named Alfred P.J had followed her to a empty house.

And what became of her?  Read chapter 1 of Doomsion at Valar’s blog to know more…

PS: Excuse the maternal vanity, but I am pretty proud of the kid’s writing skills.

 

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Worldly bliss

Dark chocolate, Earl Grey tea and family in silent camaraderie.

If this ain’t bliss, what is?

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Cake for friend

S cake

Chocolate cake with wafer-biscuit boundaries, gems S and jujubes hearts.

For V’s buddy, S on her 11th birthday.

Happy Birthday S !

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Radio Day

As I return from school-drop off, I often listen to the radio, hoping for some interesting news, and that elusive Ilayaraja (FYI, llayaraja plays between 11 and 12 in many stations – mornings are dedicated to some really inane, irritating danguchika numbers by nameless zombies).  Radio City’s Munna was hosting, to commemorate Tamil New Year’s day, a programme called “தமிழோடு விளையாடு”, which he faithfully pronounced as தமிளோடு விளையாடு”.  காலங்கார்த்தால கடுப்பு. Shouldn’t RJs work on their pronunciations before attempting to be RJs?

Change station.  Radio One’s Sulaba announced that it is “Sibling’s day” today and goes on to describe that in this day and age, where single-children families are on the rise, children don’t know what sharing is all about.  Drives me nuts everytime someone tells me that a single child does not share.  A single child may have many faults (e.g. they could be socially impaired, or lonely people etc.), but not sharing is not one of them.  I wrote about it in detail earlier. To re-quote my own,

Single children don’t have the concept of “this is mine” because there is no one else in the house that they have to say that to.  So, as they grow up, they are some of the most generous people in the world.  I am generous to a fault.  Nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING is mine.  I can see the same trait in my daughter.  My mom was like that too.  And every single-child that I know has no problems sharing her toys or her snacks.  Only children with siblings at home with whom they have to fight over toys tend to be selfish.  In fact, I recently read a paper by people who actually studied the phenomenon scientifically and their results seem to corroborate my theory  They say that

“children without siblings were 28% more likely to share than children with siblings. On the other hand, the youngest children in a family were 17% less willing to share than children who had only younger siblings..”

This is true.  My daughter is a third generation single child, after my mother and me.  All three of us won’t hesitate a second to share our last possession.  Many of my friends have single-children and the kids are just as generous as mine. So, Sulabha, who claims to be one herself, had better not make sweeping statements that are largely false.

In yet another station, the song Nakka mukka came on.  It is a very messy song in terms of music, but the lyrics were actually interesting.

பந்தாட்டம் உலகம் வச்சான்

ராட்டினம் போல் சுழல வச்சான்

ஏற வச்சான் எறங்க வச்சான்

சொல்ல வச்சு மயங்க வச்சான்

மயங்கினவன எழுப்புடா எழுப்புடா எழுப்புடா [...]

பொண்ணுங்கலாம் பொறக்க வச்சான்

பொண்ணுக்குள்ள கருவ வச்சான்

கருவ வச்சான் கற்ப வச்சான்

கற்புக்குள்ள தீய வச்சான்

தீய வச்சு எரிய வச்சான்

மதுர எரியுது அணைங்கடா அணைங்கடா அணைங்கடா [...]

Pretty sure this is some old village folk song, going by the drivel that passes off as songs these days, I can’t imagine someone coming with something as profound as that now.

 

 

 

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Bucket list

I recently read a post on my reader about how someone visualized something to happen and it did.  The reason is fairly simple – when you want something that badly, you will work towards getting it. Creative visualization without effort will leave you with nothing more than the dream. I cannot become Rockfeller by sitting on my behind in my bedroom and visualizing all day about a zillion rupee bank balance – unless I do something about it – work, steal, kill a rich relative etc. But that aside, if it were true that I could get what I wanted by merely visualizing it, what would I visualize?

- I am wearing clothes that are comfortable, elegant and suit me.

- I have thick, jet black hair that reaches my butt that I plait and as I walk, the plait sways from side to side.

- I wake up at 4.30 AM every morning and not want to kill the nearest human being.

- I drink a large glass of cold milk without my stomach blowing up like a parade balloon.

- I write a document and my client says “that is a good document you’ve written” instead of chewing my head off over the fuzzy details of whether the noun must have an article preceding it or not.

- I write a hilarious novel ala Wodehouse.  Just one will do.

- I pig out on cakes and custards and not feel the extra tyres instantaneously appear.

-  I cook a delicious sambar.  And while we are at it, the rasam and curry are good too.  All on the same day. Gasp !

- I lie down to sleep and wake in the morning not remembering having dreamt at all.  Or if I do, the dreams are not about being unprepared for an exam, or walking down the street naked and such like.

- I sew my own clothes (or at least the holes in my existing ones) without the thread getting all entangled and giving up its ghost in my mere presence.

What are yours?

 

 

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I say

Asia is the world’s largest and most populous continent, located primarily in the eastern and northern hemispheres. It covers 8.7% of the Earth’s total surface area and comprises 30% of its land area. With approximately 4.3 billion people, it hosts 60% of the world’s current human population.

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 The most commonly accepted boundaries place Asia to the east of the Suez Canal, the Ural River, and the Ural Mountains, and south of the Caucasus Mountains (or the Kuma–Manych Depression) and the Caspian and Black Seas.[4][5] It is bounded on the east by the Pacific Ocean, on the south by the Indian Ocean and on the north by the Arctic Ocean.

Says Wikipedia, and I think this is geographically correct.  Yet, I wonder why Westerners (and by that I adopt their own quirk and mean “North Americans”, although technically even Banglorians are Westerners from where I live – but then “West” is a direction while “Asia” is a continent) say “Asians” when they mean “Chinese”?

Do other “Asians”, and by that I mean those belonging to the 4.3 billion people who occupy the largest continent in the world get as annoyed by this as I do ?

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