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It seems that Bloggers en masse are talking about periods and how it doesn’t ruin pickles. Some post (I have lost track of the links) talked about how it must be terrible being a Tamil Brahmin woman during periods. Further, the woman/ man commenting also says that, it is good to be a North Indian after all.

Most of the posts were rambling and I lost interest after reading a bit. She makes her point most nicely.

Thankfully (or not), my family is no upholder of archaic traditions. So, I grew up with no special treatment whatsoever. Of course, I hated periods. I still do. When I was a teenager, I had to wear Salwar Kameezes during those times, for my other clothes fitted too snuggly. I hated that. Now, I don’t even notice my periods, I am uniformly fat all through the year.

RESPECT

I want to grow up and become half as cool as her.

Supersonic Combustion

Helloji!

How INSANELY lame can one get?

IIT students have three genders: male, effeminate male, and masculine female.

Lookie, I am so witty. I even evoke the oldest stereotype.

I find this a little upsetting. Women do study sciences, they do get into engineering colleges and I daresay some make it into IIT too.

And they DO wax their arms, thread their eye-brows and are pretty even. Sigh.

I was telling The Boy – he is effeminate male and I masculine female, and how we truly complete each other to arrive at the much needed Yin and Yang balance.

He snorted derisively. How insufferable, I say.

Bloggers without Humour

I have been doing a lot of Blog reading lately. And I am sorry to say this, but I find a large number of Bloggers to be very humourless people. One might point out that, I am not about sparkling wit and full of humour myself, but lets just say that, it puts me in a better position to identify kindred souls. The women Bloggers are better though, even if they are altogether too clever.

This Blogger makes a compelling case of why not to fall in love with a Blogger. If I was one of those early Bloggers, I might have found it useful. Now it is a tad too late.

Envy

What can I say? This is what writing should be. I admire her.

Came across this page while Googling for Dear John letters!

Being Tamil

I am not really a Tamilian. Sure, I have lived in Madras all my life. I am born to Tamilian parents. I don’t know any Hindi. And very importantly, I don’t desire to know any Hindi either. But, I am not obsessive about my Tamil identity. I am not even sure if I have one. Having some kind of cultural identity seems important. I am too obscure for something like that. Besides, it is so boring.

When amma tries to turn me into one of those good Tamil girls, it annoys me. I am not even nice enough to pretend. So, I don’t understand why she must me even bother. What kind of thick skin does she posses? And where does one find that?

 

It annoys me when The Boy says that we go and see – Kattradu Thamizh. He says that only because I suggested that we watch – Jab We Meet. When I become North Indian, his Tamil pride hollers. If I had suggested that we watch the Good German, he would have said that we ought to watch – Jab We Meet. Bleh.

 

I don’t understand this girl. She is charming, articulate and flippant. And she is also difficult to ignore. I can’t help checking her blog every hour to see if she is updating it. If people didn’t do things for money, they would be so much better at what they did, no?

 

But then, I am rich. So, it is easy for me to say that.