Selective Amnesia There was a point to this. But I forgot.

August 1996

It just struck me this evening, walking home to Saidapet from College of Engineering/Anna University that very soon a whole bunch of kids will be in college who’ve never lived in Madras. Sure, they’ve lived all their lives in Chennai. But it’s not the same thing. Also a revelation is that a bunch of these kids would have been in class 2 or class 3 when I left school. 13 years on, I have a blog, a few photos and a heavily bearded face to show for it.

Pat on my back

Sometimes, I crack myself up. A friend on twitter wrote, “morose”. To which I came back, “code. Why the long dash?”

More Aural pleasure

I am seriously, very seriously considering changing my long-held agnostic belief. Music wise, that is. At-least, Madras/Tamil film music wise. The whole of last evening and the last 2 hours was spent tracking down and listening to IR stuff, and in the process listened to all the tracks from his 1988 album ‘How to name it’ repeatedly. Bravo.

As an aside, I am not sure how to interpret recent stats for my blog. 67 uniques a day on average. But almost entirely search results and the occasional link from posts long lost in the archives of others’ blogs. I am no longer the relevant or popular blogger I (never?) was. Oh well.

Question

Would a cultured, kindly and important resident of Berlin be an Urbane, germane, humane urban German human?

The fragrance of ignorance

The big question is, to my mind at least, does camphor know of donkeys? Is camphor aware of the smell of a donkey.

Data type mismatch

The Shiv Sena, a party that found its mojo by asking Tamils in Bombay to get the fuck out, have an office in Madras. I don’t yet know what their manifesto is, but it will be interesting.

(That concludes the only Political post ever on SelAm)