Selective Amnesia

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009

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.

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Hyderabad, Telengana and Andhra Pradesh

Dear people of Andhra. Fear not. Let Telengana be ruled from Hyderabad. As the truest Madras boy of them all, I offer to share my city with you. Tamil Nadu and Andhra Pradesh shall once more be united under Madras.

Sunday, December 13th, 2009

In which Chandrachoodan is ready to be married off

I made Lemon rice for lunch today. Three or so days ago, it was Carrot saadham and Velirikkai pachadi. I have already shown you how I make soup and stuff, and can whip out a good Rasam any day. I cannot sing, but appreciate good music. I am calm, humble, and homely.
In other words, I am the perfect middle-class housewife material. All prospective grooms, pliss to come ponnu paathufy.

On the other hand, to take this post firmly into androgynous waters, I am a Real Man ^TM. I ironed my own shirt for the first time since coming to Bristol. (Because till y’day, I didn’t posses an iron, and academia doesn’t appreciate knife-edged creases on your shirts as much as they look for it in your 5000 word essay.) But coming back to the point, I ironed my own shirt, and a few trousers and a boxer, all alone in true RealMan fashion.

That gives me three career paths to explore if the aforementioned 5000 word essay (and its brothers and uncles and bastard sons) all go up in flames. Housewife. Small time cook. Roadside isthiri man.

Thursday, December 10th, 2009

Music in ads, then and now.

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

To the visitor from Brampton, Ontario

Hello!

Much, much, much many thanks. 27 page views over 30 minutes? Wow! Even I don’t spend that much time on my blog.

C

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

Presenting, Chandrachoodan

Word to the wise. If you have an important presentation tomorrow, and you don’t yet know what you are going to talk about, don’t sleep. Stay up till 7 AM, upload photos to flickr or manically facebook.

On the other hand, if you have a VERY IMPORTANT presentation tomorrow, and you don’t yet know what you are going to talk about, go to sleep NOW. Wake up half an hour before you need to present, shower and get to class.

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

Remembering

Till I got to Bristol, I had no idea how deep the wound of the two world wars were in the western world. In the last 2 something months, I’ve come to appreciate that and know how much the people here have been shaped by the war.
Every town, every village remembers its soldiers. And a war memorial/cenotaph wherever space can be made.

An event on a comparable scale happened in India. Though, it has gone largely unnoticed and hurriedly, perhaps guiltily, forgotten. The Bhopal Gas Tragedy.

I was 2 years old and in Madras when that happened, so I cannot really claim to be affected by it in any way. But I do know of what happened and to whom, from reading reports and stories in the last few years. This year is the 25th anniversary of that event, and a few people are doing all they can to see that, if not justice, at-least recognition and remembrance is given to the victims of the accident.
With them I shall say “I’m a Bhopali“.