Have I ever mentioned that I always type out my blog posts on Google Docs and then copy-paste it here? Not the smartest thing to do that, because when you copy paste from anywhere into WP, all the format is lost. The Boldened (Bolded? Bold?) words, the italicized words, all of it. And when your Blog thrives on exaggeration (which by the way in the written word is all about boldening (Aaaargh!) or italicization), the whole purpose of the post is lost in translation. Oh, more accurately in transit. So, today I am typing this out on the WP drafts page itself. It is weird, but it will work.
I am tired of being judged by random people around me. I mean, it is highly unacceptable, the kind of opinions people form about you, without knowing you at all. Sample this , apparently I do not look like a bike person. Huh? Excuse me? Oh, and there’s more, I look like a bus/car person, and definitely not the one driving it. Haha funny. I am so lazy, and it is so obvious. Thank you so much. Not.
Oh, and then, I was told that I do not come across like someone who likes traditional South Indian food. Gah. I love my rasam, sambaar, thayir saadam people! I love appalaams, and vadams. Sigh. So I cant stand kootu, or avial, but that doesn’t say anything. And ok, so I do not like ordering Indian food when out, except perhaps at a dhaba, but then I refuse to see the point in spending 750 bucks on a tiny katori sized kadhai (or perhaps kadhai shaped katori) of navratan korma. I would rather spend it on an even tinier portion of quesadillas or some other similarly exotically named item. And on an unrelated note, my it gladdens my heart to note that WP does not recognise quesadillas, like it doesn’t recognise Navratan. Korma, it does. Surprising.
To continue, us colleagues were reminiscing the good old days when we studies Sanskrit, and I realised that I actually remember ‘Ram’ dhatu and ‘Phal’ dhatu even now. I would recite it here, but I don’t want to scare the few generous souls who still have me on their reader away. But I do not care so much for the sentiments of my colleagues, so I was merrily reciting away, when this one person says, “Somehow I cannot imagine you knowing all this.” This stumped me. So much so, that if I were the kind who used emoticons in their posts, I would post a gigantic colon followed by that straight line which is on the same key as back slash. What do you mean missy? I don’t look the kind who studied Sanskrit in school, and why would that be? How do people who study Sanskrit in school look, please tell me? Anyway, I was only stumped, not offended, so I let it be. ‘Cause hell hath no fury like a DI offended. And I was not, like I said, so no fury, no hell, nothing.
And it is not to do only with me alone. One of the most amusing comments in the recent times was when we broke the news of my pregnancy to this close friend, who immediately went “Whaaaa! I would have never guessed you two to be the baby kind!” Here however, there was some background. Apparently, as a couple, the two of us gave out this extremely bindaas (which I am assuming to be a nicer way of saying irresponsible) air, what with all our partying, pubbing, road-trips, movie marathons et al, that she never thought we would venture into something as big as having a baby. It seemed unbelievable to her, the thought of it.
Anyway long story short, I have decided to document all the interesting observations people have about me, and the resulting opinions they form about me , which they then lovingly convey to me. Because, I am pretty sure I will find some striking contradictions eventually. And then I will look at those, and laugh. To myself of course, because I am not sure the ones who contribute to this treasure would be necessarily around or more importantly, interested.
And till the time that happens, I will get my lazy, bus riding, only Italian cuisine consuming, non-Sanskrit knowing self to mind that little thing squirming next to me, bum in the air, which, by the way, is quite unbelievable. Unbelievably cute, i.e. , when not bratty. Ok, even when bratty, but the cuteness does get overshadowed by the brattiness at times, and then , you’re all ‘Argh!’ instead of ‘Awww’, but we’ll stop that for now, and do a Zo post for y’all soon. Deal? Deal.
Till then, please don’t judge me?