Monday, April 27, 2009
Pareltank has tagged me with this Honest scrap tag and has managed to get me on cloud nine with the so called 'award' description.Whoever wrote it-Bless you soul!
Pareltank is a blog which I read with a mixture of awe and inspiration. Some years down the line, I hope and aspire to be like her.So I am jumping at this tag like a kid getting balloons from a circus fair.
“This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.”
“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!”
Since I have done a couple of 10 things-25 things about me-random unknown facts-I am not so sure about the preservation of originality of the tag. I guess I would stick with embarassing but not necessarily sad or bad honest things about me.
- Perfect Strangers
I have this nasty or delightful (open to subjective interpretation) habit of meeting perfect strangers.They might be people I met online, or through blogs or friend of a friend of a friends cousins friend (you get the idea). And surprisingly or not, I have made great friends through this adventure rides. Most of my current 'good friend' list belongs to this category.
Read about one of those encounters here by Nariyal Chutney. Though I have always read of frightening accounts of how these meeting random strangers can be disastrous- I so far have had only the best of experience in this.They are all gems of gems.So much so that, I even married a 'once upon a time perfect stranger' whom I now can vouch for as my bestest friend. Talk about counting blessings.:)
I was called prank queen by my friends in college and hostel.And used to do things which is normally 'thallukollitharam (rowdyism for lack of better word). I have impersonated voices on phone, fooled many enchanted romeos, wrote love letters for a fee-I even had an impostor name-Jasmine an all pervasing- all religion name to fool all alike.All these were harmless pranks, till one day a guy actually was so enamoured that he was going to bring his parents and grandparents to the hostel to meet his muse and fix an engagement. That day 'Jasmine' died and with Jasmine my pranks too.
During school and pre grads, I was very much into debating,quizzes,elocution and stuff and kind of used to win something or the other. Since prizes involved money, there was even a mock association called 'Prasanga Thozhilali Union'(Elocution employees union)in which I was one of the youngest members.During my Predegree days, I went onto win almost all of the elocution competitions in Kerala at that time and raked in quite a bit of moolah. This did quite a bit of polevaulting of my ego and I was superconfident about my oratory and literary skills when I went to bangalore for my grads.And boy! What a reality check it was.I was under culture shock for the initial few months to even utter a word let alone orate.To lessen the insult to the injury, lets say I am still known for my exquisite Mallu English in one of the most esteemed and high profile "Englishized' colleges in Bangalore. And I have given upon it since then. Sometimes it takes failures to take away illusions of pride. Im still a work on progress on my English language skills.
I didnt quite choose the familiar doctor-engineer path and doesnt know how to quite explain it to people. I have a background in psychology,economics and sociology and did my Masters in Medical and Psychiatric Social work-with first work experience in the behavioural change communication and later on in social development projects-Now planning on to extend studies in global policy,legal empowerment and communication. And by the time, I reach to this point, I would have lost my audience.Actually I lose them from Psychology onwards.:P. Though, I am proud of doing something I love, I am quite embarassed about not being able to tell a layman about what exactly is my profession.
I am quite clueless on things like clothes,jewellery and so on. I kind of pick up the first thing that catches my eye without really analyzing it.And many a times, I feel my personality projection suffers because of this. I can go in rags to a business meeting and not even comprehend what I did wrong till someone spells it out to me.
-Can I skip?
I would love skipping careers given a choice-like one month, I would want to be a journalist, another an arcaheologist, another a diplomat, another a peace corps volunteer another a traveller ....the list goes on.Yeah-I dream one day people can actually hop skip and jump when they want to their desired careers.Rite, dream on!!!If only the world was less cruel.
-Fat v/s Thin
Once upon a time, I was stick thin so much so that I used to get swayed by a strong wind. I so wanted to be fat at that point of time. Nobody really recognizes me now because of that since I have considerably gained weight. And now, I am scared whether I would be called Fat. Guess grass is always greener on the other side.
-I miss India
Though I try to see the bright side of being an NRI, I think of and miss India every single day. I am ashamed of the fact that I have never voted and probably would never be able to since I still dont have my voters card. I question my eligibility to wonder and dream about a better India and is quite embarassed to tell anyone that I live in US now.
I am quite fascinated by fairytales and firecely believe on a happy ending to every woe. For the same reason I am fascinated with movie stars and movies.Like a child, I force myself to believe they live fairy tales in real which contributes to the nonsense habit of reading Times of India gossip page.
I am quite freaked out now about not knowing who is reading my blog.One of my neighbors read some random post of mine and went and told my mom that Im suicidal.:(...Eventhough, I do have the option of making it anonymous by changing the title or open to only invitees, I dont really feel like doing it. Et tu Brutus, I am gonna get ya!!
I pass on the award to these awesome bloggers
Akila- In appreciation of your energy and creativity.Go look for more blue doors
Anitha- To make you write more, because I simply know you would make an awesome blogger
Bombay dosti- I love the strength and poise of your words
Daughters of Tomorrow- I dont know whether you can be more honest than you already are.But Still...
Nikhil For being one of those awesome perfect strangers
Sandeep and Preetha
Its my wedding gift for you both. I know-what an annoying gift!..:P