Archive for October, 2004
Where did the Malayali study?
In the ko-liage.
Why did the Malayali not go to ko-liage today?
He is very bissi.
Why did the Malayali buy and air-ticket?
To go to Thuubai, zimbly to meet his ungle in the Gelff.
I am not me! I wear a mask. And its not the same mask I wear all the time. The mask changes depending on the role I have to play. Its relative to time, place and people. I try to hide my real self. I try to be somebody else. I try to make an ‘impression’. I try to live an image which I am not.
I don’t remember how long have I been wearing the ‘masks’. But I guess it must have been a really long time. Maybe from the time, I was learning to talk and walk. It wasn’t my will. It was people’s expectations. I was supposed to act ‘perfect’. Though I have never been perfect but have strived to act by wearing these ‘masks’.
Dashed across this website http://subservientchicken.com/ There’s a video (no audio, so don’t worry if you don’t have headphones) display showing a man dressed as a chicken.Below it, there’s a textbox wherein you just type any instructions you want to give that chicken and he’ll do it right then and there for you to see on the video display.
At that moment, it seemed to me that time stood still, and the god surged within me. When I looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, I learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke – the language that everyone one earth was capable of understanding their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than earth. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had ours here. She smiled, and that was certainly love – the love I had been awaiting, without even knowing I was, for all my life.
“Is there a tamil version of this movie running in any theater?”, asked one of them standing beside me to his friend. They had come to watch “The Village” by M. Night Shyamalan. “Big deal. He is namma oorukkara machha (he is from our land). We’ll watch it in English itself.”, said the other. “No he is not a Tamilian. I think he is a Mallu guy.”, argued one of them from the group. “So be it. He is an Indian and so are we”, said one of them.
Some time ago I received a call from colleague. He was about to give a student a zero for his answer to a physics question, while the student claimed a perfect score. The instructor and the student agreed on an impartial arbiter, and I was selected
I read the examination question: “SHOW HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO DETERMINE THE HEIGHT OF A TALL BUILDING WITH THE AID OF A BAROMETER.”