Tell Tale 22: I forgot my words

I did not spend time with you for a while and now you seem to be forgetting me altogether. Am I to blame if I don't use all the words that I know of? Actually I went into a lengthy and tedious exercise of learning thousands of new English words, to score well in an English test. That was long time back and I cannot remember all those words now.

Ah! it was such a nice time. During the preparation I came to understand the beautiful curves of the language and even the maturity of the vocabulary. It seems, because your language has been around for a while, there is a word to describe every feeling humanly possible, and anything can be described succinctly in a canonical, unambiguous and meaningful way. And that was my style to be, for a while. The elegance of short and curt sentences. A little rhyme, perhaps. You know all that!

We were such good friends, me and my lovely words. But then, I got busy with other things, and I did not visit you frequently. I did not notice when you were around, now you have completely forgotten me. While I am to blame for not maintaining good relations, it was not all my fault, for I had too many words to count. And I did not really understand a few of you well enough to have a sentence party with.

You don't seem to understand, that I am really trying to make things work. I write infrequently, but I do try to use as many as possible but they you would not come to meet me. I started a blog, and it was a fine opportunity to give us a fresh start, but now, you have found new friends. You tell me that, bloggers like ATP, eM, Shoefiend, ... treat you like royalty. I try to explain to you that they are professional writers and journalists and these bloggers are "using" you, for their profit, but you are already drunk with their bribes. How do I explain to you that I truly love you guys?

Yes, I am quite notorious for making spelling mistakes, but you see this new blogger interface corrects me, that at least saves us the public humiliation. I understand when you say, good friends should at least be able to spell each other. I am trying, I truly am. But give me some time.

I promise to play with you. I promise to not cheat; I won't use the thesaurus. Do you remember?, in high school, when I was asked for the expansion for "SCUBA", I said "Sacrificial Claustrophobic Ululating Blanching Apparatus". Such fun we used to have!

Oh! my wonderful vocabulary, Please come back to me!

Red for Passion

and I would not have it. Apparently, Jaanavasam is not in vogue any more. While I have seen many handsome young men being paraded in a topless, red convertible, and goes to meet the bride, I will have to walk to meet my bride! Please hold while I sob inconsolably in front of my deity.

Jaanavasam has always been a point of pride for the Tam community, and shows our technological advancement, compared to stone age north, where they bring the groom on horseback. gah!

My dad had it, and I really believe him when he claims the car in the black&white photo is actually red. But it has always bothered me that he was not smiling in that photo. If my parents-in-law, take me in a slow moving vehicle to marry me their hopefully pretty daughter, why would I not smile? I know would not be able to resist being happy, especially with that flower thing that they will make me hold.

How degrading! damn!

Tell Tale 21 - And they lived happily ever after

Ramu was a mediocre student in school. He was not a very hard working student, and he had many reasons for being mediocre. He did not have a very good handwriting, and he was not particularly interested in Math either. Then, one of his teachers Mr. Ramayya found these two problems in Ramu and wanted to motivate him. Ramu was grateful for this new found help, and he took his teachers advice. He practiced cursive writing and his handwriting improved. He also started getting better with numbers.

He went to college and graduated with a Bachelor degree in Mechanical Engineering. He graduated with a Masters degree from a prestigious University in the US. He got a job in a Fortune100 company with a fine starting salary. He met Sita in his work place and they started going out. Initially they liked each other's company and soon they fell in love. They talked to their parents, and within a year of their first meeting there were engaged to marry. They went on a Europe trip for their honeymoon. Soon after their second honeymoon in Australia, they had two kids, one boy and a girl. By this time, both Ramu and Sita had both progressed well in their careers and together were earning more than $300K. They had settled in the US, and had both their parents living with them. Ramu and Sita loved each other, were very happy.

Their son is a very naughty boy and their daughter was quite a princess. Their kids had lots of friends and each had a unique set of talents. They both had good grades and went to Ivy League schools. They were very happy to have such wonderful kids.

By this time, Ramu and Sita has retired, and had saved more than 3 million dollars over the years. They wanted to go back to India and spend time in their home town, Madras. They bought a spacious bungalow in the outskirts and found themselves in touch with their roots.

Sita played the veenai, however she was an amateur. So, after her retirement, she started re-learning it from a professional player. She found it to be very refreshing. Soon she also started playing the veenai semi professionally and she enjoyed the musical world. Ramu, enjoys listening to Sita play her instrument. However, he too drealized his childhood dream of playing soccer. He became a soccer coach for a local high school. They were very happy to have realized their childhood dreams.

They also indulged in some light social work and charity. They funded the education of a poor young girl. They participated in blood drives, helped the needy with some funds, helped the sick get medicines and helped the illiterate with evening classes. They were very happy to help others.

Suddenly, one day, their son brought a girl home and introduced her as his girlfriend. Ramu and Sita were very excited to meet her and they showered them with blessings. His son was married and soon, their daughter also married a guy she loved. Before they knew, Ramu and Sita were playing happily with three grandkids.

Aw you poor thing!

Today, one of the favorite visitors to this blog said, "You used to write well, and then you stopped!". Aw! the poor thing almost cried. Not to worry my dearly beloved readers! Captain Kid is here, and he is going to write!