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Archive for November, 2007

I don’t wear it around my neck always.
Why? maamis ask.
Why not?I retort.
But you are married, no?
At times, in a fit of pique, I let that go unanswered, indicating as living in sin. 
For myself I ‘ve tried excuses:
 *I don’t wear it after a fashion-Illai, I hardly follow trends 
 * Villains on the street might snatch my chain- Perhaps
 *My [...]

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Midnight. Anna International Airport, Chennai. Even if the lights go out, you can identify the terminal for the Singapore flight.Just gravitate towards the point that sounds most like a Pattukottai Azhagiri or a Periyar bus stand. The dialect is colourfully rustic Tamil. The conversation pertains to small town concerns. The place even smells like a town [...]

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When I was considered old enough to take the public bus transport to school, Amma found a kind teacher, a neighbour, to chaperone me on the ride to school and back.
 
Each afternoon  a wiry lungi- clad man would swing on a bicycle, grazing us and mumble: ”Oi, semma kattai!” and other obscenities. One day Mandavelli maami retorted:”Poda, [...]

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Mapping Men

In London, Renuka would be part of them ladettes-those hard drinking, highly driven, successful  career women, past mid-thirties, who enjoy life, but can’t seem to hold down a man. What do they call them in Madras? The Mylapore maamis call her,”Romba kettava“. The South Madras chicks sneer, “Left on the shelf ya”. I like to hold their hands.  
“Have you tried?” [...]

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