Tagging, I thought, was a children’s game in which one player pursues the others until he or she is able to touch one of them, who then in turn becomes the pursuer.
But there is a different type of ‘Tagging’ game played in the blogworld. Today, The ‘Professor’ has tagged me. And this is the first time I have been tagged. Somehow, even when my seniors caught me for Ragging, I wasn’t scared. But this ‘tagging’ business is little scary, I thought, until I started writing…..and I found it cool! So here goes!
I’m thinking about:
Newspapers and retired life.
Exams are the worst thing that happened to mankind. (And got one on my head from the invigilator)
I want to:
Get the whole world to taste CTR’s Benne Masale Dose.
I had met RK Narayan and listened to his stories.
My wife asking me from the kitchen: Did you change the baby’s diaper?
How some people can be so quick in Mathematics?!
Not being quick in Mathematics.
Extremely unpredictable and moody.
Whenever my prediction is right.
Whenever I drive. OK, even when I am a pillion, I sing. Well, even when I walk, I hum along.
When I watch Deewar, Sadma, The last scene in ‘Kamanabillu’ and also thinking about the most precious commodity in the world, Amma.
I’m not always:
Impatient and angry.
I make with my hands:
Cartoons, Collages and Coffee
Extremely long posts. And that makes me light.
Rarely. I think ten out of two people don’t confuse.
All the newspapers and magazines in the world published till date. And I also need the time to read them all, from the ‘Masthead’ to ‘Printed and Published…’
I wish I had been born in Malgudi.