Sriram Karra (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} skarra) wrote,@ 2007-06-20 00:41:00 |
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The "Right Side" of ...
Some time yesterday I crossed over into what now clearly appears to be the right side of 30. To mark this remarkable moment (at least for most single south indians) I feel a strong urge to do the following from now on:
- Start every other statement with "You seee...." when talking to people
- Adopt "Furlongs" as the sole unit of measure when responding to strangers asking for directions/disantance
- Offer "They will make it up at night" as a reassurance when fellow passengers complain about your train running late
- Refuse to concede that any living artist can even dream of reproducing Semmangudi's Mukhari from the 1960 Chennai Airport kutchery
- Stump a teenaged cousin with "Do you remember me? I used to come to your house when you lived in Sri Puram 3rd Street? ... No? Never mind. you were only 2 years old at the time"
- Pick up and throw back cricket balls that come rolling my way on the street, without fearing loudly expressed words of gratitude that might go "Thaaank youuuu, UNCLE"
Some time yesterday I crossed over into what now clearly appears to be the right side of 30. To mark this remarkable moment (at least for most single south indians) I feel a strong urge to do the following from now on:
- Start every other statement with "You seee...." when talking to people
- Adopt "Furlongs" as the sole unit of measure when responding to strangers asking for directions/disantance
- Offer "They will make it up at night" as a reassurance when fellow passengers complain about your train running late
- Refuse to concede that any living artist can even dream of reproducing Semmangudi's Mukhari from the 1960 Chennai Airport kutchery
- Stump a teenaged cousin with "Do you remember me? I used to come to your house when you lived in Sri Puram 3rd Street? ... No? Never mind. you were only 2 years old at the time"
- Pick up and throw back cricket balls that come rolling my way on the street, without fearing loudly expressed words of gratitude that might go "Thaaank youuuu, UNCLE"
