Yesterday morning I saw a middle-aged Malayali man standing outside the boss's door. He was looking right at me. He looked so familiar that I smiled at him. He continued to look at me without smiling back. I realized that we had never met before. Also, now I have forgotten his face. Demonstrated effects of forward thinking.
My boss is a middle-aged Malayali man. He has many middle-aged Malayali men friends and acquaintances. As a result, I have smiled at atleast 50 if not 53 middle-aged Malayali gentlemen over the past year.
A few days ago, this remarkably forward thinking individual told me that at Kerala House, one can get delightful lunch at delightfully cheap prices. Fans and Avid Readers are hereby informed that I really really want to go and eat lunch at Kerala House but I am unable to do so out of fear of running into one or many of the above mentioned middle-aged Malayali men. They all look alike and they all smile a lot - and I get easily confused so I fear I may end up smiling back at a man I don't even know, which may confuse him into thinking that I'm a forward thinking individual.
"Using unsafe colors, wasting water, consuming narcotics and groping women is not my culture."
-- A colleague
Women's Day musings: I would just like to say that in 2012, not many girls have the pleasure of holding their grandmother's visiting cards. Not many boys do, either. But it is so different, as a girl, to experience something revolutionary that your grandmother did, and feel like because of her, this is one less battle you have to fight - and one more instance that reminds you of how important it is that you make sure that by the time you have your own granddaughter, she doesn't bat an eyelid at being handed your visiting card.