I am becoming total Rouwsu Raajalatchimi. It is oddly liberating. Like setting free my inner goddess. Or something.
Someone told me they did not think I was the vijay padam watching dappakoothu listening type. I totally am. The url of this blog is "vadaporsche" for god's sake! Full gethu.
It is amusing how easily people believe the facades you put up, without even realizing that you are all in a masquerade.
But what is the real you? What you are? Or what everyone sees you as? You know, "you cannot see the complete picture when you are part of it" and "you need a mirror to show you what you are" and all that. If you are able to show different facets of yourself to different people, does that not make you the elephant that the blind men tried to see? Speaking of, the story says the blind men went into a dark room to feel the elephant. One, "feeling" the elephant sounds a bit... perverse. Two, if they are blind, why the dark room? Or was it just men trying to "feel" and elephant in a dark room? Which is worse, no? Pornographic redundancy only that story is. Periya philosophical parable am.
So, in short, I called you a phoney and an elephant. See? Rouwsu Raajalatchimi. Total fun it is being that. Err, being me.
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4 comments:
second para konjam tangential, illai na humourous and irreverent as usual
buddy: true. irreverence is easier when hiding behind a thin veil of anonymity.
have you read this book called insects are just like you and me just that they have wings? going by your writing you might like it.free
soin: no, but I've read a couple of stories by Kuzhali Manickavel, and I liked them a lot. Will go hunt for this. Thanks!
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