What do you do when you have no title?
Well...you still write. :) - Titles are essential I guess. They're like names aren't they? They define you. Imagine books without titles, case studies, papers, roads, countries, rivers, etc., without a name! Would we number them? Would we then be like R2D2? Now even that is a name or title come to think of it. Then how did the Bard make a comment, 'A rose by any other name..' hey Bardie...you were wrong methinks. How would I know a rose as a rose if I knew it by any other name? Or no name? Oh whatever!
Ok listen up! I've got a new definition for myself. I'm asexual. What? Yes yes! I'm asexual. Sounds like the hermaphrodite that we studied in Biology in college. God! Am I an earthworm? Ugh! Egads! Jumping Hogwart!
The media has come up with yet another classification. 'Not driven by sex' apparently, but 'seeking emotional intimacy'. Wow! So all the media pundits in advertising agencies including you Bunty, you've got yet another section that you can work into your permutation of 'the best target audience'. Some more grist to the media buying mill. Hallelujah!
A1B2 and now asexual too. The more the classifications, the definitions, the more straitjacketed we get. As if being an Indian, South Indian, Tamil Brahmin, Iyer, from xyz social strata wasn't enough. So is all this about identity? A route to the eternal question that has perplexed human kind - who am I? If Little Prince were here, what would he think I wonder! Wouldn't be one bit amused for sure.
Got my hair cut. Actually what's the difference between hair cut and hair trimmed? They're the same thing. Just that with the latter one would expect a drastic change, well not drastic, but a makeover. Which means that the next time I go to the salon and come out looking like a new woman, it means I'd have had my hair styled. Styled! I like the sound of that.
I liked the sound of his voice on the other side of a cell phone. A long conversation. My heart was going thump thump thump! Could he hear it? I cut the conversation short. I was afraid. Of an inadvertent slip. I do like him.
I'm surprised. More than that, I'm happy! Very happy. Wow! Why can't more Sundays end like this?
Can I hope?
Ok listen up! I've got a new definition for myself. I'm asexual. What? Yes yes! I'm asexual. Sounds like the hermaphrodite that we studied in Biology in college. God! Am I an earthworm? Ugh! Egads! Jumping Hogwart!
The media has come up with yet another classification. 'Not driven by sex' apparently, but 'seeking emotional intimacy'. Wow! So all the media pundits in advertising agencies including you Bunty, you've got yet another section that you can work into your permutation of 'the best target audience'. Some more grist to the media buying mill. Hallelujah!
A1B2 and now asexual too. The more the classifications, the definitions, the more straitjacketed we get. As if being an Indian, South Indian, Tamil Brahmin, Iyer, from xyz social strata wasn't enough. So is all this about identity? A route to the eternal question that has perplexed human kind - who am I? If Little Prince were here, what would he think I wonder! Wouldn't be one bit amused for sure.
Got my hair cut. Actually what's the difference between hair cut and hair trimmed? They're the same thing. Just that with the latter one would expect a drastic change, well not drastic, but a makeover. Which means that the next time I go to the salon and come out looking like a new woman, it means I'd have had my hair styled. Styled! I like the sound of that.
I liked the sound of his voice on the other side of a cell phone. A long conversation. My heart was going thump thump thump! Could he hear it? I cut the conversation short. I was afraid. Of an inadvertent slip. I do like him.
I'm surprised. More than that, I'm happy! Very happy. Wow! Why can't more Sundays end like this?
Can I hope?
posted by Livin @ 7/17/2005 10:43:00 PM
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