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I came across this interesting application called Typelyzer, which analyses your personality type from your blog posts!
Here’s what it said about me. Don’t know what to make of it I guess 
ISFP – The Artists
The gentle and compassionate type. They are especially attuned their inner values and what other people need. They are not friends of many words and tend to take the worries of the world on their shoulders. They tend to follow the path of least resistance and have to look out not to be taken advantage of.
They often prefer working quietly, behind the scene as a part of a team. They tend to value their friends and family above what they do for a living.
Last night, at the dinner table, Amamma (my grand mother) was recounting memories of me combing her hair as a child. Apparently it was an activity both of us enjoyed immensely. There are over a bazillion photographs of me caught in the act of running a comb through her hair, intensely concentrating, as if my life depended on getting it right. And she’s always gushing about how lovely it feels to have little hands run through her hair. It’s become one of those famous (or should I say infamous?) family anecdotes that has been told and retold to anybody who would care to hear.
I was therefore a little surprised when she asked me if I remembered the incident. My instant retort was “of course I do”. But on cooler thought I wonder if I really do. I wonder if it’s the memory itself or if its the memory of the stories narrated in graphic detail to me. Interestingly, while I think I remember the incident, the exact details are just such a haze, perhaps because I’ve heard the story from several people, each adding his/her own twist to the tale. Lets spice it up by adding details about the frock she wore when she was combing her grand mother’s hair, or lets talk about the fact that she herself was bald at that stage, having got her head tonsured at Tirupathi only a month earlier.
I am always a tad bit amused when people tell me that they have a great memory for incidents of the past, the kind that happened long long ago, when they were still children. I now wonder if those are indeed their memories or memories of other people’s memories.
So good memory is such a dicey thing, its seems to be more of a collection of several fragments of memories, belonging to several individuals.
The authorities at the Warrington Bank Quay station in Cheshire have banned couples from indulging in long kisses on the railway platform. They claim these passionate shows of affection are causing delays for travelers, and have put up a No Kissing sign in front of the building. Couples are being asked to express their affection for each other in a designated Kissing Zone.I wonder if they have considered taking help from the Ram Sena or the Bajrang Dal..
more about “The Hungry Tide › Add New Post — Word…“, posted with vodpod
I recently started using igoogle and one of the applications on it is a you tube player. I can use the youtube player to hunt for videos and download them. But the player also showcases interesting videos that are made. I simply loved this one, hope you like it too!
Every time I head home to Chennai, I look forward to vegetating on my mother’s couch, watching tv all day. And I am always a little amused that my sister, who is an introvert in comparison, is always busy making plans. Plans to catch up with an old friend from school over coffee, plans to head for a college friend’s engagement or plans to call a friend in another country. I am not talking about the effort it takes to keep in touch with these friends, I mean it is the age of social networking sites, free video conferencing on the internet and very inexpensive phone calls. I guess I am more amazed by her ability to relate to this assortment of friends.
I like to believe that I have met some interesting people, but rarely do I find them interesting all the time. They are usually fun to be with as long as there is a common space that we share. Take for instance my school friends. We were inseparable until the point that we got into different colleges and headed our own ways. Similarly with my group of AIESEC friends. There was a point when my phone wouldn’t stop ringing, thanks to them. And then suddenly, as if the year that we spent meant nothing, we just moved our own ways.
University has been no different. We were an odd group of seven. We probably landed up together because each of us felt out of place in the groups that were formed on the basis of a shared language. I simply couldn’t see myself hanging out with the other tamils on campus; not because I thought they were weird or anything, but because I just didn’t seem to have anything in common with them. At the end of two years, when it was time to graduate, we were just so emotional about moving apart. The class room arguments, the booze parties, long aimless walks across the campus and chai at gops- everything seemed to be coming to an abrupt end. All of us wished that we had more time.
But a year into our respective careers, most of us still in hyderabad, we seem to have distanced ourselves. A certain something has just snapped. Things have just fizzled out in such a lame manner. It’s a bit like a movie with a brilliant climax but an insanely tame ending.
I was speaking to Gogs about it this evening and he seemed to feel the same. He was recounting our final trip to the water tank on campus. This was right after our final booze party and on the day that Carolyn was leaving. I couldn’t help being a little amused as I remembered the drama of the moment And then it struck both of us that the bunch would never share the same chemistry, would never go on that insane climb up the water tank, dangerously perched at least a 100ft above the ground, just to catch a glimse of the campus in all its splendor, against the backdrop of the rising sun.
But suddenly I am jolted into realizing that these thoughts sully that moment, that memory. I suppose I have learned my lesson. I’d rather remember the moment with pleasure, cherish it for what it was than foolishly wish that things wouldn’t change.
A colleague of mine suggested that I attempt this, I thought it would make a good first post for my new blog.
- I suffer from verbal diarrhea.
- I know that getting to the end of this list is child’s play for me.
- I like to think I am quite entertaining…well at least most of the time.
- I have a bad spelling problem.
- I used Microsoft word to check the spelling of diarrhea.
- When I get around to writing a book, I will have to acknowledge Bill Gates for creating a spell check option for Microsoft word.
- I suffer from a chronic disgust for body hair.
- I once played a role in a play titled ‘Vagina Monologues’. I played a role of a woman who was angered by her ex husband’s disgust for vaginal hair.
- While playing the role, I made an honest attempt to feel the same things that my character did- she loved her vaginal hair and believed that without it her vagina would be like a “house without a lawn, a leaf without a flower.”
- I failed miserably, but at least I hated her ex husband and felt happy that she left him.
- I am a commitment freak.
- I take an age falling for a guy, then have commitment issues and then take another age getting over the guy.
- So most of the time, I am trying to get over a guy.
- I currently live with my grand parents.
- Most people think me a loser for it.
- But I know I’d see myself as a loser if I walked out on them.
- I love reading.
- Amitav Ghosh is my current favorite, that explains the title of my blog.
- I tend to get extremely involved with anything that’s important to me.
- But that’s not a good thing, I can rarely focus on more than one thing at a time.
- This is my third personal blog, I created it because I’ve given the link to my earlier blogs to way too many people I know.
- Chances are that ten posts later, I’ll be trying to create another blog.
- I dislike awkward situations, even those that don’t concern me. I often have the desperate urge to walk out of a room where two other people are arguing over something that doesn’t concern me.
- I have a keen sense of smell and can freak out people by telling them the exact name of the perfume/deo they’re using.
- But this is also a huge draw back, I can’t stand body odor. Smelly armpits, smelly feet, smelly breath- they’re all a huge disturbance for me.
