Nehavish is the winner of the Avataram sponsored, in memory of Brahmeboodha Suryanarayana Iyer Thatha short-story contest.
Her story is most funny and is a tribute to the finest creation - Tamizh Maamis.
Krishashok’s was nice too. Except that, he missed Madras in his story. And worse, mentioned Karnataka!
Avataram, I should get a prize too. For having hosted this contest.
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Drug Induced
I have been feeling neither too Tamizh or Penn like, the last few days. Trichy was rainy and Madras is as hot as ever. I can’t handle it when the temperature drops. I need the Madras heat.
I am told chikungunya is back in the air (many cases in Kerala) and that I might be dying even. It is neither a very glamorous or very Tamizh illness. I hate the nomenclature of the illness that has such a North Indian sound to it, like it originated from Lucknow.
Note to Self: I should never leave Madras. Ever.
Our regular doctor is vacationing at this point, so had to consult one of those young, well-dressed, annoying doctors. His name was Prabhakar, which could mean that he is either a Tamizh, Mallu or a Gult. Or god forbid, even one of those North Indian chaps. He was very unfriendly and ambiguous with his diagnosis.
And now I am feeling just a little high after all the drugs that I have consumed.
At office, people are beginning to bore me now. Everyone insists on discussing very grand and esoteric stuff. Like two overzealous boys were discussing on the greatness of – TT Krishnamachariar versus C. P. Ramaswami Iyer and their contribution to pre-independence India.
They ask for my help to resolve the issue.
Aiyyo, I say. And I came back home.
Who knows and who cares anyway?
All I know is both have streets named after them. Also that one of them was instrumental in starting a company that sells condoms today and the other wrote forewords of insanely large number of books, including for the Tamil translation of Milton’s Paradise Lost that one had to read in college.
At least, I am unwell. Others have no excuse to be boring.
To cheer self up, I have a contest, in memory of Avataram’s omnipresent thatha and his ghost. I forget his name now, so let’s just call him B Thatha.
So you must attempt to write a story that has the following keywords:
1. Madras
2. World Naked Bike Race (WNBR)
3. Sir Mokshagundam Visvesvarayya
Keep it short and funny. Avoid obscenity and Iyengaar characters. Mention of turban shall fetch you brownie points.
Avataram has generously agreed to sponsor a prize even, some book about fat people. I think.
I am told chikungunya is back in the air (many cases in Kerala) and that I might be dying even. It is neither a very glamorous or very Tamizh illness. I hate the nomenclature of the illness that has such a North Indian sound to it, like it originated from Lucknow.
Note to Self: I should never leave Madras. Ever.
Our regular doctor is vacationing at this point, so had to consult one of those young, well-dressed, annoying doctors. His name was Prabhakar, which could mean that he is either a Tamizh, Mallu or a Gult. Or god forbid, even one of those North Indian chaps. He was very unfriendly and ambiguous with his diagnosis.
And now I am feeling just a little high after all the drugs that I have consumed.
At office, people are beginning to bore me now. Everyone insists on discussing very grand and esoteric stuff. Like two overzealous boys were discussing on the greatness of – TT Krishnamachariar versus C. P. Ramaswami Iyer and their contribution to pre-independence India.
They ask for my help to resolve the issue.
Aiyyo, I say. And I came back home.
Who knows and who cares anyway?
All I know is both have streets named after them. Also that one of them was instrumental in starting a company that sells condoms today and the other wrote forewords of insanely large number of books, including for the Tamil translation of Milton’s Paradise Lost that one had to read in college.
At least, I am unwell. Others have no excuse to be boring.
To cheer self up, I have a contest, in memory of Avataram’s omnipresent thatha and his ghost. I forget his name now, so let’s just call him B Thatha.
So you must attempt to write a story that has the following keywords:
1. Madras
2. World Naked Bike Race (WNBR)
3. Sir Mokshagundam Visvesvarayya
Keep it short and funny. Avoid obscenity and Iyengaar characters. Mention of turban shall fetch you brownie points.
Avataram has generously agreed to sponsor a prize even, some book about fat people. I think.
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