Making a spectacle of oneself

I have been wearing glasses (not the whiskey ones) since I was in grade one. As proof I even have a mark on the bridge of my nose. Being a south Indian, I am proud to tell you that I share this so called ‘mark’ with a Superstar called Rajinikanth! Anyway, this post isn’t about me sharing a mark with the Superstar…but about this sudden urge in me to shift to contacts.

I am looking for blog ideas – please help!

I can blame work at office, plain laziness or perhaps the non-exciting life I am living right now. I haven’t been able to point at the right thing….but it is a fact that writing has become a chore. Need your help to tide over this crisis. Request you to give me topics to write on. Please leave a comment…and I expect your interest and interesting topics to get me into the writing mode again.

When I wanted to become a suicide bomber

Suicide bombing hadn’t yet become a career option – the middle classes still wanted their children to become an Engineer, a Doctor or a Collector. I decided to become a Collector, because I didn’t like what the only Engineer & Doctor I knew did for a living – the former was always flirting with the brick carrying lady while the latter preferred the nurse. I know, I was only 14 years old then…but you got to agree that we Rajans have that special something to spot a flirt.

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