Dubukku thinks...

Isn't an Irony for all those runner-ups in beauty pageants to pose to be overwhelmingly happy when the winner is announced while the Title winners cry?

PS : Now if any of you comment/think the title “Dubukku Thinks” itself is an Oxymoron…You will soon receive a communication from Mr.Mogombo from Uganda for money transfer assistance. :)

Krithigai

This post contains lots of South Indian terms. Non-South Indians pls excuse as I can't find any appropriate links.

Yesterday we celebrated Krithigai in a typical "Desi" style. As we didn't have that many 'Vizhaku's' we decided to substitute with candles. We wrapped small thermocol blocks with foil paper for candle bases(as these were standalone candles). Traditional attire was the theme with my wife in Silk saree and my 3.5 yr old daughter in Pattu Pavadai and me in Dhoti. My little daughter was suspicious from the beginning about all these hoopla's and came out with the doubt "Am I getting married today mummy?". I had to struggle to explain her about this krithigai funda, but I couldn't tell her any stories about this (Is there any??). hmmm...It would have been more fun for her back home with whole city lit in lights and her grandparents telling all these background stories.

Where are we going?

I can't believe this. It was shocking to read this news about a cannibal who ate a (allegedly) willing victim after advertising in the internet. If the willing victim part is true, I can’t imagine how mad enough this person would have been to take a casual leave to attend this cruelty. Or was he mentally depressed?
On the other hand Cannibalism... Where are we going? To stone ages? The worst part is eating human flesh is not crime in many countries including Germany still.

Don’t read this if you are light hearted. Link

Concccccenntration

I don’t know if this is a negative or positive quality of mine. My concentration level during non academic reading is a bit very high that I don’t hear or see the world around me. (Note - only for non academic reading) My Mom had troubles with this habit of mine and now it’s my wife. This dates back to my school days. It all started when the local library in my hometown shifted to our street very near to my house. I used to be one among those few waiting for the library to open in the mornings (on weekends). Magazines would be available only in the reading room and are not generally available for lending. And because of this concentration habit I would hang around in the library from morning 8 till 12:30 when they close for lunch. It was a regular scene on Sundays for my mom to come to library and call me for morning Tiffin after the cut off time 10:30. Because it was a traditional house stretching horizontally that was converted to library and my mom being orthodox, she would not come into the library as there would be lots of men. Instead she would call out for me from the entrance. The reading room is the last in the horizontal stretch. My response time would depend heavily on her luck. On this particular day "India Today" overruled her luck and everyone in the library was calling out my name on her behalf. I was in my “India Today” world at one corner. After an intensive call out my mom was told there seems to be no one responding and was suggested that I might have returned home. After an hour, the librarian’s lunch time call brought me back to the world. I hurriedly took my books to him for getting it registered in my account for lending. And when I signed it, the librarian was shocked to learn that I was the fella whom the whole library was calling out. Needless to say I became a funny specimen to the whole library. I don’t remember any gains out of this selective hyper concentration except for those "Special Archana tickets" from the victims. My gains may soon drive me to search for a program/course to help reduce my concentration level. :)