The side of the story

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You shoot the breeze with someone. He is witty, flippant, and always, scathingly insolent. Then, months later, he sends you something that he has written. It surprises you because you didn’t expect him to be this intelligent …not in this grown-up, seen-life-and-analyzed-it-fairly kind of way.

Abhishek sent me a link to what he had written. For the longest time, I have considered him to be a very good writer. Better than he thinks he is. But, and this is a huge revelation, he is more mature and sensitive than I ever gave him credit for.

This article has views I don’t necessarily agree with. In fact, I don’t believe for a moment that he is as blameless as this article makes him out to be.

But I know this much – that if I had such an argument with a friend, I would definitely not be as coherent as him.

Here’s the article: http://dumbnuts.wikispaces.com/Chennai

Like I say, it’s a wonderful feeling to be proven wrong.

Comments

karmic said…
Coherence or not, frankly nothing new in that article. It's just tiring to see these arguments. That being said it's an interesting debate and a well articulated position. Seen this regionalism all over the place incl the US.
That may be why I have not sought out people like me or desis. If I meet any then thats good, if I don't thats ok too.
To use a cliche.. why don't people just get along? There is a bigger picture people.
6:38 PM
± said…
I agree, he writes well :) And yes, being proven wrong at times is fun... but only at times.

Have been reading your long posts for a very long time. You're not such a bad writer yourself ;)

modesty doesnt suit you...
12:55 AM
Dadoji said…
> While I admire your attempt to preserve the Tamil language, I condemn your tendency to get militant about it.

Well said. My sister once had to pass through TN on her way to Lakshadweep. Her group did not get their reserved seats and had to fight with a bunch of women who were squatting. They ended up in a verbal duel where one group shouted "tamil is our national language" while the other group sand "honge kaamyaab".
10:03 AM
Mukta Raut said…
Hi Jay,

I wonder at what point these arguments tire you? Not just these..but any argument for that matter.

Hi Kapur,

Yes...he does. In fact, if Abhishek were to write a book (And i think he absolutely should), I'd buy it in a heartbeat.

And I am never ever modest. :-) Don't tell me you didn't get that from my earlier posts! he he...

Hi Dadoji,

Interesting...by the way, how was Lakshadeep? I want to go there...
11:37 AM
Dadoji said…
She had a blast. It was a college visit in line with her subjects. The photos and stuff she brought back were awesome. I will go there once my pillus grow up a bit.
1:14 PM
Hazel Dream said…
I agree he writes well
6:07 PM
karmic said…
Hi Jay,

I wonder at what point these arguments tire you? Not just these..but any argument for that matter.

Depends how I feel about it or my state of mind. I don't have world weary look about me though.
7:47 PM
Mukta Raut said…
Hi Jay,

:-) By 'you', I meant 'a person'? In general. I think about it sometimes.
8:02 PM
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