It's been, I think, over a month since I officially [ I don't know why I said that, but it sounds grand anyway] turned Brownie. And I am enjoying every minute of it.
If you are an Unreasonable Person, log out now. An Unreasonable Person is someone who will post a message on this holy space negating my very presence. He/she/third gender will painfully proceed to explain why I am an idiot, while all along, I've been trying hard to explain why I am a Brownie. You won't get the bleddy point if you are an Unreasonable Person. So you bleddy well leave now. Go Away.
I don't intend to post funny things about life on this page. And I don't intend to drown in chicken soup either. I intend to record here what Gounder Brownie feels about Certain Things.
Gounder Brownie is not a feudal lord who chomps bananas [oh okay, ben-a-nas] on a haystack and pulls off the saris of nubile fairy princesses. Gounder Brownie does not play with bambarams on elfine navels.
Gounder Brownie [there are no pronouns for Brownies, so you must excuse the repetitiveness, if you don't excuse it, Go Away], on the other hand, is an extremely well-behaved and extremely likeable kid. I became a Brownie one fine day because I wanted to yell 'Podi' to a number of 'persons' and I could not. These persons wear quotes for breakfast, lunch and dinner and are usually anti-coats.
Gounder Brownie's Three Important Lessons.
a. A brownie is not brown. The word 'brownie' comes from 'brow' which implies high intellectualism.
b. A brownie does not care to be politically correct. On the other hand, Brownieism is so much anti-essentialism that being a Brownie is way past being politically correct.
c. A brownie has no gender/race/caste/creed/community. No bar. But car, yes. I do have one, though I can't drive it. I can't bring myself to say a brownie has no sex. I might.
Gounder Brownie wishes to end with Eliot.
"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
I do not like human voices.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Why I am a Brownie
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Hey GB,
ReplyDeleteI am sure that by the time you see this comment, humans would probably live on Neptune and Earth would be inhabited by Ground Mehyls and Brownies. Because this comment has been written in 2021, exactly 9 years after you turned into a Brownie. Officially. I was just a mere toddling, bawling, 5 year old creature who never got tired of eating carrot halwa.Or Beetroot ones.
Probably you would never see
this comment, but, never mind.
I actually read your posts in the wordpress blog a few days ago.But then google seemed to think that I am robot even if I passed all the dumb CAPTCHA tests. It asked me for about a 100 times after which I realised that wordpress was that security guard who thought that he was a member of the TIA.So couldn't comment there
After hearing about who a brownie is, I guess I am a brownie too(though not a blogging one like you, GB). Because even I want to send a howler to the ultimate"FOUR PEOPLE" naalu per who do not even know me or anyone else but have become th reason why I have to be (or at least try) a door mat. The rest is obvious.
And at this point, I have to clarify that a brownie is an extremely sophisticated creature, and not a muted dessert which cannot even cry when someone is eating it up.
Anyway, GB, I am not going to say things like "YOU ARE AWESOME!" and other useless quotes wearing a "be optimistic!" TShirt. Absolutely not. All I want to say is that whatever you write, be it the blogging or you works, is extremely relatable. I hope you see this.
- cyclopsa sillica,
also called Neeroo,