Quirks of a not so perfect woman
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I’ve been tagged again. And if you’ve not been tagged yet then you must not exist… or are really unpopular… or boring… or maybe nobody wants to know about you… or maybe just forgotten… or… wait a minute… am I making you feel bad? Trust me that was not my intention. What was I saying now? Yes I’ve been tagged by Anuradha to tell you seven things that you don’t know about me. Almost everyone on CH1 is doing it…it’s like the latest fad or something. Princess Raji has opened up a Pandora’s Box of confessions that makes me feel like I’m sitting and watching Koffee with Karan or Oprah every time I get a blog update. So while everyone out there is busy digging up the most absurd things they can tell about themselves to outdo one another in wackiness… why should I be left behind eh? So here goes…
1) ‘Where are you from?’ I dread this question… it always gets so tricky, so let me try clarifying this once and for all. My Paternal Granddad was from a place called Hukkeri, Northern Karnataka; my grandmother was from Pune, Maharashtra… so that makes my Dad a Kanadda-Maharashtrian. My mother is an Anglo-Indian from Madurai (yes I have a Tamilian connection). I was born in Bangalore; I grew up in Miraj, Maharashtra… if anyone asks I say I am a Marathi Moolgi… which results in confused stares but anyway…. I am an Indian plain and simple. (I’ve even had a few people ask which country I’m from )
2) Believe it or not I’m not the only ‘Ellen Hukkeri’ in the world. I’m the third person to posses this unique name. Let me tell you a story… When my mother was 12 or 13 she read this beautiful book called Not My Will by Francena Arnold. The book influenced her so much that she decided to name her daughter ‘Ellen’ after the heroine. When I was born my father wanted to name me, his one and only daughter, after his mother. Well it was fortunate for my parents that my grandmother’s name was Ellen… the very first Ellen Hukkeri. My cousin is also named Ellen after my grandmother; she is the second Ellen Hukkeri. My second name ‘Joy’ is for my maternal grandmother Joyce.
3) I can’t play the guitar and I can’t sing (I know you can’t either but this is about ‘me’ right now). Everybody in my family including my mother can play the guitar… which makes me the black sheep of the family. My family has a whole book of jokes on ‘Why Ellen can’t play the guitar’ if you visit my home you may get to hear one of those jokes.
When I was about five years old, I remember my father making me practice a song, ’sing Ellen’ he said, ‘I’m singing Dada’ I replied, ’sing louder I can’t hear you’… so I sang as loud as I could. My parents must have shaken their heads in bewilderment wondering if they took the wrong baby home by mistake… they still say I can’t sing… which I whole heartedly agree to.
4) I may not have inherited my parent’s musical talents but I did inherit the Hukkeri family Absentmindedness. In a family full of absentminded cousins, aunts and uncles I happen to win first prize for losing things and forgetting things.
5) I suck at Math and Spelling. Yes spellings too… I’m quite horrible when it comes to spelling. Some of you who’ve chatted with me over OCS may have noticed… I can already imagine someone going suside suside. If it were not for MSWord I would be doomed. But the one thing I suck at the most is Math. If anyone were to ask me how much 6+8 is, I’ll count the answer on my hand. All through school Math was my worst nightmare. I managed to clear 10th with the bare minimum of marks in Algebra and Geometry. In 12th I conveniently gave up Math for the option of Geography… unfortunately I still had to struggle with problems in Physics till my first year BSc.
6) When I was 3 years old I started correcting my neighbours English. I wrote my first poem when I was 5. I could read through my textbooks without any help when I was 6,when I was 10 my favourite game was to lock myself up in a room and read Psalms from the King James Bible because I found the words so beautiful, my mother doesn’t remember me using baby talk when I was little… It goes to show you that some kids are born adults…
7) I don’t know how to flirt. Unlike some people who claim they don’t flirt (ahem), I have serious problems with knowing HOW to flirt. My friends can vouch for this trait of mine. I can never be comfortable with a guy who is trying to flirt with me (even if I like the guy). I guess I haven’t mastered the art of casually throwing around compliments… or accepting compliments. The worst part is even if I want to flirt with someone I have no clue how. I bet if I actually tried fluttering my eyelashes at a guy he’ll think I’ve got an eye problem. Subtlety has never been me; I might as well be blatantly honest and throw some sarcasm around.