A brief respite, considering the two more deadlines – DoD and DoE, which will arrive like transition pains in labor soon enough. I am usually very apprehensive before I plunge into the whirlpool, but once in, I revel in the swirls.
I spent Saturday deliberately relaxing – took a one-hour oil bath, and read Lord of the Rings in between on-and-off dozing-on-the-couch. By the end of the day, I was guilty for not having used the weekend to finish up projects that I had set in the back burner during the NASA deadline.
But no worries..I finished half of that today. One of it was English-Tamil translation work – I have never translated for money so far, I translated two cancer booklets for an NGO into Tamil a few years ago, but that was voluntary work. I don’t think I am great with Tamil, but my client seems to think I am a miracle worker in all languages. While I am flattered and all that, it also puts enormous pressure on my limited skills, especially when money is involved. Nevertheless, with ample help of a thesaurus, I managed to translate a 10-page technical document from English to Tamil. I actually enjoyed it. Talking of translation, I translated the contents of the CD cover of Mahler’s symphony, in German, to English for my better half this morning.And translated Tamil to Hindi and vice versa in a conversation between my neighbour’s mother and his maid this morning. Languages are beautiful, aren’t they?
While we are at Mahler’s symphony – why is it that I simply can’t relate to symphonies? I can’t understand them, heck, I can’t even enjoy them. Mahler’s fifth gave me a headache this morning. And it’s not just Mahler. I can listen to sonatas and the like, but all symphonies make me hyperventilate – they are too violent for my timid sensibilities. Either that, or I am terribly culture-challenged.
I don’t think store bought pizza agrees with me anymore. Having had errands to run, notably buying footwear – I wore mine out, what do you imagine when I am walking 10 km every day, I bought back pizza for lunch. I only had two slices, but have been palpitating and a migraine seems to be in the offing (can’t choose between pizza and Mahler as a cause). The stomach is not as robust as it used to be. In fact, I didn’t even enjoy eating the pizza like I used to. All I wanted was some pepper rasam and potato fry with rice.
Oh yeah. The family finally got rid of two hundred DVDs today. The better-half has been collecting movies for the past fifteen years, but now with movies available as files (either ripped or bought or ahem, downloaded), DVDs have been rendered obsolete. I have been asking (nagging, pestering, hen-pecking) the fellow to throw them out, but he has been dragging his feet. Today, finally sick of the cardboard box that has been sitting on the floor of the dining room and gathering dust for two months, he left them out in the curb for the garbage collectors to pick. I know one part of him regrets it, but my argument is that if you haven’t used something for a year, you don’t need it. I am evil that way.
There has been a protest in our part of the world against the ban against jallikkattu, a bull taming game that has been a Tamilian transition for centuries. The ban has been provoked by the animal rights activists. Tempers are running high both in and out of social media, and I don’t want to add to the fire with arguments here – just a brief statement that I am for the ban – tradition and culture that endanger lives (of men and animals) need not survive – I will not approve any troll comments against my opinion. But I bring this up to share an interesting incident. I was out and a bunch of protestors crossed me on the road chanting
கோழி போடும் முட்டை
(kochi podium muttai, nadaththu jallikkattai)
A loose translation is “hens lay eggs, let bullfighting go on” yeah, it cracked me up too.
The week will start tomorrow and I will have to hit the ground running. How exciting.
Have a great one, folks.