My husband broke his vow of silence about my blog. ha ha ha. My husband reads my blog. How do I know? . He told me while driving us to the Zoo yesterday. Here's how the conversation went.
CB: < calls my nickname .bluntly comes up with the following statement> You know, there are so many typos and grammar mistakes in your blog.
CS: emm ,I know. So you read my blog now.
CB : Not everything just few posts (which means he is reading everything from top to bottom)
CS: < thinking to myself => argh.........teacher born to a teacher) Why are you telling me now after all these months?
CB: Just like that <End of conversation>
Men. Especially the two men in my life who are always behind my back never allowing me to think coherently, let alone allowing me to type : (. If junior is awake he wants computer to himself. When I get time in the night , I try to type one post once in while , Senior keeps coming to our office thousand times(feels like million times) announcing that he needs to wake up early the next day and wants me to come and sleep with NR.
I just type everything in a hurry and click “publish” without thinking twice. Whenever I read my old post I keep wondering if I authored that post. Sometimes, I correct the mistake. Most of the time, I don't.
And my husband aka my ex-classmate knows my skills in english. I helped him write his 50 page project report and finished typing it in an hour . I changed for good reason. My current writing style earned us damn good money : ) .
Several years of writing encrypted and strictly bulleted official emails, high level tech doc, help and user guide I totally forgot my good English. I was forced to change my writing style due to constant complains during my reviews that I write detailed emails. I changed for good and made lot of people happy. I got rave reviews on the internal tech how to guides that I authored for these tools .
Looking at all the tools brings nostalgic memories of my busy work life and constant releases that I worked back to back. I was the only one from my team who worked on all the tools. Most of the time I worked alone or did all the ground work for creating the spec for the project from encrypted high level marketing docs. When I went on medical leave my Mgr told me “I dunno what we are going to do without you". BTW, this is person who constantly complained about my emails because it took time to get the details from my mail. duh !. Writing bulleted emails (using typical email slangs breaking all rules of good writing)with color code (yes I had to color code sentences for my mgr to find issues we had on projects) made life easy and peaceful.
Well, this blog is not my English paper. I cared enough about English language while studying; I scored 93 out of 100 in tenth board exams thanks to a tyrant English teacher. I’m not that naïve girl who fretted and felt so awkward/ashamed of myself , when my Professor (my Ph.D guide who set the entrance exam paper) remarked about my wrong usage of apostrophe in my paper. The paper that I wrote for three hour exam was about one topic chosen by my guide from hundreds of topics I covered in my graduate course(s). I was a new bride, working full time in Chennai. I had an UG degree in science, Master's in Public Administration and Business Administration and worked for a Software company . I prepared for my Ph.d entrance (Pursued Ph.d in organisational behaviour) like crazy girl among my hectic schedule (preparing three hot meals for us while working for a new software startup with loads of work).
I was a silly girl worrying about some silly writing mistake without thinking about my hard work and perseverance to earn a Ph.D .
I am mature enough to see the bigger picture clearly now without fretting about small things in life. This is my blog and I care less about breaking the rules of writing: : ) . Well, I am not professional writer AND THIS IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE. Even today I write extremely well in my native language. Well, how many Indians in India will be able to say that ?. Sadly, caring about foreign language, culture and lifestyle is cool and hip for people who care less about their language.
Reading this blog after 10 yrs will bring back the memories of events that took place and only that matters to me.
PS: CB came /called out for me alteast 6 times while typing this post. This is my current life where typos, grammar, dirt, puke, bad odor does nothing to me : ).
[...] NR would hand tamil books to CB to read. CB is not comfortable reading tamil . He was forced to read tamil books by NR. From our Kitchen, I would listen to him read tamil like a first grader making so many mistakes at each line. It frustrated me and made me really annoyed angry. It was ackward to listen to a grown up reading his own language like a kid. But I kept quiet, since I don’t want to spoil NR’s happy time. And it was around that time, CB complained about the spelling/grammar mistakes in my blog. Since he was reading my blog, I wrote this post. [...]
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