Even as I rode my bike inside my office yesterday afternoon, I noticed some goon-ish guys standing downstairs eyeing the over-head wires carefully. And our building maintenance man, Arivu was seen talking in an above-normal-decibel-levels voice with them.
Sensing some abnormal activity, I parked my Apache and walked over to the potti kadai for some tea while my senses were sharp focusing on the conversation going on. You see, I’m a mara-thamizhan. I love watching fights and love to stand among the crowd while watching a street fight going on. Anything resembling close to a commotion draws the us like magnets to form a ring around the activity. This is Tamizh kalacharam and panpaadu. But I’m a third generation mara-thamizhan and my suaveness doesn’t allow me to stand among the crowd and watch the proceedings along with lungi-clad beedi-hanging-from-mouth aam junta. So this third generation suave mara-thamizhan usually finds a nearby tea shop, orders tea and drink the single tea till the commotion gets over while looking for something interesting to blog about or tweet about.
