So am a girl eh?

Am rediscovering Enid Blyton, thanks to an interesting story I read recently.

One of my favourite Famous Five books was the third in the series. The Five Run Away Together.

Just as I went through it, I came across a paragraph I had read so many times before.

It always made the others smile to hear the boatmen and fishermen call Georgina “Master George.” The local people all knew how badly she wanted to be a boy, and they knew, too, how plucky and straightforward she was, so they laughed to one another and said: “Well, they reckoned she behaved like a boy, and if she wanted to be called “Master George” instead of “Miss Georgina”, she deserved it!”
So Georgina was Master George, and enjoyed strutting about in her jeans and jersey on the beach, using her boat as well as any fisher-boy, and swimming faster than them all.

And I wondered whether this was gay influence that had steeped into her writing. Knowingly. Her books have suffered a lot in these politically-correct times and maybe that has skewed my thinking. Especially since the only other girl is often chastised for being too girly and liking dolls and playing house.

Incidentally I like this book because a large part of the book they are indeed ‘playing house’, living in a cave on Kirrin Island.

So that December has at least one post

I miss my blog. Sigh.

Happy New Year everyone and may you get whatever you wish for.

Update 2

I am learning new things everyday and most of it is about myself.

Routines are so important to me. Just cleaning my face, flossing and getting into bed, with a book, comforts me.
How one small snack reminds me home.
How I am missing home this much? Didn’t think I would. I think my parents hear the yearning in my voice.
How I learn that I can live with anyone without really losing my mind or my temper. I, of course,  have huge arguments in my head. But I also realise that’s enough for me. I will do anything to not upset the apparent calm.
Again, wondering what the point of this experience is? And why don’t I have the patience to wait and find out.
Will it show me a new way or help me to take the beaten path, in a better fashion? I am also learning about people who complain constantly and assure me  it’s professional behaviour.

 

Update 1

It’s a Sunday afternoon and the thing I am missing the most seems to be the SUNDAY Papers. A nice cup of tea, made by me, too? At the same time, I am not missing the noise of traffic or incessant honking or the noises I associate with Mumbai.

Sometimes you are too close to something and can’t see the good in it. There are days when I feel like that. It’s been 10 -11 days that I am here now but still feel like a guest or like on an assignment. There are other days when the wind rushes through my face and forces me close eyes and I wonder why I question the timing of it all.

 

 

 

What a day

Heard of someone who decided to get married after a long relationship and then heard of a cousin’s 20+ years old marriage disintegrate. All in a day. Is relationship karma also like humans? The number remains constant in the world, like energy? Good luck to them both.