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.

Food for thought

Purity balls, an almost-expected reference to Bollywood and an interesting slice of Twilight and it’s effect on teenage sexuality.

PS. I haven’t managed to get past the first book.

Continuing the obsession

For those who have a persistent interest in her, this book is a must. I love some of the insights I am getting and am only 1/4th through it.

Go get it.

Remember when

I am a Bhopali.

I met someone a few months ago who had just recently joined Dow Chemicals as an employee at the BKC Office in Mumbai. My first reaction was a Bhopal Gas Tragedy.

She actually turned around and said, “You know until I joined this place, I had no idea about this incident. Even now, only when the protests happen, I  realise it’s a big thing.”

So, people, there are other people out there who have forgotten or don’t have a clue about it (how is that even possible merits another discussion)

Remember them. The Victims. The Injustice. Remember that help is still to find it’s way to this place.

Like I read somewhere on Twitter, 1984 was quite the year for events that shaped the course of things in the years to come.

While you are remembering, it’s worth reading this book too.