Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Brooke Burke.
Ma is visiting, she's been around for a little more than three weeks or so now. Before she arrived, I had to, obviously, conduct this massive clean-up/organization operation so that she would not (I have to be careful about how I phrase this as she's one of the two regular readers of this blog!) go into this gung-ho, no-holds-barred, clean-up mode and end up making me feel like an awkward teenager again, which, hold your breath, did nevertheless happen.
Anyway, one of the fine-tuning issues was to decide whether or not to remove the almost-nude Brooke Burke poster in the bedroom. The poster is a hand-me-down which previously belonged to a roommate of a friend Neeraj (a long standing MIA by now) when these guys were relocating. I'd always admired the poster when it was in its original home for its cleverness with regards to being titillating without being tasteless, so when the change of ownership offer was made I accepted. I consider my parents fairly liberal by the standards of average middle class Indian couples of their generation, so I decided that in all probability my mother should be okay with it. And I thought I was in the clear when she did not comment on it upon entering my room for the first time. I now know that feeling triumphant about my assessment of the situation having being proven right was a little premature, for when I got back from school the next day the poster was off (she didn't rip it off, merely put it out of sight). It was amusing. I was thinking about this while in LA, a trip made in the very recent past, and decided that this DOES NOT prove that my mom is not as liberal as I imagine her to be. It's a question of stereotyping--a laissez faire (if that's the right phrase) attitude to semi-nude women might be a sufficient condition to being liberal but certainly not a necessary one.
There, I've done it again, created a post with very little substance!
Anyway, one of the fine-tuning issues was to decide whether or not to remove the almost-nude Brooke Burke poster in the bedroom. The poster is a hand-me-down which previously belonged to a roommate of a friend Neeraj (a long standing MIA by now) when these guys were relocating. I'd always admired the poster when it was in its original home for its cleverness with regards to being titillating without being tasteless, so when the change of ownership offer was made I accepted. I consider my parents fairly liberal by the standards of average middle class Indian couples of their generation, so I decided that in all probability my mother should be okay with it. And I thought I was in the clear when she did not comment on it upon entering my room for the first time. I now know that feeling triumphant about my assessment of the situation having being proven right was a little premature, for when I got back from school the next day the poster was off (she didn't rip it off, merely put it out of sight). It was amusing. I was thinking about this while in LA, a trip made in the very recent past, and decided that this DOES NOT prove that my mom is not as liberal as I imagine her to be. It's a question of stereotyping--a laissez faire (if that's the right phrase) attitude to semi-nude women might be a sufficient condition to being liberal but certainly not a necessary one.
There, I've done it again, created a post with very little substance!
Labels: autobiographical, Reflections on life
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