I’ve just discovered one of the – dubious – joys of becoming part of an online community. You are liable to get tagged. N having left this cryptic message – ‘you have been tagged’ – as a comment on a post of mine, I had to Sherlock my way into figuring out what it meant. Don’t snigger (yet; that’s still to come). New entrants to new universes have a tough time figuring out local topography and language. Simply, it means this:
- Say who tagged you
- Say eight things about yourself
- Tag 6 people
Ouch.
1. I cry. While this may seem trivial, it’s not. It involves masses of tissue, sundry hankies, towels in an emergency and loo rolls on an austerity drive. Any form of sentimentality – yes, even a Karan Johar film (N, you empathise?) – can start me off. And keep me going. I have been known to sniff even during moving moments of The Mask (what moving moments? er…).
2. Sare Jahan Se Achcha makes me cry. Hey, I’m on a roll!
3. I have a strange and macabre relationship with water. I nearly drowned in a tank (aka having my first swimming lesson) when I was six years old, swallowed too much coloured water during Holi when I was eight (and made my parents spend a harrowing night at hospital) and slid, many years later, into the Cherwell (a naala that passes for a river in Oxford). A result of clambering over lichen-covered branches overhanging the whatchamacallit. The English rats that I disturbed were not amused.
4. I was called Sosyo by loving friends at school. I was called other things too, but that’s a story for another time. Sosyo, because it was a strange new drink on the market at about the same time I joined school in Bangalore. The drink didn’t last long. I stayed strange.
5. I have only just realised the range and depth of my relationship with water. See pts 1 -4. [Is this cheating the tag?]
6. I am addicted to the news. Seriously. It’s not a pleasant addiction. I’m checking into rehab soon (fine, call it Goa if you will).
7. I find it hard to think things up about myself that might be remotely interesting to others.
8. Ditto.
I will now proceed to destroy domestic bliss forever by tagging Ashwin. And luckily from a distance, Mukul, Rohan and Dents.
* Update: I’ve been informed by reliable sources that this is only 4 people I’m tagging, not 6. Guess what? I can’t count either.
you, my dear, are faced with a unique phenom in blogging… its called reverse tagging… i dont know who invented it but a super secret cult of narcissists practice it… you have to reverse tag every tag that comes your way for 45 years (the reduce time required to one tag for really special people like me!) to become a member…so, I am reverse tagging you and with this public post, i guess we will lose the super secret status 🙂
Sigh. All that secrecy for nothing. 🙂
i thought rule one was “say what the tag is” 🙂
Aha! Methinks the lady doth request to be tagged… so there you go, Mangs. You’ve been tagged and you’ve got to ‘say what the tag is’… 🙂