Its The Women, Stupid

My cousin-in-law mentioned this when he bought a new dog for his mother. The dog would have understand Tamil, Malay, and English. Man, talk about confusion or is that Confucius. Mine is just trying to understand Tamil and English. I can't even read and write in Tamil but my English is attrocious when it comes to communication. Then its trying to understand both cultures. Not that I really care but no way I would try to bring both. When it comes to women, I like American. Why? Because I'm here and not there.

My take is this, you are who the women you like. The problem is do the women like you? If the women don't like you, don't mess with them. I can tell you this, I was born in Chicago and it sure does matter to me. However, my autism screws up everything and everyone. But since I was in India, I was happy than "pig in bleep." Funny part of that, I wasn't even trying to screw up. I just did.

Good ole Malar akka, still kept trying to hook up me but she didn't bargain with me though. She has been suffering alot with family and all. The smartest person in our family by far and that includes Malaysia uncle and dad. Before that I went to the hardest working cousin in our family, Ihila akka. Both females and the subject of marriage dominated the conversation. It kind of reminded me of a quote by grandmother "who cares if they are PhD's or no degrees."

I'm reminded of this story about the Pudukkottai king from the early 20th century, Marthanda Thondaiman (1875-1928). Controversy surrounded by this man. He grew up wanting to English which he was good at: well-educated, well-versed, and well-mannered. However, he was a bit too westernized to his own family and the British empire when he married an Australian, high-society girl named Molly Fink (He was 40; she was 20).

The King George V wanted him to marry an Indian so they can collect Indian taxes and for him to maintain the respect of an Englishman. Marthanda's family wanted British support to maintain their status. Both camps didn't recognize the marriage of King and Rani but the people of Pudukkottai gave a big welcome to the Groom and Bride after their wedding in Australia. But due to the King's rejection, Marthanda and his wife left Pudukkottai after a few months, never to return. Both their ashes still remain in London. They gave birth to a son named Sydney who never inherited the riches from his family.

On my last day in India, I was at a national park on this beach some seventy miles from Chennai with my step-mom's relative. The attendant charged about two hundred rupees to foreigners and eight rupees to Indian citizens. To be cheap with my best Tamil (with a southern accent), I said I was an Indian citizen. Then, he asked me where I lived and I said Pudukkottai. Finally, he asked for an address and said One Marthanda Road. He let me in.