By Jay Vithalani on October 18, 2010 2:25 PM
Adverbs: terribly fond of them.
Baritone: voice type.
Constitutional law: a minor obsession.
Dolphins: sometimes I want to be one.
Eight-years-old: what I've been told the age of
my palate is, my favorite food being stuff like French sorry freedom fries,
sandwiches, fizzy orange drinks, ice-cream.
Fall: my favorite time of year.
God: someone or something I don't believe in. I
am a devout atheist.
Hirsute vs. glabrous: do I have to choose?
Insomnia: the perennial malady.
Jignesh: the other name beginning with "J" that
my parents were considering. My gratitude to them for ultimately rejecting this
monstrosity is incalculable.
Karate: took a full year of lessons, in fourth
grade, from a ferocious sensei who made us all lie down and walked literally
from belly to belly. I keep meaning to re-start the training, I just haven't
got around to it yet.
Love: an experiment I've tried three times.
Matheran: the "hill-station" village (resident
population ~5,000) two hours outside Bombay, and the destination of many happy
childhood holidays. No cars allowed: you walk or you ride a horse on the
unpaved lanes of red soil.
Ned Nickerson: Nancy Drew's boyfriend, and my
first serious crush on a fictional character.
Opinions: have too many of these. They quarrel
with each other all the time. It's a bit exhausting maintaining them; I need to
shed a few.
Polyurethane condoms: much preferred over the
Queer: a term I resisted 20 years ago but now am
very fond of. (Even if 90% of academic Queer Studies articles fill me with
unfeigned dismay: sloppy thinking, atrocious writing.)
Romantic comedies: will see most, even the
really bad ones. Each time I see a terrible RomCom I vow to myself that I'll
never go to another one; but it's a tough addiction to beat.
Stubble: a natural consequence of disliking, and
avoiding, daily shaving. I do, however, get rid of the stubble when commanded
to by pretty women.
Top: who I am in, erm, you know which sphere of
life. This is one of the few things I feel embarrassed to state publicly. I
call it "Top Shame," though I've more-or-less come to terms with it. There will
nevertheless be an agonized, and agonizing, blog entry on the subject.
Underwear: boxer briefs are seriously awesome. I
was an instant convert, about the time they became popular, early 1990s.
Vegetarian: been one all my life. I tried eating
some meat when I was younger, but couldn't get past the consistency. Vegetarian
by upbringing, then, but now also one by choice: I feel lucky that, in this
part of my life, my preferences of habit coincide with my moral preferences.
Willowy: a pretty nice way of saying I'm slim.
Xanadu: just like Sue Sylvester, I find it hard
to resist Olivia Newton-John. Or Coleridge for that matter.
Yoga: something I find hard to do; I get bored.
I'm more in the Frank Costanza "Serenity Now!" mold.
Zed: the way I pronounce the last letter of the