To Mallu or Not To Mallu..

Here is part of a coversation I had with Jim via MSN :

Annie says:
born where?
Jim says:
in tanzania..
Annie says:
ah... for some reason i thought nigeria.. like the rest of us mallus :)
Jim says:
;)

See that? I included myself as a mallu. After I read it on the sent message screen I wanted to add another message to take myself out of the bracket of mallus. But I knew that Jim would want to make a comment about that and then we would get into another argument about mallus...

I am getting used to being around mallus. I blame Nischy and Anushcha for this. They have some kewl mallu friends who are fun to be with (no, I do not trust them yet to talk to them about my personal life), but generally, on the whole.. I like.

I have also started to talk in malayalam, no rapid fire singing, just the basic stuff. And the jokes... it true, they do sound funnier in malayalam (Ajay, wouldnt you be proud, after all your attempts at malayalam jokes that I couldnt catch, now I am cracking chotte chotte jokes in malayalam). Like Joel talking about his mom's reaction to a jacket he wears all the time, "Adhinathe eringe werenethilla". It doesnt have the same wit as "you just dont come out of it" (literal translation.. methinks)

Its weird how I have come to like mallus. I still dont completely accept being a mallu, but it is only half-heartedly that I question whether or not I will marry a mallu. Things change, perspectives change, people change. The change could have taken place over the few weeks staying with Nischy and Anuscha, the few months since I left Rhodes and spend time with mallus, or the few years that I meet someone I wanted to change for.