Are you what your blog says you are? I stumbled upon this blog personality tool. Just enter your blog url, the tool scans through the text, and based on keywords, idioms, phrases used, defines the personality of the blog. I wonder if we really are what our blog projects we are. The image above is the blog personality of this blog. Another blog I maintain which falls under the media initiative of our company says this about me.
Official Blog
Funny, both written by the same person, both having the same context as far as content. One has abundance of impulsive emotions filled post, other has thought out targeted posts. Surprisingly, both the personality descriptions fit me. What we choose to expose of ourselves is what we are perceived as.
This company Typealyzerhas comes up with a personality types tool for blogs, which is derived from the Myers-Briggs model for looking at how people(via blog) look at the world and make decisions.
Go here, enter blog url to find out what your blog says about you. Enjoy!
The resident 5 year old hears me sing this throughout the day and ends up asking the meaning of Dil, Thoda and Kachcha. With the forever preoccupied mind, I say Heart, Little and Raw without realizing the context. 2 minutes later I get questioned – Heart is little raw? Like it needs to be cooked more?
Even before it registered, I hear – Ewww!!
Off topic, she refuses to eat chicken as she is not able to accept that someone actually has to kill a chicken for her to eat it. She is so my girl !
The little 2 year old on the other hand refuses to leave the bits sticking to the bone even. Totally papa’s girl !!
Whoever said we should not compare our kids !!!
PS: This is a song from Ishqiya sung by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan.
(Updated with another youtibe video with lyrics ).
I don’t recall writing anything as crazy as the above ones, though I am definite I had those moments, specifically the second one. Just never had the guts to do so. The closest I got is this 8085 Microprocessor paper, where due to some error, we were issued the PG exam paper. Pretty much everything looked Latin. Classmates were leaving the hall after the mandatory 30 minutes time period. Some were visibly upset. And there I was asking for supplement sheets. What I wrote? Nothing relevant to the questions. Just everything and anything I knew about 8085 microprocessors. Don’t recall how many additional sheets I wrote, but very well recall friends and foes furious eyes when I came out of the hall.
And this other thing I always did. Only in mathematics. If I am not able to solve a said problem, and I feel time pressured, then I would leave some space. Enough if I were to come back to it with an attempt to solve. And continue with the next one. Many a times, I would not have time to come back. Leaving that void probably made the examiner wonder what I was thinking.
This conversation with my maid cracked me up. S is a Tamil speaking young girl. Very clean and hardworking, but very slow and shy. Very few words come out of her mouth, like pearl droppings.
It goes something like this..
Madam, interval aayiduchu (Madam, interval happened) I give a blank look. Was busy working and did not get the faintest clue of what she was saying. Brushed aside whatever she said and muttered seri (ok)
Madam, fanta kudunge (Madam, give fanta) By this time I am a little irritated.. This one wants Fanta? Like the soda Fanta? At my peak work hour? enna solre. enna venum? (What are you saying? What do you want?)
eerum aairuchu madam (Got wet Madam) Enna solre S. onnum puriyale (What are you saying S. I dont get it)
Dlittle interval panniruchu. Fant eerum aairuchu. Change panrathukku fanta kudunge (Dlittle did interval. Fant is wet. Give another fant to change.)
Fant = (P)ant
Interval = susu
How in the world am I supposed to interpret interval = susu? It made for a good laugh though. Sorry S.. But you just cracked my up so much that I had to pen it down.
