LES Marsiling Nocturnes

It’s a story about a young man meeting his Hindu dream god. The reason why I dwell on Hinduism is because I personally believe there isn’t even English fiction material based on the Hindu mythology. Not that I am pious person, I just wanted the world to hear something different and not be contented with Greek gods of old and exaggerated templar stories everyone seems to be interest in.

Besides I can’t really write in Tamil. The last time I wrote in Tamil was not only embarrassing to myself and to the unfortunate person who had to read it, it was also written in my yesteryears as a secondary school student. And that was over 5 years ago.

And it might sound strange to name my work LES Marsiling Nocturnes. Most folks will interpret it as a French novel. But LES actually is abbreviated term I will be using throughout my story. I would like to apologize to the French speaking community for the mix up. I could change it but then again, it is my right to call my work whatever I want. Besides people don’t really care what things are called. For goodness sake we live in a world where there are computers called apples, telecommunication network called oranges, and beers that are called tigers.

The most important thing about this frictional work is it’s really based on non fictional themes that are all around us. In short, it just a creative exaggeration of my perspectives of life.

The unfortunate person I mentioned was the person marking my Tamil O level paper. I did the two things I was heavily advised not to do in a major examination that would decide the course of my life. I wrote a debatable topic and I wrote about SEX.

But hey I got a B4 for my O level Tamil, a grade better then the one I have ever dreamt of getting. I clearly remember my Tamil teacher’s expression when I told her my results. She wasn’t too happy about it because I had the lowest grade in the whole school. By the way she is quite the character. The best Tamil teacher I ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Ok I admit I did make silly jokes about her, but who didn’t. I even did my best to avoid her because I wasn’t courageous to face her with my atrocious Tamil pronunciations and wordplay that would have no doubt have Thiruvalluvar turning in his grave.

So till my next post ya, its bye from Ganz.

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