Which is because we've been tagged
Some, are apparently above such things as tags. The same some are also very clever with their post titles. Be that as it may, sum are not. Having been tagged by an agile venomous serpent of African origin, here goes...
Instruccziones: Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given (family, friend, yourself, your love, anything you like). Tag 5 other friends to do this meme. Try to tag at least 2 new acquaintances (if not, your current blog buddies will do) so that you get to know them each a little bit better.
Family: Hmm. Haven't written none. Tangential reference to sibling and maternal unit will be found in this tag post. A couple of travel posts (1, 2) make passing references to sibling's onetime place of work.
Friend: Gah. We haven't written any of these also, it seems. OK, so this experiment in "collaborative worst" was done with a little help from my friends. As were the Odissi odyssey, the Bandipur trip, and the pornographic weekend. We note that Ram was on all these trips, and that the Chickmagalur trip was in the company of That (decidedly repulsive) Man Keynes And His Homosexual Intrigues. Finally, another one wrote the only guest post on this blob.
(i) Are colour blind
(ii) Can get pretty mawkish and senti
(iii) Like to think we're a runner (1, 2) boobs notwithstanding
(iv) And yet are deliciously kinky.
Your love: ajeeb daastaan hai yeh...
Anything you like: Hah. Maths/science, poetry (although it all tastes like ash nowadays), films, history, quizzing, running, travel, filter coffee, biryaani, books, NPR will all figure somewhere or the other. Posts all over the place.
Who to tag, who to tag...Kenny because she'll have non-trivial links for all the categories, Srini because he's kind of melancholic nowadays and we also want to find out if he's reading our blog, the dolphin because it's been a while and because we're too mortified to apologize properly for various errors of omission and this might be a good way of finding out what the lay of the land is, Madam Secretary because she's written diddly squat for ages but she's probably not reading this blog, and She of the Furrowed Brow That has Hopefully Uncreased (Fedex notwithstanding).