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A quick tale 47


He wrote under his wife’s name. So they called him Mr. Wifesname. Funny, considering his wife was referred to as Mrs. Husbandsname.


TJ said…
Then, he became so famous that everybody forgot the Husbandname and called him Mr.Wifesname, and her Mrs.Wifesname
Anonymous said…
Hahahahahaha...... I loved the QT and TJ's rejoinder.. How I wish I had such skills with words...... :(
monu said…
now is that what we can call the wonder-world of gender-equality???

Vasundhara said…
I actually recall an incident in school where my principal called out my teacher's husband as Mr. wifesname. We also call one of our relatives like that - 'Wifesname' Mama! :-) Imagine something like Kalyani Mama if you may! ;-)
Ganesh said…
Anonymous said…
hey man.. TJ.... u r awesome... u add cherry topping to the QT icecream.
Balakumar said…
I dunno... I think Sujatha's wife would be referred to as Mrs.Sujatha since the name has now practically become his name! :D
tilotamma said…
Well I don't see this making the list of Sujatha's " ennakku piditha Kavithai" :-))))))).

And guys there is 'Indira' Parthasarathy too. Heard of him?
tilotamma said…
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. this in anyway connected to the "This is not a quick tale" post? I guess I'm missing smthg :)
Badri said…
Tilottama: Indira Parthasarathy doesn't qualify since he has also attached his name there. If he had used a pseudonym of "Indira" then that would have qualified him.

There are quite a few other Tamil writers who come up with this male-female pseudonyms but both names are randomly picked and no relation to their or spouses' names.
radhika said…
lol :-)

that was really sweet! :-)
Gangadhar said…
ha ha ha..i enjoyed it,really..
blogSurya said…
Inspired by you,I dedicate my first "crispy tale 1" to all the bloggers.

I expect all your comments and encouragement.
Hokey-Pokey said…
been following your blog fervently for quite some time now. here's an ode to all QTs :)

Tangent said…

Maybe there is depth of thought here.

But such play of words is trite.And am sure you can elevate your levels to your other QTs
Vasundhara said…
tilotamma - No I studied in Chennai! BTW, you have an interesting blog. That too on Bangalore Nagaratnamma who did so much to organize the Aradhanai. Got me to dig up an article and blog it.

badri - ouch! wonder how sujatha will translate this one! :-)

Btw, i would always wonder whether lakshmi narayanan was Mr. or Mrs. or Ms??? ;-) Sounds like Ramani Vs. Ramani.
keerthi said…
Sometimes people get branded. Mrs. Spiderman and Mrs. Superman, like that.

you know in chennai how many Xerox shops we have. Most of them have Canon Copiers. Still they are called Xerox shops. Hardly people realize that Xerox is a copier company name.

Thats the art of becoming something or someone.
tilotamma said…
Badri - we have to agree to disagree here. I don't buy your argument ( though I buy books from your nice store)

Oh also the writer of Appusamy - Bhagyam Ramaswamy would fall under the category you mention.
Dad's name + mom's

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