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I Comment Therefore I Am

My fellow blogger and friend Ayak lives in Turkey.  I consider her a friend although we have yet to meet in person, as we have met only through our blogs until date.  We're both from the British Isles, she being English and I being Irish.  She's married to a Turk and settled in Turkey as I'm married to an Indian and settled in India.  We enjoy reading about each other's adventures and exchanging views.    We recently discovered a common tradition in India and Turkey - you are called not so much by your name as by the name of your relation with a person.  In her post "Addressing People Correctly", she mentioned the different titles a person has depending on their position in the family.  There are many names for an aunt, for example, depending on whether you are on the paternal side of the maternal side of a family.  I commented:

I am often called 'bhabhi' which means 'brother's wife' by the friends and cousins of my husband. I am called 'aunty' by lots of children and even by some adults. If you go over to my FB page you might see me being called 'chachi' (Hindi for 'aunty' by some nieces and nephews).

I should do an Indian version of this post. My rakhi brother Ramana could do an even more different one, because he is from south Indian background where the language is different to Hindi.

I was over visiting Life in the Preseli Hills, which is the blog of writer Maggie Christie.  She lives on a farm in rural Wales and has  some interesting adventures over there.  British people love animals and are very aware of their welfare.  Maggie wrote on a visit she paid to a donkey sanctuary, a home for old and abandoned donkeys, along with her children.   She fell in love with one of the donkeys and even considered adopting one of them, but the Donkey Sanctuary is not inclined to let their donkeys be adopted by people who already have horses and Maggie has a few of those.  I commented:

I like the fact that you can even think about adopting donkeys.  I've seen some donkeys here in India totally weighed down with loads, although as a live in a big city, not for a very long time.  Must look out for some and click a picture!

I visited Teri over at her blog 'Gone Walkabout'.  She told a very funny story about how she went on a camping trip with her husband and was horrified to learn, on reaching the site, that the campsite got a lot of visits from bears, especially in the middle of the night.  The park ranger was full of helpful advice about how to handle the bears, much to Teri's alarm.  She couldn't even wear perfumes or deodorants in the the park in case it attracted the bears.  Naturally, she was horrified.  I commented:

Hi Teri, that was very funny. An Irish friend of mine once encountered a bear unexpectedly on a visit to the United States. His story sounded very funny to his friends, but I can imagine how alarmed he must have been at the time!

There's nothing quite like visiting a few new blogs every so often to keep you blog life interesting!



Unknown Mami does this every week and this week, I’ve done it too.  Thanks to Unknown Mami for the inspiration.

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