To ink or not

I've been considering getting a tattoo for about 6 months now. Yes, this is about when you will hear my mother yelling things like "Is this why we sent you to America?" "What if you marry into a family that doesn't approve of it" "What will xxx maami and yyy maama say"  and more such things. But in her heart she knows that I wouldn't care for any of it if I set my heart on it. Yet, convincing my mom is of prime importance. *makes milk dripping face*

One Sunday morning, in one of my video chat sessions with my parents, I tried the best argument I could think of at that  moment - my maid! She has her husband's name on her left forearm. I know, Pativrata and all it seems. But hey, it's the first thing that came to my mind since I couldn't cite the example of the friend who got a tattoo. Just for your knowledge, she ended up marrying a tullukapaiyyan and we all know how that conversation would end.

But, if you ask me why I want to get a tattoo done, I might not have a very convincing answer. I find the idea very intriguing and adventurous and hence my inclination towards it. I have often done a lot of things impulsively and regret some later. So, the question of what to ink takes prime importance and hence justifies me taking the time to sleep over the idea. I definitely don't want one of those curly flowers or creepy butterflies. That's so clichéd. There are too many people getting mysterious sounding sanskrit words, dancing ganeshas and oms. Even that much display of religiousness is not going to convince my family. Yup, we're tough nuts to crack. Here's Tambrahmrage about the epic sama veda tattoo! :P 

Anyhow, the whole idea itself isn't something that our traditionalists are open to, but with more TamBrahm households eating pasta and lasagna over poondu rasam and vendekkai curry, tattoo acceptance is not too far away. But sadly, my family does not constitute the wildest bunch of berries and since I've earned that tag for myself - I might as well be a trailblazer in this aspect. I went way ahead of myself and even envisioned myself in a maroon madisaar with a custom made blouse that shows off the tattoo on my back.Of course, the boy would wear his panchakacham and sport a clichéd sun on his well trained arms. Sigh!

*Off to think of excuses to convince the mother.

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