Relatively yours!!
The problem with being a product of a nuclear family is that I know none of my level-4 relatives (Well, there are exceptions with celebrity relatives who are even at level 10). Now one might think what is the big deal in not knowing my cousin’s cousin’s cousin’s cousin or aunt. It is not, if you are sitting at home typing junk in your blog but it is, if you are in a wedding party when these level-4 aunties recognises you with your star-sign, name (nickname!) and the naughtiest (stupidest?) thing you did when you were at an age of 2. How hard I try to get all those names into my cranium this happens to me over and over again. To add more spice to it the aunties or grand aunties (not because they are ‘grand’ but just because they are old) are capable enough to revenge you back for your ignorance. I was attending this wedding a couple of days back at my dad’s ancestral place. And as you know with the PhD admission I was feeling asif I were Vijay Malliy...
