Kookamati Reveals

Theme A-Z Challenge

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*”You’re like a bear with a sore head,” Aunt Selvi announced, ever the expert in unsolicited assessments.

“She’s always like this when she doesn’t get enough sleep,” Amma added, because clearly, my flaws required cross-referencing.

This grand diagnosis unfolded over my second coffee—true coffee-bhakts know the stages. The first cup fuels conversation, the second births ideas, and the third? That’s when revolutions (or in my case, nausea) begin. But let’s not discuss the more undignified side effects of excessive caffeine consumption.

“Out with it,” snapped Giriyakka—Dr. Girija Venkat, retired professor of English from Aurangabad University, full-time enforcer of direct communication.

And so, I launched into my latest existential crisis.

I’ve been doing the A-to-Z Challenge since time immemorial (or at least since I joined Blogchatter). Last year, I even completed it—miracles do happen. I tend to write in patterns—one page a day, in the vague hope that someday (before I die, ideally) these pages will evolve into a novel.

Last year’s theme? Shamanism and the messages animals bring. My brilliant plan was to pair each post with a folk-art-inspired sketch—educational, artistic, and completely reasonable. Until some enthusiastic reader casually mentioned they were excited to see which animals I’d pick for each alphabet. And just like that, the pressure set in.

This year, I wanted to explore the connection between disease and emotions. But now? Thanks to external expectations and my own overthinking, I feel like I’ve been drafted into yet another nature documentary.

Enter Andy—our resident tech enthusiast—who decided it would be fun to run my blog through Grok, the AI oracle. Grok, in its infinite wisdom, declared that my humor was “dark” (stunning revelation). Then Andy, unsatisfied with this level of intrusion, went a step further and asked what my blog revealed about me.

Apparently, I am a spiritual nurturer and a closet social activist. Worse, Grok believes my “activism” is about “elevating social consciousness.” Hail Mary, let’s hope there’s a cure for that.

Naturally, once my wise-women think tank got wind of this, they sprang into action:

1. A-Z of Sacred Living: Balancing Spirituality and Social Change – Because clearly, my personal spirituality must come with a side of revolution.
2. A-Z of Ancestral Wisdom & Social Awakening – As if I wasn’t already haunted by my ancestors, now I must actively advocate for them.
3. A-Z of Mysticism & Meaningful Action – Where faith, ritual, and ethical responsibility join hands for a better tomorrow.

All I wanted was to write about what the body tells you when it’s sick. Simple. But no—three cups of coffee in, and my inner revolution has summoned Kookamati, my delightfully unhinged alter-ego, who has now decided that she must take center stage.

Last year, we had Xammi Xamman. So maybe this year, we should invite a worthy intellectual descendant of Nasruddin Hodja—someone with enough wit to navigate this chaotic circus.

Now, dear readers, the choice is yours. Should I:
📌 Stick to my original plan—exploring the emotional roots of disease?
📌 Give in to fate and go down the ancestral wisdom rabbit hole?
📌 Fully embrace the activist spiritual nurturer label and attempt to balance mysticism with action?
📌 Or throw all caution to the wind and let Nasruddin’s trickster spirit take the wheel?

Drop your votes in the comments and help me escape my own decision paralysis!

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