Who am I?

REGULAR TEMPLATE
28 years. Marketing manager-Self declared king of Telecom.MBA.Existentialist half-thinker. Reader,listener,drinker,flirt,smoker,stepper on the toes of other dancers,poo-pee poemwriter,planning-to-go-abroader.Growing fatter and fatter.

BRIEF TEMPLATE
Work-Eat-Drink-Work-Blog-Sleep-Eat-Work-Kiss-Work-Drive-Dream-Pretend to Work-Sleep-Write-Eat-Quiz-Flirt-Drink-Blog-Drink-Write-Work-Shave-Sin-Scream-Lie-Smoke-Dance-Punch-Watch-Pretend to Work-Work-Quiet-Work-Drink-Drink-Think-Drink-Ride-Fall-Think-Awaken.

DENIED MATHEMATICAL ASPIRATIONS TEMPLATE
(Stuck in a sad city like Cochin,a blog always seem to be that mirage with astonished female onwatchers...that it never is)
When I was half-formed,half-not
inside my mother's womb,
she ate ladies fingers until she was sick,
just so that I would not be afflicted
with the family's allergy to arithmetic.

Years later, as a woman lies in my arms
bathed in the indigo light of dawn,
I get to work, counting
the 5 grooves of her forehead
but only 2 come awake if she chooses to smile.
32 silky strands make the wisp
that sweeps her face
and when she turns
the 3 tendons of her neck arise, alarmed,
begging to be stroked into submission
back into the slender slant of the swan.

Her heart line has 8 branches
and from close up,today
I count the 65 lines of her lashes. they are
sometimes 63,
sometimes 66,
but mostly 65.
I should know by now.

Who would ever believe
that such a prodigious arithmetician
once scored 1/2 out of 25 at Math
and was turned down
for a mango-counter summer job
by fat black men in dark godowns
at the edge of a dirty, dried up river
in the sleepless town of Madurai.