Some random bullshit that has appeared in every comment section. You cant go to any comment section without people spamming “nah he tweakin”. Its basically if “what the dog doin” and aids had a baby and shit in all instagram comment sections.
A caste of Malayala Brahmins who live in Kerala. They are one of the few Brahmins who still preserve the orally transmitted Vedic Shrauta rituals and still practice some of them. Only the elder males were required to be endogamous, the younger males married women of matrilineal upper castes.
Person A : What kind of a Brahmin is he?
Person B: He is a Namboothiri Brahmin
being consciously unable to escape from one's ability to correct other's pronunciation of words and phrases, such to a degree that it feels as though you are trapped with the choice of correcting or not correcting the speaker's mispronounced word or sentence back to them in the correct form. much to your dismay rather than intellectual conceit.
A: ooh you took off your shirt. how sensoral
B: (thinks to self): wrong word! she means sensual! i shoul--no! don't correct her! you have a chance at sex!
-from the web-comic 'Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal'
this is an example dilemma of being a prisoner of words (p.o.w) in a Grammar Nazi Camp.