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 This is about my ordeal of how my toe turned into a smashed potato! This blog is not for the light-hearted people and evidently I myself am one among those, so go ahead and read it anyway. For those of you who know me, I have a very vivid imagination so by means of this blog I will paint you a picture of how this exactly took place and then you can decide how funny my pain is to you. On a heavy-traffic-Wednesday morning, I was standing in the bus stop where the traffic had come to a stand still. I saw a bus trying to maneuver through two barricades that were tied together, and told my sister-in-law that we should move away from the curb to avoid getting our faces smashed when the bus driver succeeds to literally drive in between the two barricades, which he eventually did (Yeah I have a final-destination-level-imaginative brain).  Before any of you think, "Hey this is a blessing in disguise! At least you didn't get your face smashed!", I object to that superstitious logi...

Agile means division of tasks and adapting to change in the plans. You will see the irony in the concept conflated here, in a minute. Let's consider our common woman, rather a common wife found next door and draw an analogy to the agile process that is followed almost in every project in all the companies around the world. For the sake of this analogy and respect to all grandmothers, great grandmothers and some mothers in previous generation, I have not considered the Agile Wife as a working woman here. You can extrapolate that scenario from this one and empathize if you are a human being. For those of you who are not familiar with Agile concept, here is a synopsis. A product is broken into stories by means of requirements, requirement is analyzed and refined by a team, assigned story point complexity, developed by another team, time and efforts vary based on the complexity, tested by another team, fixed and retested for quality, rerun many times and then demoed to stakeholders in ...

Disclaimer: Nope. Can’t think of anything. If you are offended by this blog, read the title again and repeat the following step with a smile. Sing in Tamil, tour in France, try German (I mean the language), watch Desi movies and read Shakespeare. This is the story of how I learnt other languages apart from my mother tongue Tamil. As you know, there are two la, ra and na in Tamil. When I was five, during the language test, the teacher asked me to spell some words. She asked, “Which ‘ra’ do you use in in ‘maram’? The small one or the big one?” (Maram: tree) I was delighted. No one asked a five year old to choose. I promptly answered, “I choose the big one.” She frowned and said, “You don’t get to choose.” I should have figured. She asked her next question, “Which one in ‘naai’?” (Naai: Dog) I pouted, “I don’t get to choose a dog here, do I?” She sighed, shook her head and moved on to the next kid in the class. Needless to say I didn’t score a hundred in the subject....

Cupid may very well be the god of love and desire but no one can refute the love for our Lord Krishna. There isn't any God in any religion (that I know of) with whom the devotees romanticize. I think it is exclusive to our one and only Krishna. Women do idolize Lord Ram and wish for a future husband with His great characteristics but it stops there. With Krishna, we take it one step further and idealize our romantic fantasy. Recently, I stumbled upon the song from Jodha Akbar and since then I couldn't get it out of my head. Aside from the beautiful voice singing it for the most beautiful woman in the world, this song mesmerizes the audience with its enchanting words to woo Krishna. Raas rachiyan brindavan ke Gokul ke basi Radha tumhri daasi, Darshan ko hai pyaasi Shaam shalone nand lala krishna banwari Tumri chab hai nyari Mein to hoon tan man hari... (O divine dancer who resides in Gokul in Vrindavan Radha, your handmaiden, yearns for the sight ...

Disclaimer:  The characters and scenarios depicted in the blog are non-  fictitious . Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely intentional . Real Disclaimer: Naah! Just get a high speed internet and a sense of humour to enjoy this blog at best. 1. IIT Fever Girl: I want a guy who did his undergrad and postgrad in top IIT institutes. Boy: What about you? Where did you do your undergrad? Girl: It doesn't matter. Boy: 2. To kill a sister in law Girl: I want a guy who doesn't have a sister. I don't want any troubles from her or because of her in the future. Boy: Give me few days. I will "take care" of my sister. 3. The localite Girl's criteria: Guy's hometown should be Chennai. I cannot move to anywhere else in India. I want to settle down in Chennai. I have lived all my life in Mylapore. I know the tailor shop bhai, vegetable vendor, bakery uncle, rosemilk anna, pani puri wala, auto man, my friends...

Yeah, you read it right. Not cuddling; curdling. If that's even a word for what I am about to write. Ladies, back me up here. What is the one biggest, unaccountable responsibility as a married woman that goes unnoticed all the time? It’s not the back breaking duty of doing the dishes when it mounts to the height of Mt. Everest. It’s not cooking sambar with all those sambar powder and daal and tamarind and whatever it is that people make sambar with. It is not even the taxing job of making your own sambar powder, standing in the kitchen for over half a day and then begging the guy at the “maavu machine” shop to grind it to the exact consistency of sambar powder, which he will eventually flop which is still okay because we need that guy in our life to blame every time something goes wrong in our kitchen. No it’s none of these. It’s the act of making curd. Again, you read it right. When I was ready to get married I thought to myself, “Cooking? Yay or Nay? Let’s go with N...