On the parchment

Ever since the doctor told my little brother to wear spectacles for his headache, on a regular basis, he had been in a foul mood. While all my friends thought my little brother, who is seven years younger than me, looked very cute in those shell framed spectacles, I, as a sibling obviously was not going to utter any such thing remotely close to cute, be it about him or his specs. One day, he came back from school and my mom found that he wasn't wearing specs. On her asking, he told her that his friends made fun of him because of the shell frame. My mom firmly said that he was not to remove his specs under any circumstances other than for sports. He knew better than to go against her words.  She reminded him of what the doctor said, that if he wore them all the time, he'd be able to get rid of them for good in a year. He did get rid of them eventually though... The following day, he came home again without his specs on and my mom was furious. He assured her that he wore them the...

Why do people feel entitled to something they don't have and the others have? Moving to Bangalore is by far the most suffering and sacrificial thing I have ever done in my life. The only good thing about this wretched city is my husband is in it. As if this isn't bad enough, travelling to work everyday doesn't make it any better. The bus journey takes over 2 hours one way.  More often than not, I get a seat to sit in the bus and I choose my seat wisely since the journey to home is long. Given my physical stature, people are drawn to sit next to me. Let me put it this way. People see me as a thin girl occupying a whole seat that I don't deserve. This is one of many such incidents. The bus was almost empty and a lady boarded. I could see her eyes scanning for thin passengers just so she could sit next to them and occupy two seats and leave the scrap to the thin one. As fate would have it, she sat next to me. The bus seemed to be taking in more people in the following s...

Rating 4/5 I am so glad I watched this movie alone because watching this with an anti-BJP or anti-Congress person would have made the experience very different. Now, I am not going to walk through the movie scene by scene and find out flaws in the direction or the acting or screenplay because this of all the movies in the world doesn't warrant it. The actors played out their role decently well. The very little drawbacks in the movie were highly compensated by the very moving and real plot. This is not a movie where the audience wait till the end to applaud for India. This is a movie where every scene puts one word and only one word in your mind while you watch it: India. Every scene merits a standing ovation because in reality, the soldiers did really put their lives at stake for our country. Your patriotism is sure to resurface from the very start of the movie and will continue to linger forever even after leaving the theatre. The military jawans in the border unanimously say, ...

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...