Food for thought.

Most often, we come across people who change with time. You find their attitude, their behaviour, their interest in you doesn’t remain constant. 

Sometimes they call themselves your best friend, make you their pity project, ensure they have you by their side when they need you and then, they are gone – when they don’t need you anymore. They don’t respond to your texts, don’t ask you if you’re okay, don’t find the time to get back to you – because they don’t necessarily have anything to do with you. And they’d always expect you to understand their absence. And shamelessly so.

People like these, who call themselves your constants, are in reality, vermins of the worst order who drain all energy, all positivity and everything that you’ve to offer. 

They aren’t your real friends. They aren’t those who’d if not physically, be emotionally there for you when you need them. People like these are spam. Delete them off from your contact list, your friend list, your life. It is time you did. 

I have done. 

It’s For Forever!


Time flies. Circumstances change. Faces become unfamiliar. We age.

It is ironical though – the fact that we meet millions of people in different phases our lives, but we manage to stick on to only a few. A few become strangers, a few, acquaintances, a few, family, and a few, friends, for life – because, we connect with them like we do with nobody else. The wavelength, the rapport, the understanding, the warmth.

To those few of you in my life – you belong to me.

It doesn’t matter in which part of the world you live, it doesn’t matter if we don’t converse everyday, it doesn’t matter that today ain’t friendship day – but – I love you.

I am, because you help me be.

Thank you, for, you connect with me the way I am,  you connect with my flaws, with my  follies. With my imperfections. With my eccentricity. With my absurdity.

This bond we share, just so you know, is for forever. 


You’re a brick 💖

Just a series of poems, I’d be writing to people who matter. My friends.

Hey Poo!

With you, anyone can form a great crew,

There’s nothing you cannot do,

You derive inspiration for anything out of the blue,

You are my friend old and new,

You helped me out when how I’ll manage, I didn’t have a clue,

You have a heart of gold, and you are true,

You’re a brick, you’ve always put up with this prick, phew,

Stay you,

But Pooja, continue being my friend too 🙂



My Day-Offs…

It’s been quite sometime since I blogged, so here I am typing away, spilling my thoughts into a proper blog post. It’s Sunday today, and my day off. It’s almost come to an end though, as I’m writing this – I’d probably have my dinner in sometime and hit the sack in an hour. But I like to look forward to my day-offs like every other person in the world  – they are the days I get plenty of time to read, sleep and eat. (Okay, the last bit is a lie. Not eat. I don’t really look forward to eating unless I’m starving). So, reading, and sleeping are pretty much the only two activities I care to make time for, when I’m on a holiday. I’d like to write sometimes though, when I’m in the mood, or think (not cook) of a recipe or two when I feel creative. Sometimes rearrange my books on the shelves, or Skype with friends. Anything that would involve me stepping out of the house or meeting people is a total No-No for me. I’m basically crowd phobic. Okay, correction, I hate to be part of a crowd with people that know me – as in, acquaintances, friends, relatives etc. Because, with them, I’d have to strike up a conversation, or be part of one, just for the sake of doing it – when neither of us is interested in the other, or when only one gets to ask the questions and the other has to answer (I always end up only giving the answers). As a kid, I didn’t have much of a choice – but now, when I kind of, do, I choose to stay locked up in my room, with my books, sketches and paint, to strike up a conversation with the thoughts creating chaos in my mind, to become one with the world I read about.

Euphoria all the way!

I’m terribly sick as I am writing this, yet the euphoria I experienced today is energy enough to put my feelings into words. Your life at college forms one of the most important parts of your being, and you don’t need reasons to understand why. And, after 2 long years, today, I got to relive yet another day as a student of the same old college I had done my B.E. in.

Okay, time for me to brag a bit.

At college, I was through and through the topper of my department. From the first semester till the last. I ended up securing a Gold Medal – Anna University 3rd Rank. But being the topper didn’t quench my thirst. I wanted to be versatile, an all-rounder. Plus I had this passion for compering. So I began to be the department MoC (Master of Ceremonies). Then grew to be the college MoC, in my second year. Come third year, I had begun compering for the other departments in my college. I started to contribute to my college magazines, became the student editor of my department newsletter. Did a stint as a singer and the student cultural coordinator. Was part of the organizing team of both the TEDx events that were held during my course of study in the college as well. A few bits more, maybe. All the while, while I made a lot of mistakes, stumbled and got hurt, I bounced back for more, for perfection. I wanted to be the best, anyway, any day. That was the driving force that kept me going, that kept me wanting to keep achieving. There was some magic in the air, maybe that helped me progress, all the while. There was so much of warmth, regard, and love that there was absolutely no space for any negative vibe at all. Plus I got in return is loads of happy memories for a lifetime.

This year around, I got to add 2 more memories to the collection.

On July 8, 2016, I was invited by my department to be an Alumni Speaker at the ISOI Student Chapter Alumni Interaction meet. An experience I will cherish with pride.

And today, August 19, 2016,  I was presented the “Exemplary Attendance Award” for my outstanding accomplishment of 100% Attendance from the I semester to the VIII semester  – not one single day off/leave of absence taken during my entire 4 year course of my B.E. degree. And I am super proud I was able to accomplish this feat.

So here I am, sharing the 1 super amazing souvenir of my super-happy memory, so I can preserve it forever and ever.

Yayayyyyyyy! Euphoria!





Friends Forever!

To Uthra, my sister and first best friend. To Pooja, Anushka, Gayathri, Ezhil, Sabarritha, M.K., Abhi, Lk, Mahee, Kishore, Suraj. Happy Friendship Day to You!
Oh and if you want to buy me a “friendship day” gift to me, just visit my Amazon wish list, or my Goodreads To Be Read list – you’ll know what exactly to give me. Or perhaps a Calvin and Hobbes comics box set will also do 😆

In a world where nothing comes free, where people don’t talk to each other without purpose, there is this beautiful bond called friendship. Where you just connect with someone, instantly or maybe in a day, in weeks, in months and become ‘Friends‘.

Friends who like you for who you are, not for what you’ll become or what they want you to become. Friends who don’t tell you what to do, but join you in the fun.

No, I’m certainly not talking about people who call themselves your friends, but every time you need them they aren’t there. Not people for who you make yourself available all the time, but they conveniently ask you “Is it something important? (With a smiley)”. Not people who let you down during your rough patches. Not people who are jealous of who you are, or what you have. Not people who constantly find ways and means to change you the way they want you to be. Not people who don’t stay with you when you’re in distress, and get back to you in your glory. Not people who talk to you all day, but aren’t ready to listen to you when you want them to. Not people who find it easy to make excuses and not be there during your important moments in life when you want them by your side.

I’m talking about people who like you for who you are. People who don’t put up with you, but actually enjoy your company. People to whom your presence matters the world. People who not just accept your flaws, but like you with your flaws. People who’ll laugh with you, cry with you, who’ll happily eat every bait with you. People who’ll pull your leg all the time, but will be the first to speak up for you when someone puts you down. People to whom you can bare your heart to. People with whom you can always be your true self, without any pretence on, without any necessity to impress. People who’ll be extremely busy, but will still find time for you, because you mean a lot to them. People who’ll become your family when you are alone, and stand by your side without questions when you need them. People, who might miss wishing you on your birthday, who might not talk to you everyday, but will still get through to you the moment they sense you’re not okay. I’m talking about people who’ll never judge you for who you are, or for the decisions you make.

I’m talking about people who are your real friends. Not your Facebook friends or your Twitter followers. Not the forced kind either. Real, non-pretence people, with who you share a beautiful bond called friendship, with whom you strike a chord. People, who can resonate at the same wavelength as yours, who can read your mind looking at your face without you having to utter a word. People, who always give you the right vibe. People who see right through you, beyond all your hoity-toity airs, your fake smiles and your sharp tongue.

Friendship, like any other relationship isn’t perfect. And the beauty of it would be lost if it was. It would’ve been extremely soppy and dull and boring, if it were not for the stupid misunderstandings and the petty fights. If it were not for the numerous arguments. They make the bond stronger, more special.

I’m extremely lucky to have found a few such, and to those few I’d like to dedicate this blog post. You know I’m a defective piece, wired to be just the way I am. And I know you’ll stand by me, rock solid, no matter what. Your presence matters the world to me, and I will cling on to you forever. Thanks for always being an amazing part of my world. Can’t imagine my life without even one of you. You guys are special.

To a bond as beautiful as this, a day wouldn’t suffice. Nevertheless, cheers to beautiful people who make your world go round, people with whom you forge a relationship, fun and pure and everlasting.

Cheers to friends. Cheers to friendship. Cheers to Friendship Day!

For The Love Of Superstar

I wasn’t much of a movie person at all, when I was in school. I was allowed to watch movies very rarely, and the only source I got to watch them, was on the TV – on the DD national. So most of the movies I watched as a kid were only Hindi movies, and they would star either of these 3 actors – Amitabh Bachchan, Rajesh Khanna or Shah Rukh Khan. (Because they are my dad’s favourites). This practice continued even during my college days, but the number of channels that I was allowed to watch had increased. So I had an extensive variety of movies to watch, all again Hindi. 

All the while though, I wasn’t living in a bubble. Because, in the few Tamil channels that were available at my place, everytime a Superstar Rajinikanth’s movie was telecast, every member of the family would finish the task at hand at an amazing speed, and would sit down to watch the movie. No switching of channels during the movie was allowed. No disturbance of any kind was entertained until the movie was over. 

When my friends(from outside Tamil Nadu) at work came to know I hadn’t watched many of his movies yet, they were amazed. And I was amazed too, by the amount of their fervour, their love for the Superstar. 

But one thing was clear to me, all through. Our Superstar has always the one supremely common thread who kept us connected. Everytime, then and now, his movie is released, it is celebration time for all of us. There would be excitement about the music, the plot, the ticket – booking, but what tops it all is the opportunity for us to see our Thalaivaa on screen again. Such is his charisma. His expressions become our emotions. His signature style, our ultimate swag. His movie, an experience for a lifetime. His fans become family. He is that undisputed uniting factor of the country. He is our Thalaivaa, our Superstar. Our only Rajini. 

P.S. Check today’s The Hindu, Cinema Plus, Page 2 😋💞