On Writing

2015 Rocked!!!

I make it a point to ensure my blog posts are not too personal. But once in a while, it is ok.

My School Whatsapp Group: Fancy being addicted your schoolmates’ chatter all over again. Our “Chinmaya” group is the best Whatsapp Group ever. Love you all.  ❤

My Blog: I love reading blogs and getting to know the blogger’s life and thought with each post. Somehow, maintaining my own blog was not an option or so I felt. I had too little say. Most of the things that I had in my mind, had to remain in my mind as it may be too impolite to put down. Also, the feeling that everthing needs to be said is being said more eloquently by someone else kept me away from blogging. Slowly I found that many liked what I wrote in BR’s blog and I thought that I would give blogging one more go. And it paid off. 15+ posts, 5k views in one year and 70+ comments and all of them are positive ones. Yippee.

Being a well regarded commenter at BR’s blog is itself a huge source of contentment to me. 😀

My Gaming: I started to play Clash of Clans to check the assertion that it is more difficult to play than Candy Crush. In fact, I uninstalled Candy Crush from all my devices because I knew I would not play any game with concentration if my sweet Candy Obsession was around. Well, no question about it, Candy Crush wins. Candy Crush may look sugary sweet and Clash of Clans may look all Rough and Tough, but it is the other way around. Candy Crush required more steady nerves and clear thinking and clearing some levels can be unimaginably tough. Currently I am back to Candy Crush and am at Level 1192.

And believe it or not, Clash or Clans is all about how prudent your priorities and time management are. It is more important to use your gold/elixir well, rather than to know how to get them in the first place. Paitence is everything in this war game. But the best thing about Clash of Clans is my clan “Ace of War”. Run by a few teenagers, it is a source of such fun and happiness. I swear I would not have been a clasher for 5 whole months if it was not for my very awesome clan. 😀

My lunch group: As much fun as school used to be. Makes office going itself a fun experience. Thank you all.:P

My new found freedom: At some point this year, I learnt to say “Enough is enough, you are not my friend anymore”. This actually happened thrice to very different individuals for very different reasons. I would have thought that it would be a sad experience. It was actually quite liberating. All is well. 🙂

My work: I never write about my work. But nothing wrong in saying it ROCKS, is there?  🙂

My London Trip: I. Saw. Paul. McCartney. Perform. LIVE. What else can I say? 🙂

Tamil Movies

Thanga Magan – Review

Dear Hema DeSouza,

I did not quite get what sort of person you are in this movie Thanga Magan. A guy seems to stalk you in the local temple and when he asks your name in the marketplace, you seemed to be pissed. I feel the same about stalking.

Many men think that saying, “I have often seen you in the local bus stop” suddenly entitles them to ask your personal details and suddenly “be your friend”. I did not like the way you said “En pinala every week ethana per suthuraanga theriyuma?” But overall, the point is right. You can’t go around being the girl friend of every guy who wants to be your boyfriend. Sometimes the answer is a “No”.

Sometimes the answer can be a “Yes”, I know that. Sometimes the answer can be a “Maybe”, after all we can’t decide this in a day. But did that guy saying“Ivalo azhagana ponnukku thimiru iruntha thappu illa”impress you so much? As far as pick-up lines go, it is a definite dud. But to each her own as they say.

But here is the thing. You go to a discotheque with your best friend and a couple of guys. I assume you know the guys well? Ok. Your stalker has stalked you till this night club. He is staring at you. You yourself phrase it as “Kannu Edukaama Paakura“. So it is only nautral that your male friend confronts the stalker, right? You suddenly claim the stalker is your friend? If he had been a friend, he would have come and greeted you and introduced himself to your male friends too. That is what guys who are worth their salt do.

And then, you see what happens with your own eyes. The policeman stops your male companion for driving under the influence. Your stalker walks up to the policeman who seems to be in first name basis with the stalker.  The stalker is also under the influence. He says something to the policeman. The policeman seems to retain your male companions. Your stalker gives you a lift. You abandon your male companions and your best friend and straddle the bike without a second thought. If your male companions are taken to the lock up or something, your best friend is at the mercy of another confirmed stalker. W.T.F.

You drink orance juice in the club but ask your friend (No point in calling him a stalker any longer) to buy you drinks? Maybe you think drinking in nightclubs is riskier? You would have had a better choice of drinks in the nightclub. Whatever. Your Choice. Your way of proposing to the guy was a bit of an eye-roll for me. But let is agree to disagree. The places you two made out seemed to make suspension of disbelief almost impossible. People do make out in cinema theatres or so I have heard. But it would have been more sensible if you got a room. I know you are young and wanted to scratch the itch. But did you and your BF ever talk?

But the first time you tried to talk did not sit well with the dude, did it? I felt so sorry for you. I felt sorry for him too. He really was bewildered when you after disagreeing to live with his parents, agreed to live with Aravind’s mom. You really should have explained your stance better. I have attached a letter of what you should/could have told him. I also believe that you should have told Aravind yourself that you used to be Thamizh’s girl.  Anyway, your ship seems to have sailed even before you ever had a chance. But that is life. Life is more than just marriage. I wish you the very best in life. I also wish that you start getting along with your husband.

With Love,

Rahini D




Dear Thamizh,

We had a bad break up and we never talked much after that. Now I find that I am marrying your first cousin. Not only am I am going to marry him, I am going to live with him in the house he currently lives. If you remember, we had a huge row after I said my dream was to have a nuclear family. In fact, I remember that you could never warm up to me after that incident. I was always eyed with suspicion after that and the negative vibes soon broke our relationship to pieces.

I just thought I would explain my stance. My mother and my paternal grandmother are very different people. You know my parents live in Chennai. My paternal grandparents live in London. My father and I have learnt to be different people in Chennai and different people in London. The rules of housekeeping followed by my Amma and Granny are so different and I am proud of both their housekeeping skills. It is the distance and space that gave both the women

their happiness and their freedom. Each is the queen of her space. Surely, you realised that I was Anglo-Indian before we ever talked right? You also know that my Amma is a brahmin. Surely you understand that living day in an day out with your parents in such a small house would have had its disadvantages? If I lived with you in your house, your parents would have had to have cotton wool in their ears to avoid hearing us making out. It is THAT small a house.

I will be living with Aravind’s Mom. I talked about my desire for nuclear family to my mother. She understands. But she said that as Seetha-Amma is a widow and living alone would be too difficult for her and that it was a spacious house and I would not feel too difficult to have my own personal space. I was willing to relent.

Please don’t think that I am dissing you for having a small house. I am not. I really thought that renting another small house in the neighbourhood would not have been difficult and well within our budget. I had it all chalked out. It would not have inconvenienced your parents much either. They would had each others company and would have enjoyed their old age together. My grandparents did. I am an only child and that is how my parents will live after I get married. That is what all birds do after their chicks fledge. I did not expect an out of the ordinary, cruel thing. I did think it through. If only you had been willing to listen. If only we had a relationship that went beyond making out. If only things had worked out. But they didn’t.

Oh well. I saw the girl you are going to marry. Nice girl. Just your type. All the best.


Hema DeSouz


Dear Yamuna Thamizh,

Well, there is no point talking to someone else’s wet dream. But still there is one thing I just had to tell.  Your Anni probably ear marked that cup of coffee for her husband as he wanted extra sugar or something. Do not judge your family members so soon.

In the unlikely event that you do exist. I wish you the very best in life.

With Love,

Rahini D


Dear Radhika Sarathkumar,

You are one terrific actress. They don’t make them like that anymore.

Love and Kisses,

Rahini D