I hadn’t started ‘travelling’ in the spiritual sense of the word until about five years ago. I assumed this lack of experience was serving me well during the corona lockdown because I hadn’t caught the travel-withdrawal bug. An encounter with an aggressive bird made me realise that there are parts of travel that I do miss – like learning whether the birds in the new city are bigger jerks than the ones back home.
My husband calls me Cookie and I call him Boo. Anyone who knows my husband and I in real life would have a hard time believing that we have such ‘cute’ nicknames for each other. We used to be so anti-cute when it came to our relationship that even our close friends didn’t know we were dating for the longest time. I can’t pin-point when we gave each other these nicknames. But I remember how it happened and it’s quite dumb.
For someone who had always wanted to be a writer, she was very reluctant about taking up the apprentice job. She had applied along with her friends when they had seen the advertisement. “It’s a great learning opportunity!” they’d said. He was a bestselling author with a broken right hand. He needed someone to type his next book, ‘Adrenaline’. She was not a fan of his work. But the job paid well and he’d picked her from thousands of applicants.
All of Kalki’s characters, male and female, are brilliant. I could tell that he was a huge believer in the good of humanity and that he was a romantic. The men are handsome and the women are goddesses walking on earth. They are too good to be true but I liked Ponniyin Selvan in spite of that. It’s partly because of the gripping narration and humor in his storytelling. But the key reason is that I was completely taken in after I met the first formidable female in the book. This kind of equality in the attention given to male and female characters is what, I thought, the world was moving towards. But never did I realise that it was done and dusted sixty years ago.
MSV composed songs that didn’t just stand the test of time but transcended it. Working closely with the great lyricist Kannadasan, he came up with compositions that captured the very essence of life. Whether you are a doting sister or a dying soldier, MSV has a song for you — a song for every emotion, a song for every occasion. These songs are in no way MSV’s greatest, commercially or critically. These are just the songs that stuck with this particular millennial in spite of the parental pressure.
If life were a person, it’ll be the cruel kid that destroys a line of ants, one ant at a time. Life is unfair and ruthless. Life strips down your best-laid plans. Life strikes you where it hurts the most. Life doesn’t understand relationships. Life hasn’t the vaguest idea about ambition. Life loves hard workContinue reading “Lemon and Lemonade”
Parents stop being heroes at some point. And the circumstances leading up to it are always ugly. You realize they made the wrong call more times than you can count. You realize that the world didn’t screw them over; their worldview is screwed. You get frustrated when they don’t listen to you telling them to not make another mistake. You give up.