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To Madras, with love

 Where the day starts with newspaper and filter coffee, Where one is graced by the towering Central station upon arrival Where you see giant cut-outs of actors near theatres - On the backs of autos and in taxis, Where movie releases are celebrated like festivals The perfect blend of Malgudi and metropolis – That’s Madras. Where you eat delicious dosas from Saravana Bhawan, You can visit Anna library for research or go to Chepauk to watch a match, Can go to Egmore museum or take a stroll along the beach, Visit the temples or go to cafes, The city which accepts you with open arms, That’s Madras. Where Rahman is celebrated as elegantly as MS Subbulakshmi, Where Thalaiva rules over everyone's hearts- That international mascots have to bend. Where there is history associated with every street, Every nook and corner has a story to tell, Where Margazhi festival is as abuzz as rock concerts, Where you feel like home-away-from-home, Where Sir Thomas Munro keeps a watch atop a horse, Where ...
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The Death of Books

"I fear India is in danger of having more writers than readers soon" The most celebrated children's authors of India, Ruskin Bond said this in an interview last year. Although he told this from the prospective of publishing becoming easier with the passing time, maybe he was indirectly aiming at the gradual decrease in the number of readers in the present kids. You don't believe me? Okay, try out this social experiment: Remember him, right? Of course, who can forget the iconic Chacha Chaudhary from our childhood days, whose brain was even faster than the computer! But, I'm sure about this, only a select few kids of this generation will recognize him, or maybe have heard about him. You will blame it all on the rarity of the comics, and the low-brainer content that is common in popular culture among kids these days. Or if not this, ask them if they have heard about these names, Birbal, Tenali Raman, Panchatantra, or even Vikram Betal. I bet you most of the ...

We, the 'proud' fools

Hi! It's been a long time, hasn't it? I had actually decided to take a backseat and observe the people, and where they are actually heading. And here's what I concluded from my observations. The title may intrigue some people, while others may laugh or get angry by seeing it. But accept it or not, that is the reality; that has what reality has become, and it has been so deeply rooted that it will take many hard efforts on our part to get rid of that word, and return back to being great again. India indeed is a country of the most talented people of the the world. It's just that most of us fail to realize our talents, undermine ourselves to the lowest possible levels or even feel inferior by comparing ourselves with others. Or we proudly accept that we are fools, and wear it everywhere, even making fun of people who try to gain knowledge, and even blaming the system. India has the largest youth population among all the other countries in this world, and hence it is ...

The Writer's Paradox

Sometimes I think of this complex: How underrated are the writers; the people who create stories. Stories won't survive without a writer, but how many times have you seen writers being respected, even in a trivial way? Movies and TV shows are all about the writers. Marvel is all about writers. We adore the heroes, sympathize with the villains, but forget the writers. What do we see the first thing in a movie? The actor. Do we ever think of the writer? We think of the director at the very least. And let's not talk about the music industry. You know, we associate music with the singers and the instrument players, at the very least. Remember the recently viral meme, "When Arijit Singh said, 'Jaata hai.....de!', I really laughed"? It was not Arijit Singh who 'said' that! The lyrics were penned down by Kummar. Having the most beautiful tasks and providing jobs to many, writers lose their individuality. For the sake of their needs, they sell their works...

Who am I?

I get up at 9AM every day. After checking my phone, and texting ‘Good Morning’ to my friends and my crush (who of course doesn’t give a damn about me!), I pick up a notebook and go to the college. After attending the boring classes, I sit in the canteen or in the bike stand, and discuss stuffs ranging from who is the most beautiful celebrity, to who is the sexiest guy/girl in the college. We also talk about the teachers, make fun of their accent, and in the end tell, “What else can be done?” Then we return back home, after spending some beautiful time with our friends, because these days will be engraved in the memories. I sleep for two or three hours in the noon, and then play cricket in front of my hostel. Then we discuss about the game, how I could have played better, and then go on and watch some YouTube videos, even sharing some in WhatsApp. Getting bored, I go to the adjacent rooms, and discuss stuffs with people there. After that, I call up some people and talk with them about...

Dussehra

                        My daughter was more excited to go and see the 3 effigies burn after I narrated the story of Ramayana to her the previous evening. She slept only after I promised to take her to see the ‘Ravaan Podi’ the next day. This time, the Puja pandals were decorated exquisitely than before. For instance, the pandal of Rasulgarh replicated the magnificent Tejo Mahalaya of Agra, while the pandal of Bomikhal replicated the Brihaspatiyaan-1, with such perfection that would make many architects awe. The fire crackers stuffed inside the effigies were eco-friendly and scarce in number, given the new regulatory standards of the Pollution Control Board. The pep and the flavours of the Puja were lingering in the air. The next morning, after getting up, I checked the messages in my phone, as usual. The internet was not working, maybe there were some issues with the network. I switched on and off the airplane mode, bu...

Nationalism

I don’t think that ours is the world’s greatest country.                                                                                                              -Mohan Bhargav, Swades Today let’s talk about nationalism. I know the above quote is a very weird way to start something on nationalism, but that’s the need of the hour. Nationalism is defined as ‘a feeling of love or pride for your own country; a feeling that your country is better than any other’. We have been taught about the history of this country, also that we should be proud of our country, and that we should try and serve the country. And that’s what we used to do, until some years back. Until the whole concept of Nationalism and making our ...