Why I cannot stop reading Chick Literature

I will probably never stop reading Chick literature, which is my guilty pleasure. I love to fantasise about living in that ideal world and just be lost in there couple of hours.  For people who don’t know what a Chick Lit is, it is the kind of book guys avoid and the ones that make…

Dheeran Adigaram Onru: I would love to see more of this kind

The feeling of having watched a good movie lingers long after it was over. It makes you think, it makes you feel. The sad thing is that those movies are so very rare. That is probably why when you get to see a movie worth-watching a sense of satisfaction fills you over.   For me…

High time actor Vijay gives audience a movie we deserve

Mersal, the much hyped Diwali release and the only big budget movie of this year was a kind of movie ruined by bad screenplay and choice of hero. Seriously, what was I expecting? A movie with an actual plot is too much to ask it seems. The movie was meant to celebrate actor Vijay’s 25…

Walking down the memory lane in Nagercoil, a small town I grew up in

I remember evenings the most as I was growing up in a small town in the Southern tip of India, Kanyakumari. Memories of receding sunlight that breaks through the branches of a neem tree; birds returning to their nests after the day’s hunt; a group of five or six children including me playing hide and…

Vinayakar Chaturthi: When eating kozhukattai is all you think about

If there is one thing that I look forward as Vinayagar Chaturthi dawns, it is the thought of eating endless supply of kozhukattai my mother would make that morning. Those sweet filled dumpling and the kaaram (it is a bit spicy to accompany the sweet)ones, I would eat them all day in installments. These dumpling are…

Too early to get a Holmes; Tamil cinema has to make to with Thupparivaalan

It is not difficult to understand why Tamil cinema can never get their own Sherlock Holmes. We just cannot do without sentiments, super action (unnecessary) sequences and dragging the climax just to bring out the villain sob story. Thupparivaalan tried to bring to Tamil audience the Sherlock Holmes from the 221B Baker street where actor…

When you are a Tambrahm and cannot sing

Oh! the irony of being a tambrahm and not being able to sing. I’m a Tamil brahmin and I really cannot sing. This is partially due to my inability to understand ragas and partially due to my lack of interest in carnatic music, something my parents never understood.   It is not that I have…

The smell of old books

I love those dim and dingy rooms that smell like old books, whose pages are moth ridden and yellowed with age. Those paperbacks and hard-bounds where men and women pour their hearts out, often about their unrequited love at the footnotes. These books, which find their place in second hand roadside shops, is my haven….

India’s Godmen culture

Godmen. Demigods for whom people are ready to die for. Godmen. A term so loosely used in India, where there are thousands of Godmen with crores of followers. Godmen. A topic I had always wanted to write about but never had the confidence that I could do justice. But I’m still going to give it…

NEET and all that is wrong with Tamil Nadu

S Anitha, who had scored 1176 out of 1200 in Class 12 State board exams, committed suicide. She was a daughter of a poor daily daily wage labourer in a small village in Ariyalur district in Tamil Nadu. She wanted to be a doctor. She couldn’t. She could get only 86 in the National Eligibility…

My first memory of Madras, 20 years ago

The memory of my first time in Madras is still clear. It was probably 1996 when Madras was still Madras and yet to become the Chennai it was today. That feeling of awe I felt when I first got down in the Egmore railway station, which was foreign yet exhilarating, is something I don’t think…