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Attention!

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“I’d like to thank the honorable Chief Guest Arputham, my department HOD Verona, my co-ordinator Jeyaraj, my best friend Deepan, the faculty, and fellow students who spent their valuable time being here!” Pavithra ended the event, which was followed by thundering applause. I was awestruck by her daring act of including my name in the Valedictory speech. Most of them didn’t seem to notice, but her HOD was stunned and confused by her sudden inclusion in their decades-old template. Pavithra winked from the stage and disappeared into the crowd that escorted the chief guest. Pavithra and I’ve been friends for almost three hundred days now, ever since she texted me after reading my blog. She was the first enthusiastic fan outside of my friends for my writing. She genuinely loved all my works and pointed out the few she didn’t. She had invited me to her college for a random workshop on “Girls and how they should be protected.” It was the most backward speech I’ve heard in years. But of co...

Nithya! πŸ’›

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  Nithya! πŸ’›   “When the hell are you going to write about me? You have written about all the other friends from our gang. Why am still left?” If she had asked like this, I would’ve written this blog long back. But she never asked a word. While I was high writing about my friends, she would’ve highly expected an article for her. She 100% deserves it too. But I didn’t write one. It didn’t strike to my mind that she might feel bad about not having an article. One of my friends told me to write about her. I recollected my memories with her, which I felt was poor for a whole article. So, I told I can’t write. That friend told me to apologize to Nithya. I realized how dejected she would've felt and how stupid I had been.

Gubera! πŸ’“

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  Gubera! πŸ’“   ‘Ulagathin Thalai Sirandha Sol, Seyal,’ said Sivakarthikeyan, before the word ‘‘Intermission’’ came up on the screen. Once it came on the screen, Abishek and I knew, that our friend was going to take the Vishwaroopam of, an accountant. He collected the money we both had, and started to do some calculations. He didn’t have one percent of guilt, of holding on a person (Me!) who has the urgency of using the restroom, since the 47 th minute  of the film. He cooly counted the cash, looked at all the brouchures, and asked me to choose and all. I would've happily chosen restroom, over Panneer Tikka Roll. He saw me doing that Naagini dance and decided to use the restroom first. Yeahhh! I won! How peaceful it was! But, no, it didn't end well. These boys called me out, and I came out with a terror on my face. They took a candid of me, like Ajithkumar opening his Jeep door, but here, instead of a Jeep door, there was the restroom door. This all happened in 2017, a...

Don’t cry Machan!

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  Don’t cry Machan!   ‘So! That’s tomorrow, right?’ ‘Yes! I’m happy its going to end tomorrow.’ ‘Lemme come with you da!’ ‘Nope, we’ve already talked about this. I’m going, and you’re going to stay home. Kids shouldn’t be at hospital.’ ‘Dei! Okay! You know what, you are going to come back, for me.’ ‘Hey, am not your girlfriend da! She’ll be busy chatting with someone.’ ‘Dei! This for you da! I never want to lose you da!’ ‘Machan! Don’t make me lose my confidence now da! I am strong! Don’t spoil it by your amatuer attempts.’ ‘Am sorry da! See, I’ve never been in this situation and all da! I feel so lonely and helpless.’ ‘Shut up da! Talk something cheerful! Make my sneaking purposeful!’ ‘I don’t even know you should sneak or not da! You are straining yourself.’ ‘Excuse me! You aren’t letting me speak da! I’m speaking on my own interest!’ ‘If that’s the case, then I would never want this night to end da.’ ‘Stop speaking Mani Ratnam’s dialogues da! I...

Kamalesh! πŸ’“

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  Kamalesh! πŸ’“   “Deepan, Deepan!” I heard a faint voice waking me. I hardly opened my eyes. I made out that a hand with Bangles gave me a tumbler of some flavored milk. I sprung up, got the tumbler, and sipped it until I got back to my senses. The room was totally different, and so chilly, in contrast to my home. It took me some time to realize that I was in Kamalesh’s house. I slammed my head, for being irresponsible. I came to stay here temporarily, as my parents were out of the station. I laughed within myself, while my mind travelled back to the day, we both met. I don’t know exactly what happened that day, and neither will he, as we met when we were hardly 4 years old. Our parents became too close before we got to know we both existed in the same class. Everything then, (and now too) was Kamalesh for me. He was the first person who accepted me as a friend. I felt so proud then. I used to do whatever he tells then. That much, I loved him.

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