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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...
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Paneer Butter Masala! 💓

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  Paneer Butter Masala! 💓   Startled by the bell rings at the door, I went into the restaurant. Confusion took over the place of surprise, as there were foreigners more than Indian people. All the tables were full, and a single table was almost impossible to find. I took the help of a kind waiter, made him understand my Indian accent and acquired a single-person table. I was at Flavours Of India, Sydney. It was my first time in any foreign country and I was much more alienated by bread and lettuce slices. I wanted to make myself at home for the next 6 months, so I thought of finding Indian friends here. The menu had calligraphed letters, reading traditional Indian dishes. With my chest swelling of pride, I called the waiter and ordered Paneer Butter Masala with Garlic Naan. Instantly after ordering, I felt relaxed, as my next work involved no interaction with people there. It was pretty hard to spot Indian-looking people there, but my hunger for Indian people made m...
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V̶i̶c̶t̶i̶m̶, Opponent!

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  Victim,  Opponent!   Hey friends! This is Harini here! Most of you won’t know me! Am Deepan’s friend, and here to share something useful! Don’t worry, I’ll stick to the point, and be precise, unlike Deepan’s blah-blah-blah… Am 17 years old girl and an aspiring astronaut. I want to land on Moon. I want to be the girl on the moon, and show these people I can survive there. Cool right? I always thought being brave is the best thing a human could do. So, for my profession, I thought choosing Science Group after 10 th was my perfect decision. Then came this day, where I did something “Heroic”. For people who are currently thinking, the phrase should be “Heroinic”, Thank you for reading this blog till here. You can resume watching Bigg Boss. R(B)est of the readers, let me tell a story. It happened on 9 th October 2020. Didn’t inform parents, took my Amma’s Scooty (No license yet) and took some money from my savings. Yeah, let it be my savings, still, I used to infor...
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Dear Appa! 💓

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  Dear Appa!  💓  Last year, it was his 49 th birthday. I had started to think of his gift, three months before. I thought of gifting a short film. I wrote the script, rehearsed with the actors well, but somehow, it didn’t happen. I felt so bad for gifting him nothing. I wish I could be my sister sometimes. Last year’s Oct 5 came under that ‘sometimes’. She painted around a betel leaf on an A4 sheet and gifted him. Why couldn’t I be simple? Why couldn’t I gift him something, which was common for my age? I always wanted to surprise him, with different approaches and perspectives. I wouldn’t say all of them are failures. But, failures were most of ‘em. I had always ended up complicating things for him. I would feel bad for my surprise ending badly. But all I could do is, experiment more. This letter to him is an experiment. I have written articles for others, but for Appa, it's different, right?
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Nithya! 💛

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  Nithya! 💛   “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.
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Gubera! 💓

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  Gubera! 💓   ‘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...
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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...
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Kamalesh! 💓

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  Kamalesh! 💓   “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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Arun, Tanvi, Me!

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  Arun, Tanvi, Me!   This is Karthik writing this. I had no habit of diary and all. I keep the diaries Arun gives me yearly, fresh, and neat. But today, I wanted to experiment with what he said about the diary. God, why don’t I trust him with my whole heart? So, today, out of frustration, I didn’t know what to do. I have taken you from the shelf. So, Diary, Buckle up. You’re about to witness my first Diary entry and why I am writing this.
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Anrutha! ❤️

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Anrutha! ❤️   Ankit! I named my script Ankit! I was so happy, as this was my second full script. Even though I had written a serious script first, this felt more fun and close to heart! It's about a boy, crossings limits to find her girl! I wrote it in the most emotional and humorous way, ever possible! Ever possible! I met Chandana and Cherishma after a period of time, and we decided to shoot something. As Chandana was a vegetarian, we couldn’t shoot birds nor animals. So, we settled down to shoot a film. I came home happy that day. I was in Cloud Nine, but that did not last long. I did not have a proper storyline or, to be precise, nothing. I had to do something, sat down to write something, and then the document Ankit stood in front of me. Sorry, Ankit, am gonna change your Gender da! I didn’t even think of casting them in Ankit’s girlfriend, as, they never appear on the screen. So, I reworked that story in about 4 hours, because, I swaged to say the storyline that day, ...
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Depression Diaries #1: Rashmika Mandanna

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Depression Diaries #1: Rashmika Mandanna!   Hey guys! How’s life! Seeing you all after a really long break! Can you guess why I didn’t write these days? Yeah, you’ve guessed right. No one can escape from it. It's so inevitable that even a proper studious student gets in the hold of it. But escaping from it is all in our hands. We should dust everything off us and should start working hard. A nice pep talk right? Wait, did you guys think I am talking about the Depression factor? 😂 No, I was just lazy to write. Thank you for opening this article even after reading the heading.  Sorry for you guys, if you are here to know something about Rashmika. This is something entirely different. Yeah, I can hear you guys very well. I had written about five friends till now, and many readers felt it was getting a little monotonous. Even I felt it. So, I thought of writing about something else too. So I took up my Invisible friend this time, Mr.Depression and am gonna say how I fight w...
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The Tragedy Of Juliet and Romeo

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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...
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Karen-um Naanum! ❤️

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Karennnnnnnnnn!   “One year ah wait panni kudikuren indha coffee ah,” I told. She looked up in awe. Then she smiled. “Aaamaaaaaa Deepaaaannnnnnn”, no exaggeration, she said that, the same way I’ve written. “Karen, naan onnu sollanum,” I told. She sipped her coffee again. She was all ears. What did I tell her? Solren. Before that, who is she? Karen is the first girl to talk with me from college. So, I immediately felt so good, thinking about how my beautiful profile picture has attracted her to speak with me. Later, I got to know the bitter truth that she texted everyone in the college and introduced herself. So, first bulb-uh. Talking about coffee, I asked her if we could have a coffee together. She said yes. But that coffee didn’t happen. I got busy with my personal life, and she was there, but I never cared to look back at her. A year passed by, and destiny brought us together again for a book fair, for which we both volunteered. This time, I was in the ‘I have nothing to lose’ m...
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