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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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Enga Annan! (Binny!) πŸ’–

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  Enga Annan! (Binny!) πŸ’–   Turning 18 years old, here’s the story about a Lion. No, he ain’t a fan of the Singam series. He is truly a lion. That’s why I call him that. No, not a fan of Kadaikutty Singam either. Shut the Soori in your brain. Shall we start? From the empty roads in Krishna Nagar to the vast, but again-empty roads in Sipcot, we both became mature. We didn’t realize each other’s presence and how helpful it is until he spaced around 45 km away from me. We weren’t responsible for this and there was nothing we could’ve done. Starting out to dig my old memories, we have always been in the same team, no matter what’s the festival. We also speak all the nonsense no one can even imagine. We apply our knowledge wherever possible. Recalling those days now, it has always been a ‘Outshining’ competition. Mostly he used to win, as he would easily blame that am 4 months younger than him.
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Revisiting The ‘Why Not’ Girl! ❤

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Revisiting The ‘Why Not’ Girl! ❤   So, any guesses who is the ‘Why Not’ girl? Of course, you would know. You would’ve seen the photo preview right! Don't get offended. I sincerely appreciate those geniuses who genuinely found out. This sequel is made for the 17th birthday of a genius I know (Yeah, I can hear you. She's my friend, but still manages to stay genius). It’s our very renowned celebrity,  Chandana. Unpredictable, Surprising, Foodie, Dominator (Not Terminator, read it again), and Always Hungry, were the keywords in my last blog for her. She was really tough to write last time, as it was to be funny and well-explaining at the same time. This time, it turns out it had got only tougher.  You guys have any idea how tough a sequel is? Not just any sequel, it's on Chandana.
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13 Reasons Why - Reasons to watch!

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  13 Reasons Why - Reasons to watch!   I have seen this series, even though am still 17. I read what it was about, and felt it is important for every teen to watch this. I’ll keep myself from spoiling, but still, beware, Mild Spoilers Ahead.
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Paneer Butter Masala! πŸ’“

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  Paneer Butter Masala! πŸ’“   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! πŸ’“

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  Dear Appa!  πŸ’“  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! 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.
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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...
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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! 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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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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