Category: mind-notes

Blue ticks and Screenshots

Of course you know what I am talking about!


This is probably a major reason for the new-gen relationships going haywire. Forget Infidelity, forget lack of respect, forget everything else. The “last seen..” and the double blue ticks that adorn our WhatsApp conversation windows and those screenshots completely wreck our lives these days.

I am guilty of using each of those at some point or the other in my life so far. No, really. I remember having fought with people because they apparently ‘saw’ my message and did not care to reply. (Ironically I was blind to not see their ‘message’). I have been stupid enough to overthink and ruin my peace of mind over the ‘last seen at’ nonsense. Screenshots, ha, that is a different story altogether. Although personally I use this feature to remember some of the nicest things that people have told me, I have also used it to convey the messages to others when I am too lazy to type everything out.

After having enough troubles from those features, now I have turned everything off. No Last seen blah blah. Oh yeah! WhatsApp was kind enough to warn me that I will not be able to see other’s such timelog if I turned mine off, and well, I said I don’t care about that.

Blue ticks are turned off too, saving a lot of heartburn. The friggin thing is such a blessing that people will at least be at peace giving me that benefit of doubt.

Using all these tools to keep a tab on people whom we love and trust is pathetic. Why don’t we understand that if they want you to know something, they will. What is the necessity for us to poke people and drive them crazy. This reminds me of that hilarious scene in the movie ‘Pyaar ka punchnama’ ( which can be watched right here ). I have to admit that this guy has got it 70% right from his side.

Technology has made us slaves, how much ever ridiculous and funny it might sound. It is even more ironical to think that we fought for independence 60 years back and well, we are imprisoned now.


The Omnipresent One

Today is one of those “earmarked” days for music and here I am, trying to muster a few words up related to Music.

Music has always been a part of our lives, in one form or the other. Some of us would have the vague memories of reluctantly sitting with a teacher to learn music, even at such a young age where one cannot spell M-U-S-I-C properly.  Some of us would have been forced due to norms governed by Caste, Gender or the Community.  Anyway, this post, I shall walk you through what music means to me.

To me, it is a language. A form of expression, if I have to put it  better.  My encounter with music goes long way back. With a musically inclined family, one cannot expect otherwise.  Hence, feasting on the daily dosage of Ragams and composers (strictly Carnatic ) I grew up. Regular classes and attending concerts, they did try to hone me into an M.S.SubbuLakshmi or D.K.Pattammal. ( I know this might cause a few of you some indignance, but it is just an exaggeration and shall be taken in a light manner as it was intended originally).  I had other plans. I was lazy. I didn’t understand the value of it back then.  Now I do, though.

I began my exploration of music, because I knew that there is a lot of it out there. I began searching for alternate options like indo-western fusion, those chant types etc. Those gave me peace of mind. I loved them.

As an individual, I find it tough to concentrate on listening to carnatic concert at a stretch for an extended period of time. It is not that I despise it. I adore and revere that form of music. But it is just my nature. May be I have got an attention span the size of a sand grain. I didn’t really feel bad either. To me music was much more beyond those three hour concerts and strict tradition of Guru-Shishya.  Music was all encompassing. I saw sense in appreciating all efforts done by people who create songs/tunes. I was not up for the claim that Carnatic music was THE only form that was worth spending/investing one’s time in.

On these thoughts I would like to share a few compositions that hold a special place in my mind, which also echoes my sentiments mentioned above.

This particular song is one of my favorites. Starting lines sums up my opinions, while the rest of the song is like walking on a tree lined avenue, holding the hand of that special someone, on a beautiful breezy evening.

Music can be found anywhere and everywhere, anytime. It is highly relative to the situation a person is in. To a hungry person, the sound from a pressure cooker would be the ultimate symphony. For an idle, answer seeking and calm mind, even the babbling of water along the brook would be music. To each, his own.

Music does not have a defined format. The lullaby that a mother sings to her child, how much ever croaky a voice she might have, is music. The passionate love that happens between two souls that live for each other, with hopes and dreams of a future together is also music. It is omnipresent.

Music is more of a form of expression than art. Any feeling in the world can be explained very well in a set of musical notes than by words.  Music is in itself a drug, for it is capable of ensnaring the one who takes it, completely. Music is also its antidote.



Dear Child!

Dear Child,


You may be wondering as to what this letter is doing in the envelope that you have got as a gift for your birthday. This is my gift to you, on a rather important day in your life. 16, is such a magical number. Happy birthday, my baby. You will always me my baby, no matter how old you grow up to be. 

It is astonishing to see you as an adult. Time flies. It seemed like yesterday when I was apprehensive about keeping you comfortable in a cramped up space inside of me. I just hope it didn’t hurt much. If it did, it was totally unintentional dear. 

Your baby-steps and your sweet, messed up blabbers made my day very often. Not one day, even now, passes by without your thought. On this significant day, I would like to tell you a few things as your mother.

Firstly, you are an adult now and I believe you are slowly realizing that yourself too. Don’t worry about it too much, you will outgrow it very soon. It is normal to feel confused about it at this stage. 

This is the point where you set out to embark upon a journey of your own. You make and chase dreams, go out to discover yourself and know and understand the world better. You are slowly sprouting wings, my child. Fear not! This is an opportunity for you. A blessed opportunity to understand the world and in the process, understand yourself better. 

The whole world is your oyster and go get them! It is totally okay to chase your dreams. It is absolutely fine to be in the race, for time stops for nobody. It is fine to be you. The unabashed and daring you. I mean it. Smile and wear your confidence like the dress that you put on yourself everyday. 

Although, it is my duty to warn you. The world is not a fair place, my child. It has its own traps and pits which is open for you to get stuck and sucked in. Fear not! Be cautious, yet be kind to people around you. They deserve as much compassion as you do too. Keep your eyes open and be attentive to your surroundings. Trust your guts. If something makes you uncomfortable, leave the place. Stand up for what you think is right. 

Baby, the world judges. It does. Do not spare a thought about it. Always remember, you are your biggest strength and your worst enemy too. Use it wisely. It is not wrong to follow your passion. It is not wrong to do something as a profession and also something for your passion. Remember, Passion is overrated. Survival is more crucial. 

Be honest to yourself, kid. That stays on for a long time. Pick your friends wisely. At the end of the day, nobody cares about the number of friends you have. There is nothing wrong in being choosy. 

Remember, you will meet people, who will end up betraying your trust. You will end up feeling heart broken and helpless. Your heart is your own. Seize it and move on. Some people are just not meant to stay in your life. Accept that fact and walk on. Someday you will reach the place you desire to be in. 

There will be times in your life when you will yearn for companionship. It is not bad. It does not mean that you are weak. It shows that you are human too and that you are magnanimous enough to share your space with someone. It shows that you are capable of love and trust. Do not be ashamed of it. You are absolutely normal.

It is totally okay to not have everything sorted. Yes, Amma had this from a friend of mine and it is totally true. It is completely alright to feel messed up. It is fine to feel directionless. Fear not! Some things take time and when it happens, you will understand why it took so long. 

I know you will have lots to celebrate about today and hence I am cutting this short. You were born to win, my child. You were born to live too. Raise your head high and step out. The day is yours.

With all the love that I could give you,


WhatsApp Musings- Episode # 2

Ah! Long time without bitching about the woes that WhatsApp has brought to our lives. The time gap is merely to observe the happenings, guys, and not because there is any dearth in the amusement that the IM platform brings to me.


So yes, the recent trend has been this- Circulating a slurry of messages to every single person in our contact list and waiting for some miracle to happen. I daresay that Chennai floods have given us a very naive hope of something happening due to these forwards. Let me explain why.

All of us, at some point in our WhatsApp lives, have come across certain messages informing us of “Blood Needed” or “Scholarships Awarded” etc. How many of us have actually bothered to check if the messages are genuine and if there is actually a need for blood for the person mentioned in there? Close to none. It just won’t occur to us. I know. It is normal.

It is a dangerous trend. In case the message is fake and we keep circulating such messages, they act as decoys that divert our attention from certain genuine cases where help is required. All it takes for us to ensure authenticity is that one simple phone call. That would solve a lot of problems. That is something sensible which is the need of the hour too. That brings me to another important hoax that has been doing rounds.

A message about “Sec 233 of the Indian Penal Code that gives complete right for a woman to kill a man who tries to rape her”……….

Sorry to break that bubble. It is nothing short of non-sense. Let me clarify this to you.

The Supreme Court has not bestowed anyone with the supreme right to kill anyone.
The clarification on that message was that it is easy to fight a case under the pretext of Self-defense ( for which the punishment is lower than Murder) than trying the case under “Murder” category. It does not say that there will not be a punishment, it just says that the punishment is marginally less than what one would get for killing a human being.
So this aspect clarified, I would humbly advise all womenfolk out there to be prepared to injure the perpetrator of the crime. Your safety is very important but legally you are not empowered to kill a guy and seek shelter citing Law.

And Oh! Just outta curiosity I googled the IPC Sec.233- It talks about Counterfeit currency and nothing about women’s safety. 😦 So much for being enthusiastic.

Bottomline: Ensure the authenticity of the messages before forwarding them. That might actually save some lives and also spread sensibility!


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The Joys of Fatherhood


I know that the title is a little unconventional and out of the clichéd stuff that has been doing rounds, but fathers are way too underrated in our society.

A society where a mother is praised and raised to the pedestal of God, fathers are comparatively shunned. (I said comparatively, now don’t go all Spartaaaaaa on me). People spend lakhs and lakhs producing movies and songs and what-not’s employing the famed Mother sentiment and counting the coffers, but when it comes to fathers somehow we lack behind.

Fathers are the souls who toil day in and day out to ensure comfortable lives for his wife and kid(s). But all I can see around me is discrimination towards these selfless souls. Starting from the First-word sentiment of babies till the corporate giants, mothers rank first. I had never had any issue with the ways of nature ever before I realized this.

It is an undeniable fact that mothers carry us for nine months and tolerates the labor pain along with the numerous bouts of mood swings and stuff that she goes through the 36 week ordeal. But a father goes through a similar ordeal for 36 years after that.

The expectations thrust on him are enormous. He is expected to be a macho man, shouldering the entire burden of the family on his hardwork, fulfilling each and every desire that the family might express or not. He is expected to bear all this and more without shedding a drop of tear or uttering a word of disdain, because, well boys don’t cry, you see.

The world or rather the society has set some weird benchmarks against which we end up measuring people and the roles they play, invariably. It would be really stunning to see that it is the father who comes to the rescue when the child is confronted by the mother for any prank. It is the father who waits with bated breath when the girl takes baby steps to school. It is he who buys her the first bicycle, in a way giving her wings to fly out and explore the world out there. It is the dad who cries the hardest when his angel gets married. Fathers have a tough life.

The man marries the love of his life and strives to love her every single day the same way he did on the day of marriage. What more could mommy ask for? He smiles everyday even if it takes a lot to do it, just to see his lil family laugh their hearts out. He shuns the world and stands by them, like a rock, till the very end. He struggles to live up to the expectations of various facets of the society.

It is time that we give equal reverence to fathers in our lives and make them feel special every day.

Oh! I am the eternal Appavodu Chella ponnu, right? 😉

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Melancholic Buzz


On the smooth,straight road I walk,

Oblivious to the sounds around

Like a cloud that is untied,

With my eyes fixed on the horizon.

I think of things deep,

Run through our talks

Living in my own world

Of love and only love

Facing the world was made easy

And so was living life

I could take on an army

With you beside me

And then you went

Out of the blue

Without telling a word

With no glimpse of remorse

And here I am now

Starting things afresh

Humming a mild tune

In all melancholy

I look beside me

To stare at emptiness

I give a wry and dry smile

And take my first step

A step to discover life

A step to embrace failures

A step onto that unending path

With all my grace and all the poise

Where the path leads,

I know not

When I shall return

I shall not say

A steely resolve and

The value of life

Alone remains as

My promise to you.