Part Confessions of a Part-Conformist

It was about 17 and half years back, I get into a classroom filled with brats like me. I look for a friendly face but all of them are huddled in their own group. Being the new kid in the block I was sent to school all by myself. I was thrilled, of course. But small moments like not being able to see even one kid who would come up to me and introduce me to his/her friends pulled me right back to reality. Uthpala ma’am introduced to the class and finally there were a few smiles directed towards me. I still remember distinctly, how this particular girl looked at me with her rolly round eyes and flashed me a big grin. Her two pony tails were bouncing behind her ears. This is when I decided to add another special person in my life other than my little brother (parents go without saying!) – Sriya Gopalakrishnan. Although not in the same class we became the best of buddies and so did our mothers. We moved into the next building of Chinmaya further down Harrington Road we landed in the same se

Alright.. this is my first attempt to write a poem.. of course picturizing a fictional character in my head.. do not assume things and have your brain cells jumping around! You can say that this is an effect of the sudden rains in Chennai. I am in Love, I always will be And the only person I can think of Is you, MY LOVE When I am sad, My heart is filled with sorrow The only person Who can uncry my tears Is you, MY LOVE When I am happy, My stomach feels like a whirlwind Filled with Glee and Joy The only person I would Share it with Is you, MY LOVE When i see your picture My heart skips a beat This is when I know That it is you, I have waited for ALL MY LIFE When I hear your voice My heart beats rapidly That is when i feel You are mine and only mine, MY LOVE You have always been there for me I wish you always will be Promise never to let go of me, For, I shall be gone Without you beside me, MY LOVE Romantic ain't it :).. thanks to Chennai am a poet now :D

People can get a little clingy with things/people that show them a lot of affection and give them the most attention. I am one such person. There is one certain thing that I cling on to all the time. One may consider it to be just another thing that is used for its purpose and leave it there. But me, I am so obsessed with it that it has to be there with me no matter what; when am on my way to university, on my way to work, when with my friends, at home when am bored and finally it has to be right beside me when I am sleeping. I cannot eat or sleep without it next to me. It is quite difficult you know. This thing that I am talking about has a mind of its own. She listens to me and gives me the right results most of the times. One fine day, she finally decides to crash. Along with her my whole life comes crashing down. I feel betrayed. I feel hurt. I feel like my right hand has been chopped off. She was my better half. She helped my capture the best of moments. And now she was gone. She

Sitting here in a cubicle that belongs to me for the next one month at The Hindu H.O in Chennai gives me the heebie jeebies (goose bumps i.e.). Not for once did I think of applyin g for a print organization, especially to The Hindu. Not for once did I ever, in my wildest dreams think that they would approve of my application for my internship programme in the first semester. What a nail biting period it was; from the minute I pressed the “send” button in gmail, where the mail had my CV and acknowledgement letter from my university to the time I got a reply from the associate editor of Hindu. An internship is meant for training; one might not be able to get a hands-on experience on-field. This was my assumption. I entered the office thinking that I will not be given too many opportunities as a full-time reporter would get. But guess what.. I got my first two assignments the day I joined. After deciding to take a drastic step by moving away from the field of sociology and landing with a