Hi Bro!
             I have been watching you for a long time, standing near the site constructions, eating your dinner with a confused look and painful eyes, shouting into the phone in some different language, surviving in a place where you are welcome no where. Ya bro, it is about you, my fellow north Indians who come as bonded workers, coming in search of jobs and living life as slaves and a lot worse than a hybrid dog in some rich man's home. Welcome to Tamil Nadu!

I wonder
How will you propose your classmate crush?
How will you take your parents to a high class hotel in your first salary?
How will you see the moments of your beloved son taking his first step?
How will you get back home and live life?

At the age of 16, you start working in a hot construction site in Tamil Nadu, cleaning tables in a hotel, helping traffic cops in signals, developing my Chennai into a beautiful city and you guys get paid the least, in every school and college functions, all our chief guest would proudly announce the literacy rate of Tamil Nadu is steeply climbing up and the number of new schools and colleges blossoming, hiding the fact that Tamil Nadu is the number 2 state in making other state kids work. We thrive on their had work, we graduate on their illiteracy.


This is the incident that made me write this post. It was a private school annual day, as usual all kids were dressed wonderfully, angles and dancers, they rocked the show. After the show, I stayed back for interviewing the principal. Then came a tthirteen year old north Indian kid, in his cleaning costume, he was the only fellow on the stage . . ..
He took out the flower bits that was scattered in the stage and he started acting a scene from the play that was a huge hit that evening. He posed as the king, he blushed as the queen, he stood as the soilder, he came in as the princess father and apposed to the marriage and finally, he married the princess, he gave such a reaction! The sound system fellow played Mozart's master piece. .
After the entire scene, he knelt down and placed the floor where it was and started sweeping it off!

And then I named my interview "Play Named Perfect!"
Need less to say, I became the best fan of that kid, I asked him what do you want bro? we can eat anything.
He refused it politely and asked for my phone, he talked to his family and for the first time in my life, I felt proud owning a phone!



We need not give them awards but A smile would do.

Feeling Special !
We all know that "Feeling Special" is the moment we would be longing to decorate our life with. No matter how conservative or reserved or orthodox you are, but when someone makes you feel special, we would be enjoying and gleeing as a kid.

That Moment When ,
Our best friend calls and cries that he/ she is feeling all alone and ask us to make them feel better.
Some one randomly calls to deliver the news about a new born kid.
Our beloved arranges for a surprise shower
Our close ones cancelling a trip just because we couldn't make it.



No matter how busy you are, how big shot you become, what actually counts is making ourselves worthy for being loved and cared. This is the purpose of all these education, pursuing dreams and destinations. No matter wherever you are, you can always cherish this memory, the memory of someone making us feel special. When you accidentally look into your crush's phone and they save your pet name for your number. The way when a small kid comes and grabs your neck, kiss your ears and cheeks and makes your face wet with their saliva, when you feel someone is laughing till their stomach hurt, understanding your joke.


The point being is we all will be happy when someone makes us feel special, when they give you the cunning smile to your face which only comes when we are so sure of their care, when we take them for granted, when they remember every single detail about you, when they play your favorite songs when you are around, when they cook your favorite meal when you come home, most importantly when they give you a warm bear tight hug, when you are scared, when you feel lost, when you feel like crying, its always a miracle when those words come from their mouth "Dont worry, everything is going to be fine, I am here". Every one of us will have experienced this promising hug, well those are the moments are the one we would have cherished our life.

Now it’s time to make our special person to feel special. We would be having the busiest schedule but what if we go make coffee for our special one? Why can’t it be our mom? Dad? Sibling? Why can’t we text our love saying that our manager swear and we missed them so much today? Just saying that “Hey I am wearing your favorite color costume today” would do it all. Waking up midnight and seeing the text like “Think you have slept, wanted to say that you are missed, loved and wanted. Have a peaceful sleep. Try to miss me”. We would be laughing the best laugh in the midnight of our sleep. What if we make them feel special and wanted? What if all these small things make them feel the most valuable person in the planet?


I am feeling blessed and happy. This post is dedicated to the person who really makes me feel real special, thanks a ton for pulling it off. All the feeling sorry for myself vanished, And this is my 50^th post . I really feel blessed, special and happy, after a very long time. 

Let’s not be too tough on ourselves. Let’s make every day count. Let us feel special about ourselves and let’s try to make our beloved ones feel special too.

My Dear Students,
                              First of all a very big hug and congrats for all of you from different colleges, across the state, irrespective of your department, academic year, ego clashes, many other reasons may be there but you all have united together for a single cause. The thing was expected to be done in 2009 itself, but its OK to be late than never. Now let us face the facts on how the world and media sees this protest. Sorry I am not being rude by writing this but, when we go for a protest or revolution, we must face facts too, I believe.



Firstly, we will look at the general public reaction, "Useless fellows, they will do all these jokes till the IPL begins and the patriotism will be comment worse like, we do all this protests to cut our classes, to get cheap publicity, to create something out of nothing. All our HOD's would be cursing and he would talk all rubbish about us regarding our other activities, the most sad part is that, we guys protest to be with girls more time and do mischievous things.


Next, politicians playing their part. All of a sudden politicians support us. They knew we suffer in all other aspects of life but still, they seem to realize our presence only when situation like this presents itself. Some one is saying that we will fast till death, some fellow is saying that we will go into serious riots, someone using our anger for the cheap politics of their party. Few say we are playing prank regarding this whole issue. But still we must not quit.

Then lets face the actual truth now, shall we. We don't know what we did a couple of years ago when this issue was actually burning. We dint rise our voice when Parvathi ammal was sent back (sad truth most of us don't even know who she is), we dint support writers when they actually wanted to let us know what happened over there, we were busy celebrating valentine's day when women were raped and children were molested, but let past be past, we were not there as doctors when those people were alive but at-least lets do the post mortem clearly and let us know the world what really happend and why we demand justice.



It is time we stand together. Few of our students are not serious enough. Let us call it back if we cant take things as it should be taken. Let us not create fun out of ourselves. Let us ignore the threats, let us ignore all the cheap politics, let us unite hands again, more stronger , with truth as our body guard and faith as our weapon. Let us hunt down the people who need to be punished and let us show the world that no matter what happens, " Truth Always Triumphs"



We must thank all the press friends who were the only one who took our plea seriously and covered the issues sensationally and have given us the reach we needed. We must thank them for standing with us when our own siblings were not ready.

This is for persons who are sitting in their halls watching times now and cnn ibn and commenting about this student protest,
Every student is stepping in the street after convincing his begging mother who is afraid of our safety
Every student is stepping in the street after getting that threat from their HOD'S that their placement will be taken back
Every student is stepping in the street after sacrificing his aim of writing competitive exams this year
Every student is stepping in the street just after sacrificing the time that can be spent with their soulmates, friends, and protesting for his people and their rights. 

My dear people who call yourself the giants of India, pillar of Tamil Nadu, vacuum Cleaner of this society and what soever and have did nothing fruitful so far, nothing at all and will never do anything for this country , we are saying this loud and clear now,

WE STUDENTS ARE TAKING IT FROM HERE, WE WILL MAKE PEOPLE REALIZE THAT WE DO CARE, WE DO TRY, WE DO MAKE THINGS HAPPEN. 

Sorry people , your long time nightmare have come true now, 
If we woke up, you know your holes will be shoved, sorry to tell you guys, 
WE HAVE WOKEN UP !!!!

Hi ,
       I can no longer call you Juliet because you fell  head over heels in love with him :-) I am writing this, I don't know why, I don't even know weather you will read it or not. But I promise you something, that this will be the last post about you or to you. I don't know how good I am in this, but I must do it now, letting go of you. This actually means, not calling you from several different numbers, giving friend request for the thousandth time, seeing your profile from my friend's account, sending a hundred msgs per day or calling you at the mid night of your birthday. I am sorry, I am never good in anything at any time.



I am happy for you because,
Your new boy friend holds you every single time when you walk with him,
Clenches your hand in rain,
He always solves mathematics much quicker than me,
You both look wonderful, kinda made for each other.
Most importantly, its hard to say but it is the truth, he treats you the right way you must be treated, like a princess.

At certain point of time, I would wake up from an uncomfortable sleep and realize that all these days, all these drama, all these tears are in vain. I never understood the pain of being left alone. When we were in love, I would take you for granted, would just like that ignore your calls when I am with ma friends, when I play cricket, when I write something or when I prepare for a test, you would be the first person in the world to send me a good morning text and the last person in this planet to send a good night. You would call just to make sure I don't skip my food, You would text to remain me to take science calc for my physics test, you would be the first one to clap and when I succeed and the first one to lend a shoulder when I lose. I thought I would take care of you when I settle in my life, may be when I build some big fancy home, buy a fantastic car or write  a international best seller, you were the one who made me realize that great things in life are for free!

Take this as a good bye,
Take this as a parting hug,
Take this as a final kiss,
Take this as a ....... well I don't know!

Good bye sweet heart. I will never give or get such an intimacy with someone, such a care and love, such a priority, such a dedication. Am sorry, am lucky enough to experience it but not lucky enough to make you mine :-(. But I am sure, at least for once, you loved me with all your soul .



Heart breaks can be healed, break ups can be fixed, but replacement cant be celebrated. 
I Miss You!
Good bye! 
My Dear Juliet ! 

For the past few days I was little carried away by few big things in life, so I dint give myself to appreciate all those small things that matters, all those small patting, small hugs, small jokes, small cuddles, small kisses, small well done.


Firstly for people like me, who think themselves that they are no good to anybody, they are pathetic creatures and those who think that whole market on human suffering is based on their stock exchanges, stop worrying. You are not alone. Even the smallest cockroaches can make a girl scream than we can ever imagine, then think of so big people like us:P . Every person has their part to play in this world. We may not be best in our subjects, sports, music, we may not be having any amazing talents or what so ever. But we are so great in forgiving, we are so great in accepting and embracing the fact that humans make mistakes. We are helping the materialistic world to convert itself into a place worth living. We are hero's every single day.

People who say that I have lost in my love, my life, my exams, my friendship and etc, etc. My dear fools, you failed because you have tried something different. You have tried to make a journey in a much lesser traveled road. You were so busy guiding us that you dint waste life like us by just sitting and day dreaming. You made life happen. Your end result might not have been what was expected out of you, but still you survived, you walked through the  storm, you are the role models to all the cowards like me. You are hero's every single day.

People who say that your work kills you, you are fed up working all day in your office, people who say that they don't have time for their love, family and kids, you at-least have a job. You work hard to make your wife and children to lead a richer life. You sacrifice your sleep to make sure your family doesn't live through the nightmare. You work all your soul to make your soul mate feel secured in her life. We know that you would enjoy life much better than us if given the opportunities, you would ride much quicker than us if given race bikes, write much good books and blogs with your experience than people like me. You are hero's every single day,


This to people who left my life for various reasons. Few said I was not worth enough, few said I was not trust worthy, few said I was too much for them, few said I am lazy, all these reasons were true. Thank you so much for saying it right on my face and help  me to overcome my weakness, to change into a person who is someone better, thank you for trying your level best to make me a better person than I ever dream of becoming. You are hero's every single day. I miss you people.



We are all worthy enough to be called "HERO'S, every single day". 

If you want something said, ask men. If you want something done, ask WOMEN. As we are celebrating international women's day let us have a look on the lives of few women in my country, my Mother India.


Let us see the life of Mrs. Muniyamma. She is in an orphanage near Chennai. She was in the chair sipping her evening tea when I went for the interview. I introduced myself and sat nearby. She took out a few biscuits and handed me over. She was born in the districts of ramnad. She got married at the age of sixteen and gave birth to three sons. She raised them all as champions. Her second son was in love when he was in his early twenties and she fought hard, against her community just to make her son happy. Her third son became such a drunkard and sold most of their properties. She was penniless when her third son died out of cancer. She went to her other two son's place and they fought for the house and left her alone. One of her cousin is paying for her for the old age home.
 She said just two lines for my interview "Kindly treat your mother well. She can replace everyone in your life but not even a single soul can replace her place even for a second. She is the one who wouldn't laugh behind your back when you say your weakness, she wouldn't complaint when you get mad, she wouldn't blame you when you are totally lost, but she would  be the only person who will fight the whole world just to make your life something worth speaking".


The next person I met regarding this interview was Miss. Anjali. She is a teacher in a school near chennai. She teaches for the blind kids. A woman who understands their problems teaches colors to them, who shows life to them, who understands their fear and struggles hard to make them comfortable. She was having her lunch when I started the interview. "Don't you have any other work Arvi?". I asked her about her view in Women's Day celebration.
Her Statement .. "Celebration? Yeah we can all celebrate this wonderful day, when there is nothing recieved from a girl's family in the day of marriage in the name of Dowry. We can celebrate it on the day when a girl can walk in a street at nine o clock with a headset , we can celebrate it when we really understand that a women's breast is a place where a child empties its thirst and a women's vagina is a place where a child comes into this world". 


The third person I met was a police officer . She was so stubborn not to mention her name. "Women's day? Well even today women in police department undergo sexual torture, weekly once. Let us celebrate women's day when all the schools and college girls are comfortable when they are traveling in a bus and when they sit inside a classroom when their teacher is absent. When there is a no girl with trembled eyes in a abortion hospital and a girl losing her life just because some random stranger is lustful. Just because he sees her as a sexual drainage, her life must not be crushed and she must not be made as a symbol of pettiness. Let us celebrate women's day when we respect women !" 

Finally, I met  Priya, a third standard kid to conclude my interview. She demanded an ice cream for this interview. "Women's day? The only woman I love is my mom. Everyday night my dad will come to home with a strange smell. As soon as he comes into my home, he would hit my mom asking for more money. She would bleed someday. With those bleeding lips she would cook for me, feed me, help me to complete my homework. She would hug me to sleep. Sometimes I will see her body shake, sometimes she would weep silently, sometimes she would gasp for breath , all she want in her life is me to be a doctor. Someday I will wear a white coat and stand in my class and make her happy. She is really great woman, I think it is her birthday that must be celebrated as a women's day".


Finally, I wished my friend "Happy Women's day" and all she said was, "Thank you Arvi, Wish you the same :P

After a very long time, so many cancelled appointments, so many sudden cancellations, my favorite writer, my guru, my role model, my hero, my love had accepted for an interview. It was my first interview as a journalist ( as if i have given thousand interviews as celebrity!). There he was sitting in his terrace, in a chill eve with one of his favorite dish and living life . I stood there for a long time, without wanting to disturb him. At-last he saw me.

"How long have you been standing there?" he asked me.
"Around some ten minutes"
"See, you dont know the value of time, useless bugger, now what?"
"Interview" I said.
"What interview?"
"The one you promised, this is my first interview as a journalist sir"
"All crap. Come sit"
"How did you choose writing as your career?" I asked.
"Coz, no one was ready to give me a job !"
"Who inspired you sir?"
"A lot of people , too many to  count" he said.
"Why do you always choose writing about India, people, their sufferings when there are a lot of other important things in life, sir?"
"May be because you guys dont know anything regarding our county, all you care about is cricket, love, sex and money and girls same list, put make up in the place of cricket"
"But how do you believe just writing a book would change all these things?"
"I am not saying things will change. I write about love, sex , marriage so that guys and girls come to know about reality and who knows, a few of our fellows would respect girls, atleast , the time he takes to read my book, I would have saved a girl from abuse and phone sex"

"Why do you write about intimacy?"
"You know intimacy was there from the day Adam took the apple and it will be there till last woman survives in this planet. We make it too much complicated for our teen kids, talk sex, it will prove our kids that there is nothing ashamed about it"
"What is your view on love?"
"Essence of life"

"According to you what type of love is best love, puppy love, teen love or matured love?"
"Self- Love. Yeah the hard truth is you people are so busy in loving your partner, that you don't have time for self- love. At certain point of time, in life you will understand that all the sacrifices you made, all the love you poured, all the drama you created are pointless. But just put it this way, if you do all these things for the betterment of you! then you would have any reason to be sad or to have self pity".

"Advice to youngsters, sir?"
"Do you think am an old man, you fool?"
"Sorry sir, I dint mean it that way"
"Fine. So all the young people reading this, I know you people are busy chasing money, rushing into comfort zone and expanding your horizon to the luxury zone. For change, try respecting your parents and make them laugh. Make them feel the love, show them that they are not left alone"
"Thank you so much for the interview sir" I stood up.
"Have dinner na?" he offered.
"No, thank you sir" I said and left, seeing that forty year old man feeding his mother, not just with food, with love, care and affection.
He isn't the richest, but for sure he is the superlative form of happy. 


Climbing down the stairs, I called my mom.

A single paper, a bunch of pages stitched, an old dairy, long size notebooks, costly slam books, no matter what in the above category comes as your slam book, it is your memories, memories of those last bench eating when teacher was busy teaching, memories of those muffled laughter, memories of those fail mark sheets, memories of those team work tests, memories of those untold love, memories of our first crush, first love, first achievement , memories of those self discovery moments. 

In this fast moving world, we forget people, we forger their b day's, we forget the part they played in our life. We would travel in different paths, few towards money, few towards love, few towards life, few towards death. We would forget all the efforts they put in just to make our life happier, just to put a smile on our face. We would say that new found friends are greater, new found relatives are wiser, new found colleagues are much more fun and have the cool attitude. But we easily forget the shared tiff-in boxes by our old friends, changing names in our assignments to save us from our teachers, those sweet lies to our parents to take us out just for our sake of happiness. We enjoy the verses of poems, forgetting the alphabets. 


We might be doctors, engineers , fashion designers, software kings, technical legends, etc, but still our friends, old friends would be the one would call us by those funny pet names, by those slang, by those idiotic phrases. They are the ones who would still bully us with the teacher who we had crushes ( the list itself would come more than a page in my case). I still remember my friends bringing me food and snacks as I hated the hostel food. I thought why is a slam book necessary when I am gonna be with them whole my life. But I was wrong. Few departed, few joined , few left without traces, few stay in touch, few got married, few had heart breaks, but still I have their slam wishes, dated till death. 

It is not only your ex's gifts or their love letters would bring pain and tears, but it is also the writings of your old buddies, old group photos, old pet names, old shared jokes, old friendships , etc, it would bring all those moments all at once. I promise you, as soon as you head back to your home, open your slam books, you know how much you are loved, how much we are missed, how much we are remembered, how much friends we had and very important that how we lived life and how much we are worth loving and living. 

If you read a millions of books for the enlightenment of  your brain, open your slam book for the enlightenment of your soul. It is book worth keeping as a treasure, because it teaches and proves us, how much worthy we are and how much we are loved! 

Dedicated to all my school buddies. God damn it! it is really wearied but  I don't know why, I love you guys and I miss you ! Take care fellows!