Astrophile kid

 Recently, I got inspired by my editor brothers and decided to learn editing myself. Those editor brothers, whenever they visited our native country, used to click on the photos and videos, edit them, and upload them in status. If I reply to them, they start to narrate their journey to me. But what I think about their editing is that they collect most of their memorable days and make them into masterpieces. Some used to upload bike rides, and I usually lament to them that you guys are lucky to be boys. You can travel wherever or whenever you want. You enjoy every moment of your life. I can only watch your happy moments, and they will start to lament about their history 🤣. Then I would die to control their lamenting.  Last year, one of my brothers asked me whether I was interested to learn editing, and I told him I don't even have time to study; then how will I manage editing?. But personally, I have an interest in editing, but the thing is, patience plays an important role in edit

 It has been a while since I involved myself in cooking. Sometimes I help my mother with little things such as chopping vegetables, grating coconut, etc. The only job I do in the kitchen is preparing some kind of snack and fail at it. Recently, I tried grape pickles and failed at them. The biggest defect I have in cooking is forgetting to put salt in the dishes. But yesterday night I decided to cook something today, and I tried curd cucumber, and it came out well. Actually, I used to fail in most of my recipes, so I thought to myself that cooking would never suit me. But my mother used to encourage me, saying that everyone started at a lower level and eventually became good at it. I also prepared a special masala for fish fry, which was traditionally used by my grandmother. I felt for myself that my mind was getting a little bit interested in cooking. My dad usually tells me that if you think cooking is the hardest job, then it's going to be the hardest one. But if you enjoy cookin

 Every day on my way to college, I used to see garland makers engage themselves in making garlands. Most of them were usually in serious conversation with the other one, but their hands strung the flowers without any mistakes. Actually, I have  an obsession with garland-making since my childhood. I still remember failing every time whenever I tried to strung jasmine. It usually gets loose and falls down, and I do some kind of patchwork. I know very well that my patchwork is clearly visible. If I don't have enough flowers, then I would go to my neighbor's home, where there is no girl child, and my neighbor aunty usually gives me whatever she has. I had short hair, so I wore it like a flower bow. Sometimes, when there is no jasmine flower, I string firecracker flower (kankaambaram poo) which is found commonly everywhere in my native. During family weddings, elders give some jasmine flowers to us, and even though they used to complete stringing those large amount of flowers, me an

 Today, after leaving the college, I was walking towards the railway station. My battery charge was literally 2 at that time. The bright sun was sipping out my energy without any mercy. Even though I was under my umbrella, I was too tired to walk. When I got on the escalator, I felt better, but again, I have to walk. Again, even for the small distance from the railway station's main entrance to the subway, I used the umbrella because I knew I was tired enough. Somehow my eyes saw an auto, and I usually ask the driver whether it goes to my destination. But the driver was a little busy in speaking with someone, so I asked a college girl inside the auto. She told me that this vehicle goes to my destination. I got into the auto and took my energy booster (buttermilk), and started to sip it. It charged me, and that's why I called it my energy booster. During my battery charge, I called my mom and told her that I had gotten into the vehicle. Again, battery charging is going on. At th

 Today I had part II English exam, and while I was preparing for it yesterday, I read the poem The Toys written by Coventry Patmore, and immediately two incidents struck my mind. This poem is mainly about the relationship between a father and his son. One night, the poet scolded his son, and he went to his bedroom in a gloomy mood. After realizing his mistake, the poet went to his son's room, where he saw the marks of tears on his son's cheeks. The poet saw some toys kept on the table, beside his son to comfort his sad heart. He learned about the importance of toys for children.  These two incidents happened on two different days, but in the same place. I was hurrying to college. On my way, when I entered the railway station, it was quite rush because a train had arrived at that time. Everyone was moving with their stylish trolley bags, but there was a little human being who had a back bag and a Hulk doll. He was carrying it like a baby. Closer to his chest. I think Hulk never

   I was traveling by auto, and there was a man with a snake and ladder board in his hand. It took me back to my childhood days, and I recalled tons of memories. I have 12 cousins, and I am the youngest who lived in my native. All the other ones were in Chennai. During summer vacation, everyone arrive to the native country, and we are called by neighboring people as 'battalion'. We used to roam around our village. Even during family weddings, it's mandatory for us to play hide-and-seek and outdoor games. Once we get tired, we move towards indoor games. Snake and Ladder was the most funniest game, and it holds many laughs. I still remember once my cousin reached the top row, and unfortunately, if the dice showed 4, she would be eaten by a big snake, and we all told her that this snake would surely eat you, and that happened. She started to cry, and we died in laughter. And there are some cousins who used to enchant the dice with mantras and make us laugh till our stomachs ac

   Today it was around 11 o'clock. I came out of my exam hall and checked my phone. There was actually a missed call from my chunk (best friend). I called her back, but she was actually busy on her call with someone, so I thought of leaving, and suddenly my VIP chunk called me back and told me to wait for her in the botany tank. Today I messed up with my hairstyle and ended somehow with ponytail and I knew very well that I would surely get headache and that happened. So I thought of going home. But the moment I saw my VIP chunk, my headache slowly healed. I think she is a doctor without an MBBS. Then we waited for our friend from Martin Hall, and then we started to walk towards Selaiyur Hall. On our little walk, the one from Martin Hall was telling about the dressing styles, and it was full of laughter. I forgot to inform my mom about the farewell, so I called her and told her that I would be coming home a little late. At this time, one of our seniors from III BA dressed up in a di

    Before two days, I was walking through the railway station, and I went to the market to purchase something. On my return from the market, I usually walk slowly to look things up in the subway. I don't know why I do this, but it gives me a kind of satisfaction in my mind. I was near the steps, and a middle-aged man was walking along with me. He was actually on a call with someone, and he was trying to identify the directions. From his conversation, I could tell that he was struggling to identify East and West Tambaram. All of a sudden, he turned towards me and asked if East Tambaram was on this side. Actually, it's been 10 months, but I still struggle to differentiate between East and West Tambaram. When he asked me, I didn't know what to say. Immediately, I took a look at my college ID and told him the correct direction. After this incident, my ten months of suffering to differentiate East and West Tambaram also came to an end😁.

 Today I was sitting in the class with my friend. I saw a kind of ballpoint pen tattoo on the back of her hand, which resembled DNA. But it doesn't look exactly like it, and I teased her that your DNA is different from that of normal human beings, which is also reflected in your behavior😂. She gave me a stare and focused on her important duty of watching Instagram reels. Then I started to draw a butterfly in her hand and made some patterns on the butterfly's wings. To enhance the naturality of the surroundings, I tried to draw some flowers with my left hand, but they didn't turn out as well as I thought. But somehow I managed to do that. Those DNA strands brought me back to my school days. I used to sit with three pure science students on my bench. They usually carry their botany and zoology records with them. Sometimes, when the due date is near, there are moments that I even draw in their records, and then they label them. As a student in the computer science stream, we

 Today I was sitting with my elder brother and sharing about the movies that we had watched before. Actually, he is a lover of Hollywood movies, and I am the exact opposite of him. I stopped my movie circle within Kollywood and Mollywood, and sometimes when I joined with my cousins, I was actually forced to watch Hollywood movies. ‘Baby's Day Out’ was my first Hollywood movie, which I watched with my cousins, and I absolutely loved it. I have a special obsession with Jackie Chan’s movie. Among his movies, Rob-B-Hood is still my favorite. During our movie conversation, I remembered the way we both shouted together, after the ad, it began,  "Jackie Chanin Saagasankal Thodarkirathu" (The Advetures of Jackie Chan Continues). The excitement of watching Chota Bheem, Master of Shaolin, and we both started our Kung-Fu practice in front of the TV. The way we always tried to eat laddoo like Bheem and failed forever in that contest . Kung-Fu Panda also gave us Kung-Fu training.

 When I was in 12th grade, I usually took the government bus to reach home. But sometimes, if me and my friends felt tired of traveling by bus, we would prefer to take a walk. Sometimes we were forced to walk when there was no bus service. Most Saturdays, we had the practice of walking home. The distance from my home to school is around 2 km. We used to buy lollipops from the shop of a grandmother near our school campus. Sometimes, our juniors also join us. We used to make fun of each other and laugh until our stomach ached. Even though I take a government bus to reach my home again, I have to walk around 7 minutes to reach home. We were around six people. Most of the time, students from other schools who were our area friends also joined us, and the strength would increase to fifteen. There is a junction on the way to my home that gives off the vibe of coffeehouses, which is called chaayakadai in my vernacular language. I could still remember that when we all reach that particular pl

 Today we were guiding students from other colleges to QSC for the Mnemosyne. I could witness the struggle of finding QSC in them. It actually reminded me of my first three days of struggling to find QSC. On the first day, I was guided by seniors. The next day I took my way, and when I came near Thomas Hall, my eyes started to search the botany tank, which is my light house. I could remember the anxiety in me over finding the botany tank. The moment my eyes saw the botany tank, I felt relief. It gives me the kind of happiness of a ship finding the lighthouse. At first, I felt like finding buildings inside MCC was a great task, but now I am familiar with them😁.

     Automobile engineer N. Bhoopathi Raja showcased the beauty of Tamil through his wife’s business, Venba Angadi.His love for Tamil was instilled by his mother, who is a voracious reader. The latest one is a Tamil numeral wall clock. The clock features Tamil numerals from zero to nine. It comes in wood as well as plastic. He says that other languages, such as Marathi and Kannada, use their own numerals on government buses in the respective states. He wants to popularize the use of Tamil numerals. He also added that the use of a clock encourages the children to learn Tamil numerals.  He is now working on a clock that features Tamil uyirezhuthu. He said that this will enhance easy learning for the children. He also distributed Tamil calendars for free at government schools in Tamil Nadu. They also have a Thiruvalluvar- themed diary, Thiruvalluvar stickers and pins, customized Tamil name boards, and bamboo products with Tamil inscriptions.                                               

 I think I saw the airdopes for the first time after the 12th standard. My cousin gave it to me, and that’s how I came to know about it. On the way to my college, I used to see many people with airdopes, earphones, and headsets, which actually created a weird feeling in me. I told my cousin about this, and she explained it to me and told me to ignore those weird feelings because this is common in Chennai. I usually think about it because why do people neglect to hear sounds around them even when they are walking?.   I wish to narrate a true incident about this. One day, after leaving the college, I crossed the signal and started to walk on the way to the railway station. A brother was walking along with me. He had airdopes. I started to do a little research in my brain. Why do these people always wear airdopes? Why can't they listen to the sounds of nature, people, noise, etc…?Do they hear the sound of the horn when they are crossing the road? Can they hear if their friends called

        It was around 7 o'clock, and I took my laptop to write the blog. All of a sudden, I got a call from my classmate. She asked me to join the seminar, and I was like, "What? My brain started to realize that I have a seminar for one of my major papers. I thought it was on March 14th. But it was scheduled for today. I immediately ran to wash my face. I uprooted my mom’s phone because my data is 100% over. I started to search for the PDF. Actually, I prepared for the seminar a month ago, but I didn’t have a look at it afterwards. I could hear my heartbeats in my ears. I had a look at my notes and PDF. I connected to the wifi and joined Google Meet. My classmate was presenting her seminar. And after a while it's my turn; I didn’t plan anything well.  I presented my seminar on the poem “The Hollow Crown” by William Shakespeare. It is extracted from his play, King Richard the Second. In this poem, King Richard is reminded of the power of death, that overshadows everything i

  I randomly came across a porcelain clay video and immediately went to watch its recipe. I have everything except the main ingredient, corn flour. I asked my mom to buy it for me, but she rejected it from the shopping list. I even begged her during the shopping but she didn’t even care about me. Then I started to implement my plans. Actually, I am very good at stealing things from the kitchen. I even have good experience of stealing tamarind, Bournvita, etc… As usual, when my mom was on call, I entered into the kitchen. I took some wheat flour from the kitchen and then mixed it with fevicol, coconut oil and vinegar acid. I started to knead them. I can't even describe my joy when it turned into clay. I made a starfish from it. The next day, again I stole wheat flour from the kitchen. I made a cute bunny from it. As an artist my inner soul longs for appreciation. So I showed it to the person from whom I stole the wheat flour without her consent. She asked me, “What is this?”. I repl

        An opacarophile is a lover of sunsets. It is a combination of Greek and Latin words. “Opacare'' means sunset or dusk in Latin and “phile” means love in Greek. I personally enjoy sunsets. Moreover, I also have the habit of capturing them on my mobile phone. So I think I could share some of my clicks here. I am not a professional photographer but I love capturing the beauty of nature. I hope the soothing and calming colours of a sunset can bring out your feelings of serenity and tranquility. NOTE: THESE IMAGES ARE NOT EDITED.

          I was standing with my dad in a medical shop. In front of us, there was a woman in her 60s getting her medicines. I stood on the left side of my dad, and when this lady turned, she didn’t see me and unknowingly she stamped on my feet. All of a sudden, she realized it and said sorry and asked me whether it was hurting. I said no to her. But she kept asking me again and again, and to my shock she touched my feet. She asked me to remove my shoes but I hesitated to do it. Out of compulsion, I removed my shoe, and she touched my feet and again, she asked me if it was hurting. Again, I replied no. Actually  just a sorry is enough for me, but I don’t know why she cared about it so much. I don’t even remember her face properly, but only her action made her an 'Unforgettable Woman’  in my life.

         As a young girl who was born and brought up in Cape Comorin, the southernmost part of India, I wish to share about the forgotten war that was fought in my native. Many people don’t know about it, even though it was the first victory of an Indian kingdom over a European naval force. During the early 18th century, the Malabar coast was ruled by many political powers. In 1729, Anizham Thirunal Marthanda Varma, a young king known for his courage and bravery ascended the throne. He extended the boundaries of his empire by conquering the neighbouring states. During his time, the Dutch had a monopoly over the black pepper trade. The Dutch, who hadn’t faced any threats till date, couldn’t digest Marthanda Varma's expansionist policy. Feeling the danger, the Dutch Governor of Ceylon, Gustaaf Willem van Imhoff, visited Cochin in 1739. He also warned Marthanda Varma personally about their military action against the Travancore Kingdom. To his surprise, the young king, M

    On January 28, I came across a YouTube video related to Ponniyin Selvan. All of a sudden, I remembered my Tamil madam, who told me about the Ponniyin Selvan novel. She read only a few pages, and it was so interesting. Her words drove me to search for this novel.              I gained interest and downloaded a soft copy of the part I Fresh Floods. I know there is a difference between reading the hard copy and the soft copy, but I couldn’t hold my enthusiasm for reading it. After completing my download, I started reading the novel, and soon I felt that I was getting addicted to it. I skipped all my other works and time-traveled to the 10th century Chola kingdom. Feeling this, I deleted the soft copy because my intuition warned me that I was drowning in it. But honestly, the next day, I redownloaded it. I scheduled the timing for reading it. I became a part of the novel. I traveled with Vallavarayan Vandiya Devan. When he admired the beauty of the Chola Empire, I admired him. I went

          I was around 4 years old when I held the throttle for the first time. It was RX 100, so I don't need to explain how I felt at that time. During my childhood days, I used to travel to my grandma's home, and if the road was empty, I would get the throttle. This is how I fell in love with bike rides.           When I was 9 years old, one day I tried to get on the bike. Somehow I managed to do that, but suddenly I lost balance and fell off the bike. After this accident for a while, I maintained distance from the bikes. But I couldn't maintain it for a long time because I don't know why I am addicted to it. Now I am an adult, but I don't know how to ride a bike. Sometimes I dream of being a rider, but that's just a dream. I used to have small rides with my dad, which I enjoyed the most, but I still remember the two accidents that restricted me from learning to ride a bike. After those accidents, I found out that I have dystychiphobia. Dystychiphobia means