Aahh… Akka… Don’t pull my hair like that, plait it loosely!! 

Adei, Kicha… You keep quiet, you don’t know anything about hair! 

Hello! Look who’s talking, my shikai is longer than your hair… See, you kept savuri, I didn’t! 

Kicha’s Athimber came running into the room, hearing his squeals, while I was plaiting his shikai and making it into a bun….  

You are not done yet? Kicha, I have to take you for Kasi Yatrai Da! Meena, make it quick ma…. 

2 minutes nna… This boy is simply shouting and making a fuss for everything! Hold him tight and I will apply this Kohl into his eyes… I’m sure the bride is ready and waiting outside…. Dei Singara Velu, don’t monkey around, let me apply Kohl to you…. 

Kicha, along with his Athimber, proceeded for Kasi yatrai…. 

Dei Kicha, this is your last chance to escape, run away… I’m telling you…. You know how much music I’m facing from your Akka everyday 😖

Ya ya, I can see the result of your concert, one on hand and one on hip… You are  a khilladi daan Athimber…. 😉

Kicha’s Athimber’s cheeks turned red from blushing….

After an unsuccessful Kasi Yatrai, Kicha and the bride exchanged their garlands thrice… Kicha blushed more than his bride while they sat on the oonjal… He looked away at my son and pretended to play with him…. Reciting along all the veda mantras, he took his bride’s hands into his and accepted the “daanam” of Kanya, his father in law gave him…. 

It was time for mangalya dhaaranam, Kicha patiently awaited his bride, who came walking slowly to the dias, wearing madisar, looking at Kicha and everyone around. 

I stood behind the bride, to tie the “pinnthaali”… While Kicha tied the sacred thread around her neck, I saw tears flowing down his eyes…. 

Meena, I told him to think twice during Kasi yatrai…. He did not listen… Now he’s crying! 

Are you mad? He’s shedding tears of joy…. I know him much better than anyone else… I know how much he awaited this day! 

What are you saying? 

I’ll tell you…… 

Flashback​…. Ting ting ting ting ting…… 

2016 September, Aavani maasam….. 

Kicha, finally you are coming to Hyderabad!!!! 

I’m not coming to see your face… I am coming to attend our thangai Sita’s wedding…. You anyway failed in keeping up your promise in your wedding…. My thanga-thangachi Sita will surely do the needful for her Anna! 😍 

Poda poda…. 

But anyway, I’ll meet my little niece, nephew and Athimber, who have done no harm to me… They’re nice, unlike one rowdy lady in their house…. 

You come home Da kanna, akka will take revenge for all this…. 




Kicha came to Hyderabad, to attend our cousin Sita’s wedding… He couldn’t meet my kids when they were born because he was busy with his studies and work….  

At the wedding, my tall, lanky thambi with a little bulged out tummy walked here and there, carrying the cartons and ushering the guests and arranging their stay… 

He was an eye-candy to all the Mamis and mamas. It was on the day of wedding that I took my revenge on him! 

Kicha, wearing a grey coloured silk cotton shirt and a veshti, with grey border, was on a business phone call… That’s when I walked fast and spoke to Ramanan Deekshithar…. 

Mama, sowkyama? How’s your daughter? Mami, how is Kausalya? How’s she finding it at USA? 

We are fine ma Meena… Kausalya is fine too, in a month we are leaving to USA for her delivery… 

Oh nice… How about your younger daughter? 

She is also fine ma… She is attending GMCS after completing her CA final… She can’t come to USA… She will be here with her paati-thatha…. 

Oh… Nice… 

We are looking out matches for her ma, tell us if you know some good boy…. 

Mami, do you see that boy, over phone call, he is Subbu chitti’s son… Kicha…. He’s a CA, CS and is now pursuing LLB… He has his own practice…. You know Subbu chitti la? 

Oh…. Namba Subbulakshmi oda paiyana? I saw him as a kid… When we lifted him, he pissed on mama’s hand…. 😂😂 

As soon as mami heard this, she signalled mama…. 

Mama silently followed Kicha and when Kicha finished his phone call, mama sat on a chair beside Kicha…. He suddenly held Kicha’s veshti and at Veshti pulling point, he threatened my brother. 

I heard everything about you.. when you were a kid, I lifted you and you pissed on my hand….

Mmaama, I don’t know who you are, why are you doing this to me? I might have pissed on your hand, please leave my veshti, mama… kids are looking at me…. I was a kid daane mama…. shall I wash your hands now? 😖😖

I am Ramana Deekshithar, Director- finances, Corona group… My wife is a music teacher. I have two daughters, Kausalya- married to an IT professional, in the USA. My maplai though an IT professional, does veda parayanam in Guruvayurappan temple, NJ. Very soon they will be parents.  Younger one is a CA, she recently finished it and is now looking out to work in a firm, while we are keen on getting her married… Will you marry my daughter? 

But why me? 😖

Because, I feel you are fit for her. Tell me, will you marry my daughter or shall I pull this veshti more? 

Kicha’s veshti was almost being untied… With one hand he held the veshti and the other hand he held his phone…. 

There, look at that side, you see that lady standing beside Sita, she’s my amma… Subbulakshmi… Beside her is my paati… Please talk to her and leave me…. 😖😖  

Mama signalled to Mami, to go and talk to Subbu chitti. Mami rushed immediately​ and within 5 minutes of talking, Mami turned around to mama and winked at him, signalling a thumbs-up  😉👍. 
Mama, didn’t leave the grip of Kicha’s veshti and pretending as if nothing happened, mama and Mami spoke to Subbu chitti…. 

Witnessing all these events, I was laughing my heart off! 😂😂😂😂

He then called his daughter,  Abhirami…. On hearing the name, my brother held Ramana mama’s hand firmly and asked him to pull it off if he wants, for, he was wearing a pair of shorts and wasn’t really worried about it…. 

Abhirami and Kicha looked at eachother and smiled… Mama and Mami, Chittappa and Chitti gelled up well and spoke about the further proceedings…. 

Ramana mama left Kicha’s veshti and held his hand…. Kicha readily agreed to accept Abhirami as his life and business partner. 


The hands which were once wetted by Kicha, the hands that pulled his veshti,  presented him with a panchagajam and washed his feet….  Today, Kicha is happily married…. Only I know about the chats we’ve had… Even before knowing Abhirami, he made an imaginary character with the name and it actually came true…. I’m sure she’ll be happy with my brother…. 

So much history is there ah, behind my machunan’s kalyanam? He calls me khilladi…. I’ll talk to him during his wife’s seemandham!  

Dei, Kicha, why are you pulling my veshti Da? I’m already married with 2 kids… I can’t think of any other woman…. Bearing your akka itself is such a Herculean task… One more ah? 😝😝

Aiyo Athimber, you and akka have to drive us home for gruhapravesham…. Vaango! 😂

P.S. This is purely a work of fiction, a gift for my thambi Kicha (who kept asking me to write a blog with protagonists named Kicha and Abhirami) , for clearing his CA and CS this year… I wish him to get only one pondatty and everything else in plenty… 


His akka Meenu 😁


Her Diary 

Hey, what are you writing? 

Nothing… I’ll tell you later… not now… 

So, it has been a year and a half, we are together. You never told me anything about you….  Rudra asked her as he ran his fingers through her hair… 

Rudra, do you know, I once had nice, thick and long hair… You know what, those girls in my college envied my long hair…. I was any other girl, Rudra… Here, read this book… I’ve written everything in it… Read it later, not now! Come closer…. 

She pulled Rudra closer and kissed him….

*The Woman in Range Rover* 

Prakrithi Sharma, that’s my name… I hail from a happy upper middle-class traditional Brahmin family , from South India. 

Like any other 17 year old, I joined college after scoring an average of 67% in 12th boards. I did BBA in a girls college. 

3 years of my college, I was told by my parents  to concentrate on studies and participate in all events such as debates, quizzes, extempore, theatre arts, etc… I did as they said… In the process, I never bothered about those love proposals I received and never got into things like drinking or hookah or narcotics or anything of such sort. And because of this, I hardly made any friends in the college. I never bothered coz I felt that there’s more to life than these and things like love can happen later, after marriage, with just one man. 

3 years of college passed in a blink of eyes. I aced in CAT and joined in a top B-school in the town, in merit that too. During 2 years of my Post graduation, I only attended college, participated in the events, came home, studied and prepared myself well for the campus placements. I worked hard day and night. In the 4th semester, I got through the interview and got an offer with TCS, as the head business analyst. 

My eyes were completely on earning and buying a range rover for myself. Not that my parents cannot buy one for me, but I wanted one for myself…. 

2 years passed… My parents asked me if I had any boy friend, to which I laughed and said no… My parents were delighted and started searching matches for me… 

An alliance through a distant relative of ours was brought for me. I heard that he worked in Delhi and came from a humble family like that of mine. I saw his photo, spoke to him once or twice over phone and agreed to proceed. His parents came home and exchanged the betrothal notes witnessed by a few relatives of ours. 

I was excited as any other girl was. I dreamt about marriage, made perfect honeymoon plans, decided on the gifts I’d give him for his birthday and even pictured perfect moments between him and me. 

Funny part about this relationship of mine was, it was on a condition that he’d not see my picture till we got married. We spoke to each other over phone but wrote letters to each other in the good old fashioned way. 

On weekends, he’d call me up and we’d speak to each other for hours together… 

While we felt everything was going perfect, something happened.

One day, at office, I got a splitting headache… It was worse than a migraine. Because it was summer, I thought it was a sunstroke and rushed home… I drank some juice that was in the fridge and took rest. My parents had gone out for some shopping then. 

In the evening, my parents returned, to find me lying down weak, on the couch. My mother placed her hand on my forehead, to find that my body temperature very high. My marriage was just 45 days away and my health was a prime concern. 

They rushed me to the hospital, where the doctors suggested to admit me for a couple of days, to administer saline. 

I was advised a lot of rest. My fever reduced but headache was splitting. I felt like a nerve being pulled and strummed, on one side of the head. And when there was even a little sound, my head ached more. 

I felt something un-easy and itchy in my ear…. My mother, looking at me, shouted in shock… My pillow, to the left side was soaked in blood. My ear bled. Doctors rushed into my room and administered sedatives. They performed a lot of scans and tests, suspecting some problem in the brain. 

The reports were out. I was diagnosed with brain fever. Adding to this, they said that if the fever re-lapsed, I’d die. I hardly had a couple of years to live. 

My parents were shocked. I did not know how to accept the truth that I’d die someday. We cancelled my wedding. My fiancè was the only guy I ever loved. I went remorse for many days and found it very difficult to swallow the truth. 

I was glad that my fiancè did not see my photo.  We did not move closer to each other yet. I felt he deserved a much better life. I was happy that all this was diagnosed before marriage and that all the sorrow would just be within me and my family. 

I was sympathized a lot by my relatives and friends. My parents were already heart broken. I felt the need to take a step.  

I booked a navy blue range rover, with my 3 years savings, the next day and got it delivered in a week. On a Friday night, I ejected my mobile’s SIM card, wrote a note to my parents that I’d be leaving the house, to live life, the way I wanted. I parked my car in a drive-in and slept in it that night. 

The next day, I first cut my hair short. I shopped for a pair of jeans, few t-shirts, jackets and bought for myself a trolley-suitcase and a backpack. I then went to a tattoo studio and got my wrist, arm and back tattooed. 

I now looked like a Tomboy. The way I always wanted to sport my looks. I felt I had no need for all the traditional-desi-naari looks anymore. For the time I was going to live, I wanted to live for myself. I wanted to spend all the money of my earnings only on myself. I walked out care-free, travelled all over India in my range rover. 

During the days of travel, I never experienced any headache or fever. I ate to my heart’s content, spent nights sleeping in my car. Life alone was much fun when compared to a life amidst the society, where I was pressurised to follow rules and live for others. 

Once in a while I contacted my parents and told my whereabouts. They were happy and supportive of my decision. I sent them my travel photos, wrote mails about my travel experiences and even wrote a blog about it. 

The thought about death was totally erased from my mind. I even visited my parents twice, celebrated their wedding anniversary and left. 

I then came to Delhi. I wanted to experience the night life in the capital of my country. Though I never had alcohol or smoked, I simply walked into the pub of the 5 star hotel that I stayed in. 

I sat in a corner, enjoying the music, sipping juice, munching the fries. In a place where almost all of them were dancing and drinking, there was one man who asked me if I could share the table with him. He was dressed in formals, looked depressed. He ordered mixed-fruit juice and burger. 

I was surprised to meet someone like me, who came there for the ambience and nothig else. He was a teetotaler like me. We spoke for sometime. He extended his hand and introduced himself. We exchanged our phone numbers. It was around 3:30 am, he did not get any cab and I offered to drop him back home. 

He asked me where I lived. To which I showed him my car. I asked him if I could park my car in his building for that night. He offered a stay for me in his house. 

I hesitated initially, but later he won my trust. He ushered me to his well-organized apartment. He made me my bed and went to sleep. 

The next morning, he left a note on my bedside “thanks for the drive and for being my friend. You may stay here as long as you want… There’s coffee and breakfast on the table. I’m leaving for work now… Bye” 

“Thanks friend, for the coffee, breakfast and the offer”. I texted to him. 

That evening he came home and told me his story, of how he fell in love with a girl, his fiancè and the wedding was called off due to some unknown reasons…. 

He helped me get a small job in a NGO, where I worked for no reason, but happiness alone. 

My new friend now became my live-in partner​. We travelled a lot , watched movies late night, went for dinner dates, we walked hand-in-hand sometimes. At times we played video games, we did shopping together and even fought and patched up for small reasons.

Once, he went to Jaipur on a business trip and that’s when  I developed a splitting headache, I rushed to the hospital and cried that I wanted to live for a few more days. I asked the doctor to save me. Fear of death grew upon me. Seeing my previous reports the Doctors​ administered sedatives and performed some scan and tests on me. The reports were thankfully negative and it was just a migraine. I came back home. 

The day he’d return, I decided to give him a surprise. I cooked special lunch for him… As expected, he returned on time. He took a shower and joined for lunch. He was thoroughly surprised at the spread. 

After lunch, I went to my room, where he came in closest proximity ever possible, to me and undid my earrings. He gave me a pair of earrings which he bought from Jaipur. He asked me to wear them. He also left a packet of cotton kurtis on my bed and went to take a nap. 

That evening, I went to his room, wearing the earrings and the kurti he had bought for me. He pulled me closer to him, held me by the hip and we kissed. This was my first ever kiss! 
We made love passionately and it was the first ever time I lay naked on a man’s arms. 

I never feel guilty for, he was my first and foremost love. 

Rudra, my fiancè, with whom I pictured a perfect marital life. For whose well-being, I called off my marriage. He’s the only man whom I loved and lived for 18 months as a friend. I knew it was him, when I first met him at the pub. I wanted to tell him everything about myself but that was when he poured out his heart. I felt I’d remain a stranger to him. 

I don’t know if it was destiny that brought us together, live together and finally consummate our relationship, this way! 

Rudra, I love you from the bottom of my heart… For the person that you are, I’m sure you’ll find a great partner. I’m totally satisfied for this life, Rudra… All thanks to you… 

Rudra, I know it is difficult for you to get over all this, but trust me, there’s greater things for you in life. These 18 months of togetherness, shall remain as sweet dreams and I want you to cherish them, rather than cribbing over.

 I love you Rudra. 

Rudra finished reading the diary and kissed Prakrithi on her forehead. 

*Breakfast’s on me*  he pinned a note on her bedside and went to sleep. 

The next morning, he went to check on Prakrithi, only to find her motionless body lying down like she’s in a deep slumber. The smile on her face showed how content she was, at the time of death.

Maybe this is what Nirvana looks  like… Rudra thought to himself, looking at Prakrithi.

Rudra did weep for sometime but gathering all the courage from what he read from her diary, Rudra informed to Prakrithi’s parents about her death. 

He accompanied them to take her body to their place, stood by her parents to perform all her last rites and returned back home in Delhi. 

He did miss a pair of warm welcoming arms.

Prakrithi is around me, as nature, our love towards eachother is true and that’s why we were destined to live together. 

As Prakrithi told, there’s indeed more to love than what the eyes see or the skin feels… And our love surpasses everything humanly possible…  Rudra thought to himself , remembering her words, by looking at the tattoo that read  “Prakrithi” on his arm. 

What it takes for Me to be Me!! 

A 25+ yr old girl (coz I’m​ still 16 at heart you know), a few inches taller than 5.5′ and a few inches shorter than 6′ of height, on a healthier side of physique, with hair tied together with a jaw clip (which has a tooth broken by her niece who thinks those are jaws of a monster 😝) eyes like almonds, covered with a pair of lenses fixed in a large plastic frame bought from Lenskart in “get your free first frame” offer, wearing a flower-shaped nose pin studded with white American diamond stones, sporting an “ear-to-ear” smile and a voice of that of an​ 80s Doordarshan channel’s news reader… So, that’s how I look like…

I can’t help it on how people imagine my looks based on my conversation with them over phone…. I’ll tell you why I’m telling this…. 

Well, I was trained to be an RJ during college… So my voice naturally modulates and I have a good command over what I speak. But you know what, after a couple of telephonic interviews or conversations, when I go to attend the face-to-face interview, these Rascals HRs no, they look at some other slim girl, with open hair and revealing formal clothes, whose face is hidden inside that make-up, with my name 😑 .  Then I get up sheepishly smiling, from that plush sofa and go into the cabin. That HR with whom I spoke over phone, looks at me like as if I’ve sent an alibi of mine! 😝😝😝😝  

And then they ask me questions like “How do you speak so well, you look so traditional… Why don’t you go for a makeover?” And shit like that…. 

In response, I’m like, “you need my work or my looks, mado!” 

In the contrary, when I wear western casuals at home or when I go out, some creatures like my relatives brand me to be too bold, something else and all! 

Did I tell you, that I’m a corporate trainer by profession? 

Well, I’m a trainer for behavioural sciences. I’m a HRD professional who’s working her ass off on establishing her own name in the industry…. 

But you know what, not everyone knows about my profession. All that people know about is Engineer, Doctor, MBA working in some MNC, CA, CS, Lawyer and Teacher/Professor. None really recognises what I do and I prefer to remain private about it, most of the time…

Once it so happened that I had to talk about it to a septagenerian and get mind fucked! I still curse myself for speaking to that mama about my work! The conversation goes like this- 

Mama (for the 5th time) : So, what do you do ma?

Me: I am a corporate trainer. 

Mama: Oh! Is it? Which corporation? 

Me(thank God! He did not hear it as corporation train) : Aahn, Indian oil corporation

Mama: Oh! Indian oil corporation ah… Very nice… When I was in sarvice……. Blah blah blah blah… I know this man…blah blah blah… He fell on my feet… Blah blah… I also fell and licked his feet…blah blah… I know him so well… Wait I’ll call him up… He will give you a promotion immediately! That mama spoke and made me also speak to that old man  who retired from Indian oil corporation some centuries ago! 

 I swore to myself that I’ll tell these kind of people that I’m a professor who goes to offices and teaches the employees some manners 😂 . 

Coming to my qualifications, I have a bachelor’s degree in biotechnology and I hold two master’s degrees in HRM 😝 . I hold some state-national-international certifications in the field of HRD, though my specialisation during my Post Graduation was Compensation management and Industrial relations 😝😝. 

For now, I’m a self employed person who trains on contract basis, with least or no intentions of working under some manager in some random corporate office from 9-6… For my qualifications and Work, I’ve been receiving responses related to marriage! 

While some 50+ yr old fit for nothing female said ” Don’t study more… Already you are highly qualified and it is doubtful for you to get an equally educated groom” 

Some 45+ yr old female suggested me ” work for a bank, 9-5… You can go home early and manage domestic work too… You seem to be aiming too much to establish yourself in this market.. Don’t you know, having your own firm will fetch you no husband!” 

Why do such women even exist? 

All of you know me as a writer…

Yeah, I’m a passionate writer, who has written 2 unpublished books, in word and PDF formats, eagerly waiting to see the face of world! 

I not only write but also do a bit of cartooning, doodling, photography, cooking and I secretly publish management articles for some journals 😉 in the name of  S.P (I’m not going to reveal its abbreviation). 

Because I work for none, people have a notion that I’m wasting my time on these activities and that, I should actually be working in a YemMenCee, like those my age, who are from Big Big colleges, B-schools and Ramba-Menaka University in Amerikka and Aastraliya. 

And then, there are some monstrous cousins of mine who read my blogs, make my doodles as their Display pictures, statues and speak nonsense to me… 

Once no, one of my over smart cousin and I had a conversation… It was like this 

Cousin: Hey, really ah… You write blogs ah? Seriously? 

Me: 😒 Yeah.. why? 

Cousin: But you don’t look like a writer! 

Me: How does a writer look like? 

Cousin: A writer wears khadi clothes, carries a cloth bag with note books and pens, wears Paragon rubber chappals with blue colour straps and white base…

Me: And? 

Cousin: You know, writers have habits like drinking smoking and all that… 

Me: And? 

Cousin: They carry a pen and paper everywhere they go, so that, whenever they get ideas, they write it down… 

Me: So you want me to wear these clothes and sit in the loo and write down coz that’s what where I get most of my ideas from! 😠😠

 Don’t know from which organ of their body do they think like this and end up stereotyping people! 

Oh! Thanks to Indian cinema, which has helped our people in inculcating shitty stereotypes about everything and everyone… 😣😡😠

I have a few people for accepting me for being me… 

I also have a huge fan following from the adolescents who aspire to be like me… They speak the way I do, dress up like me and want to do stuff like I do… I know it feels good to know that I have people who want to follow my footsteps… But at the same time, dearies, let me tell you, I’m being what I want to be… I’m doing things after listening to my heart (sometimes my mind also)… 

I know what I do seems cool, but only I know that I’m working my ass off on everything thing I do. 

I’m someone with no blacks or whites but several shades of grey! And it is no easy job to be a balanced​ idiot like me, who dances away only to her own tunes anyway! 😉


Aarya a.k.a Meenu Iyer 😁

Who’s he? 

He sat there, under a tree, warming himself by rubbing his palms over the flames of the bonfire…. Draped in an old smelly woolen shawl, with blood-red eyes while he  patiently awaited the dawn.

That morning- 

It was an unusually cloudy day, in the month of November… The heavy clouds never bothered the people of Kotagiri or their enthusiasm, to pay a visit to the Skandamurthy temple, the largest and most miraculous temple in the town.

It is said that, whomsoever visits the temple on the last day of the 6 day festival, will not only have all their wishes fulfilled, but also, will be blessed with some special powers…

Everyone, who ever comes to this temple, always gets what they want… I myself have blessed them all… Oh Lord Skandamurthy! Why is my son like this, he is way too naïve and gentle, to survive in this treacherous world…. He does Pooja to you every day… Do something for him, Oh Skandamurthy! 

It was the 6th day of the annual festival…

Sankarshana, get that prasadam’s vessel quickly… This queue is getting longer and be careful while coming, people are fighting… You might get hurt! 

Sankarshana, the head priest’s son, a master’s holder in chemical engineering, left his fetching career, to continue the family heredity, of doing Pooja in the Skandamurthy temple. Not that he didn’t want to do a job outside, but his father was reluctant to send him out of the town, because he knew that his one and only son, was very naïve and hardly had any guts to survive in the fast paced, harsh and violent society…

Sankarshana was the school and college topper in the town of Kotagiri and everyone loved him for his innocence and kind nature… Especially Aparna, his mother’s childhood friend’s daughter, who lived in the neighbouring street. Aparna followed Sankarshana in school and college, as his junior and recently walked the 7 steps of vows with him and followed Sankarshana into his house

Hahahaha Aparna, don’t tickle me this way… It’ll look very awkward…

Nothing’s awkward! Remember, we are husband and wife?

I know… I know… I need to leave now… You know your father-in-law​ better…. We’ll keep all these later at night..not now… Bye…


Sankarashana took a quick shower and wearing his cream coloured cotton shirt, he rushed to the temple, to make arrangements for the evening’s Pooja. To match the speed of his father’s work, Sankarshana had to be on his toes…

At the temple, as the evening approached, as the heavy grey clouds started turning red, thousands of devotees from in and around Kotagiri rushed into the temple, to witness the special pooja, which was followed by the Rathotsava, during which the idol of Lord Skandamurthy would be brought on the streets around the temple, in a beautifully decorated golden chariot, as a procession, with artists playing nadaswaram, tavil, drums, groups of people singing bhajans and dancing to the tunes, womenfolk playing kolaatam, young men dancing to fast drum beats and a group of 108 Brahmins chanting Vedas….

The best part of this temple is that, there’s no difference between the rich and the poor, men and women, old or young… It is believed that everyone is equal infront of the lord.

It is a local belief that whomsoever drinks the theertham or the holy water, which was poured on the idol, would be cured of any illness or diseases. Hence, people from all over and in and around places of Kotagiri, rushed for this special theertham, which was given to everyone only on this day.

The idol of Lord Skandamurthy was made out of a mixture of some special and rare metals, herbs and chemicals. Hence, it was the rarest of the rare ones, in the world. None but a few of them running the temple knew it. Sankarshana was the one who discovered the special composition and the ratios of the components, they must have taken, to make the idol.

Few months ago, while Sankarshana was cleaning the idol, a tiny, sharp piece from the idol’s spear pierced into his hand. Sankarshana felt pain, when he removed the piece but in no time the cut on his hand disappeared! He was shocked… He pierced his finger and to his surprise, that wound also disappeared. Not only that but also, his torn shoulder ligament was healed! 

Sankarshana wrapped the piece in a silk cloth and kept it safe. That night, he took out the scrolls and read them, to find out that this idol was made a 1000 years ago, by some sages, to cure people of orthopaedic illness and other diseases as well. The chemical engineer in Sankarshana, tickled his mind to test it scientifically and when tested in the lab, it was exactly the same as mentioned in the scrolls. 

The idol of Skandamurthy was brought out to the mandapa, for the public to witness the special Pooja. The crowd gathered in front of the stage, where Sankarshana and his father, performed the Abhisheka or the holy bath, to the idol of Skandamurthy.

Sankarshana kept an eye on the suspicious looking men, who eyed him, while he carried the pots of theertham, which were to be distributed among every devotee, who visited the temple. Sankarshana was very scared looking at the suspicious men’s personalities. They were hefty, had large eyes. Their faces were covered with beard and moustache!

Everytime he carried a pot to the room, he ran as fast as he could. He informed his father of those men, but his father paid no attention.

It was time for the distribution of theertham the crowd of thousands of people was indeed unmanageable by Sankarshana, his father and a few volunteers from the Veda school. It started drizzling and people ran helter-skelter, making it more messy.

Sankarshana went to the store room to get the last pot of theertham. It was almost two hours he went and was not to be seen anywhere​!
There was a loud shriek in the temple… People ran hither and thither… There was almost a stampede… A group of men chased Sankarshana, who ran out of the temple, as fast as he could.

In the store room, was a 17 year old girl, lying almost naked, with her legs spread wide, blood trickled down her feet. She lay there staring at the ceiling, unable to figure out what had happened to her!

The crowd dispersed in no time and the temple premises was now silent. The girl who was now draped in some clothes, did not speak a word. She sat down, staring at Sankarshana’s father and Aparna, wide-eyed…

Aparna questioned the girl if it was Sankarshana who did that to her… The girl did not speak a word and cried aloud beating her chest. She then pointed out to the wall behind the store room. Aparna, to gather some clue, went there, to find out the dead body of a man, in 40s.

The news of the girl’s rape, the murder of a man and Sankarshana’s sudden disappearance spread like wildfire, in Kotagiri.

The cops searched for the rapist and the murderer. Everyone, even the cops in Kotagiri knew it wasn’t Sankarshana, for, they knew he was the most innocent of the men in Kotagiri. The cops instead, took the complaint​ from Aparna, to search for Sankarshana.

They searched all over and found a group of men in the slum area, who looked like goons in a hideout. They said that it was one among them who almost raped the girl but an unknown man killed him!

The cops booked an FIR against the men and set out in search of Sankarshana…

Meanwhile, there was a man sitting under a tree, chewing a clove, warming himself by rubbing his palms over the bonfire, the slum dwellers lit, by burning clothes and wood doused in petrol. His eyes were blood-red, staring at the happenings around.

Least did anyone know that it was him who just washed the blood off his knife, in the downpour and the bonfire was lit by dousing his cream coloured blood-stained shirt, with petrol. He was celebrated by the slum dwellers, for saving their daughters from those men who forced them into prostutution. He avenged the deaths of many a girls and women of Kotagiri, who were drugged and raped by the group of men.

The cops found out that the rape wasn’t a rape but a plan devised by the unknown man, to trap and  kill the cheiftain of the goons.

It was morning, Sankarshana stood at the doorway​ of his house….

Aiyo! What happened to you? Where were you all night? Is everything fine? You know what happened last night? Why did you run from those men? What happened? 

Aparna, give me some water first… See, I saw some men suspiciously staring at me while I was carrying the theertham pots to the store room. So instead of keeping them there, I kept them in the main temple… Theertham has to be distributed among all of them equally no, so I hid the pots. These men saw me hiding the pots and followed me… I got scared and ran away.. I was afraid if they’d beat me up… They looked so fearsome, so I went to the college lab and stayed there all night! See, my new shirt is also torn… Can you please stitch it for me? 

Aparna breathed a sigh of relief… She informed the cops about Sankarshana’s safe return.

She told him about the happenings at the temple, the previous night and how they were all worried.

Sankarshana smiled to himself reading out the news headlines, sipping hot coffee…

Is Sankarshana the saviour? Is he the one who killed the pimp last night? Was he the man who patiently awaited the dawn?

Or did he really run from the neighborhood’s men for hiding the theertham, to ensure that it was equally distributed among everyone who came to the temple, because it was only him who knew the secret behind the  theertham ?

Everything remains a mystery… But after the incident, Kotagiri town is often in news for the peaceful town that it is… There’s someone who’s protecting the town… People say it is Lord Skandamurthy himself!

That What Annoys

Hello Readers…. I wish you a very Happy New Year 2018…. பொங்கல் வாழ்த்துக்கள், సంక్రాంతి శుభాకాంక్షలు to you, your families and those annoying creatures around you…. 😝😝
Okay! So, this word ANNOYING reminds me of that what annoys me and those of you reading this… Here are a few…. Before you read, sort out if you are one of those who’s annoying or the one who’s being annoyed by these… Once you finish reading, feel free to express out what annoys you the most… Let’s see how many of us are “Intolerant” 😛 

#1- The munching musicians:

There are some people who feel that they’re making music while munching… I don’t know why they eat so loud… Some people over-relish the food they eat… But that ends up in making of weird noises…. Sometimes I feel like punching on their face and breaking a tooth everytime they munch aloud…. 

#2 Messy eaters: 

These people make the dining area an ugly sight… You can spot them especially in functions… Firstly, they spread the food all over their face, making it look even more uglier and then there are those who eat so messily that you can find their food spread all over the area, except on their plates 😣 

#3 Stinky mouths, Sprinkling mouths and Burpers 

These are the people who’ve never brushed their teeth… Not even once in life…. Do you guys even do a breath-check after a meal? I once encountered a person in my early morning’s class… I don’t know what she ate or whether she brushed her teeth or not… Everytime she spoke I nauseated! 😷 I even told her to be up 5 min early and allow her brush and paste to make love with the teeth! 

There are these people who, while speaking sprinkle their holy spit! Trust me, your face will have a Saliva- facial! 

The belching buggers! I know burping and belching are humanly stuff… But not to an extent of burping into someone’s ears or on someone’s face after a heavy meal! Yuck! Those sounds are so annoying… Who cares how well you ate or what you ate!! Why the hell do you burp this way? You guys are so annoying!! 😬😣

I wonder how these people manage to kiss… I’m sure they’ll only spread streptococcal diseases to their partners if they maintain their oral health this way 😑

#4 Farfumes

These are  walking sewage​ tanks!  The ones with body odor who don’t use a deodorant, the ones  wearing stinky socks and the ones who are a mix of the above two but use very very dirty perfume!  
I don’t know what they feel off about themselves…. I wonder if they ever take a shower or wash their clothes or socks! 

If they continue this way, their shadows will also distance from them one day! 😫

Everytime I go out, I make sure to carry a box of Amrutanjan and a tissue/kerchief laced with my perfume…. So that, even if I come across one such person, I can simply cover my nose with a kerchief or inhale the amrutanjan….


#5  Methane Gas Balloons

No closed area, office cubicle or seminar hall is one such without a methane gas balloon…. 

When you are amidst a really dumb meeting, there’s coffee steaming on your desk, you take the cup closer to your nose to inhale the aroma and that what gets into your nose is not the aroma but stinky pungent gas left by someone in the room!! Annoys you right? 

Well, it does, to me atleast… Don’t know who farts so secretive! Everyone’s face in the room looks constipated ya! You’ll be wondering who’s that sadistic psychopath who’s slowly releasing the methane every once in a while, exactly when you sip your coffee, eventually suffocating not just you but the whole room and turning it into a gas chamber! And trust me, it is death-defying when the AC is on and you’re not allowed to open the doors and the smell circulates and circulates and circulates till they leave the next one and till the meeting gets over!!! 😥😥😥😥 

#6  People at public places

Those people​ digging nose and wiping their finger on some public property, those couples who get koo-chi-koo and romantic at the theatres, those kids wailing at concerts, those aunties gossiping at meditation centres, the ones who use the toilet and make it dirtier…. They’re the most annoying people I’ve ever met… If I’d got some super power or an invisible cloak, I’d surely do something and teach them a lesson! 

#7 Social Network Photo Studio

What is it Fb or photo studio? These people who are newly into a relationship or are newly married or something like that, they first of all take shitty photos in various stereotypical poses, call us candid, feel so filmy and kill the hell out of us singles! Their crappy faces and their photos! Who wants to see their fake romance? 

I’ve blocked such nuisances from FB! All I get now are food, science and humour posts… Thanks to some special features by Mark Anna 😪

#8 Last but not the least

Those PARASITIC RELATIVES who feed on your mental peace…. They are the most annoying ones ever…. 😝😝😝😝 

All those annoying people with annoying actions, you’ll all be cursed, you’ll all be victims of your own actions 😝😝😝 




Caramel popcorn

Gotham needs you…Wake up!
Ah! I’d be on top of World’s billionaire’s list, if I’d got a dollar, every time I change his diaper! 😝
How many times will you poop in a day Gowtham? Dadda is fed up! 😷😖
Why don’t you keep a track of it Batman?
Yeah! Your husband and son will enter into World records… Son for shitting maximum times a day and husband for cleaning that shit!
Wow Batty, you are so optimistic today… Billionaire, World records and all!! 😄😉
I can’t win this debate with you… You take Gowtham and put him to sleep… I need to sleep too…. I have a long day ahead tomorrow!
Come closer Batty… I need to Kiss you Good Night! 😘

Every night I change Gowtham’s diaper, I get annoyed to bits! I wonder why I even married her…. Don’t know what magic her good night kisses have…. They make me regret my thoughts a lot… I can do anything for those affectionate, warm cuddles and kisses of hers…..
Not every man would be blessed with a wife like that of mine… I’m more than lucky for that matter…. 😍

Vishak,  you’re coming for the movie ok? I’m booking the tickets…
Next time…. I’ll sleep today please…Hardly any Saturday I get…Let me enjoy this… Please!
How many “next times”? I don’t know… I’m booking the tickets… you are coming with us!
Fine! I’ll come…
My friends dragged me to watch this silly Super hero movie Dawn of Justice!
Who’ll watch all these yaar? I’ll go home…. I can’t take in so much of fantasy… Grow up boys!
Abbey oh Pandit, you grow up!
There’s another half of the movie yaar, maybe you’ll find the other half interesting…
Wait, I’ll get some popcorn for us….
Fine, I’ll sit in your seat and you shift to mine…I’m uncomfortable here….
Ok re, sit wherever you want to! Acha, yours is caramel popcorn and pulpy orange na?
I was thoroughly annoyed all through the movie… There was this girl who was howling all through the movie, cursed the villain and spilled my only solace- my tub of caramel popcorn…. And when we walked out of the theatre, instead of apologizing to me, she and her friend laughed at me….She was uncontrollable… Her cheeks turned red, eyes became teary, she held her tummy and laughed so much!
I got angry and decided to teach her a lesson…. I followed her to the food court and sat opposite to her.
She looked at me and started laughing again.
Hello, why are you laughing? Do I look like a joker to you?
You are no less than one…
Why, why, why?
She brought her hands closer to my face and pulled out the 3D glasses…
You liked these so much, eh? Don’t you know that you have to give them back to the theatre guys?
Oh! Is it so? This is my first ever 3D movie… I’m not a movie buff! I don’t know all these….
Why are you still laughing at me?
I’m sorry, I spilled all your popcorn right?
Not all of them actually, there were some left over!
Well, those leftovers were the ones I picked from the floor and silently put them in your tub and you ate them all! 😂😂😂
Chee! That’s so gross! 😖
I’m sorry!
It is alright…. I’ll just call it another bad day!

Days passed…
On a Wednesday noon, I received a call from my manager to meet my new workmate… I stretched myself and swiftly walked to his cabin.
Vishak, meet Aruna, your counterpart and team mate, who will work with you on the new project.
The lady in cream coloured cotton kurti turned towards me and extended her hand to shake, spilling all the hot coffee on me!
Sorry… I’m very sorry… She said with the gleam of a 10 year old school bully. She did her best to supress her laughter and sport a serious look.
I grit my teeth in anger and she never bothered.
I don’t know how I’m going to work with her. The other day at the theatre she spilled all my popcorn, made fun of me and now she’s here too! God… Do something… please!!!

The next day, Aruna joined me at work.
This lady, I tell you…. She was so peculiar for me… Her laptop had superhero stickers, her bag zips bore cartoon keychains. She put a smiley badge on her ID tag… Her laptop’s wallpaper and screensaver had pictures of cartoons and superheroes. Her phone’s ring tone was “Mickey Mouse” cartoon title song!
In between work, she hardly took any breaks. When she did, she drank black coffee and munched along Snickers. Her bag was filled with chocolates!
Within a fortnight of joining, the office was abuzz with Aruna’s name. She made friends with every employee of every department… During lunch breaks she watched cartoons.
I always had a feeling that she’s a misfit in the corporate scenario….
Days passed, we reached our target for the first quarter, before time. I wanted a break from work, so I took a week’s leave, to go on a road trip.
Vishak, I’ll take care… you enjoy your break…
Are you sure? I am unable to trust you….
Yes I am… But why do you have trust issues with me?
See, you are very childish…. I can’t leave the whole responsibility on you….
There’s more to me than these stickers and keychains.
Ok! Ok! Don’t get offended… I’ll take leave now… bye!
Take care Vishak! Bye!

10 days passed since the second quarter has begun. I was advised complete rest. I met with an accident on a highway, on my way back from the road trip.
How are you Vishak?
I’m fine Aruna… How’s second quarter treating you?
So far so good Vishak….
How’s the client response?
They were satisfied with our performance in the previous quarter, we have got more work this quarter….
How are you managing the team all alone… Believe me, I find it so difficult to do it all alone… It is not a team of normal people… We have psychos, psycho monkeys!
Hahaha! not really… Everything is going on good… Don’t bother too much about work… I’m not here as a team mate today… I’m here as a friend!
Ok Ok! Coffee?
But I don’t know how to make black coffee…
That’s alright… I’ll have it with milk…
You need not strain… I can make it… you just accompany me to the kitchen.

Aruna visited me often… I felt assured of having a good friend in a place away from home.
My fractured hand gradually healed and through the process, Aruna helped me a lot. She managed work so well. The day I joined work, I was warmly welcomed by Aruna and my team. She surprised me with a special chair for me, with a hand-rest.
I heard from the team mates and my manager that Aruna managed it all so well… Though the second quarter was very hectic, Aruna never failed the client’s expectations. In my absence, she did my work also, silently.
Aruna, why didn’t you tell me that you did my work also? Why did you hide from me that you worked late nights?
Nothing like that Vishak! I just worked to meet the target.
You could’ve taken the team’s help as well.
Making the QA reports are confidential, had you been, I’d still have worked late nights.
But you could have contacted me, I’d have done a little at least.
That’s alright Vishak… I just did my duty…
You look so worked up buddy! Take a break….
Yes buddy! Take a break… You are so worked up… I’ll manage it all… I’m fit now.
Fine, fine… I’ll take a break for a week.

Aruna took a week’s off from work.  It was a much needed break for her, after a whole month’s tiring work. We texted on WhatsApp every day. Not about work, but as any other friends would do…
Why are you not into superheroes, Vishak? It is actually a boy’s thing right? I feel I’m the only girl who loves super heroes.
Aruna, Superheroes are for boys… I am a Man! You get the difference right?
I do!
And Aruna, you are not a woman!
You are a 10 year old over-achiever kid.. A little girl who spills popcorns and laughs innocently at people!
Someone is being nice!!
Haha, not really…I’m just telling the truth….

Together, Aruna and I finished all the 4 quarters and both of us got promoted as Managers. We were sent to London for 6 months for training. Our friendship grew stronger during this period. We returned back and resumed our job as managers of the QA/QC team.
My parents began looking out matches for me. I went to my home town and a few other places, regarding the wedding alliances and nothing seemed to work well.
I discussed about every alliance with Aruna.
One Sunday, when my family was in town, my father wanted to meet his childhood friend Saketaraman, who invited us for lunch.
Is he your son?
Yes da….
Where is your daughter da?
She is helping her mother in the kitchen da… Hey… Aruna, get some water…
Aruna burst into laughter looking at me…
Appa, he is my colleague Vishak… We both went to London for training….
Oho… Hey Vishak, you have grown up to be a man! I saw you 23 years ago, as a 5 yr old… You were roaming around without a jetti!
Appa, don’t embarrass him like that…
That’s alright Aruna…. 
It was late in the afternoon, our families were engrossed in their nostalgic talks….
Vishak, wanna come out for a drive in my Batmobile?
Your new car, you mean?
Yeah! hop-on….

Aruna and I went for a long drive, it was a very pleasant evening. The sun was now turning bright orange and Aruna stopped at a cliché road side tea stall.
I sat down enjoying the dusk sipping tea from the small matka-cup
Vishak, done with tea?
Yes…you want something else?
I want you!
Yes… I want you, I want to marry you….
Hmm… Shall we leave? It is getting dark…
I’ll drive…
We went back to the city….
Aruna, one min… I’ll come back…
Here, take this caramel popcorn and spill it on me as much as you want to!
Yeah, not just now, but all your life… I love you too Aruna!
Let’s tell this to our parents…

We drove back home in silence…
Amma, Appa, we want to tell you something….
Umm… Before that, we want to tell you something…
What is it?
You tell it first…
No, you tell it first…
Fine… We are elders, we will tell it first…
We were discussing about your marriages and we found the right match for the two of you.
We want you to see the pictures of the bride and groom and then tell us about how to proceed… Here, take it…
Vishak, here’s the bride’s picture, Aruna, here’s the groom’s picture. See properly, discuss and tell us your opinion…

Aruna came out howling in happiness and my eyes were moist… Aruna, she was my Bride! I embraced her tightly… Our parents were very happy when Aruna told them that she proposed to me for marriage….

It is 3 years of our marriage now… Out of her love for Super heroes, Aruna has re-named me as Batty, for Vishak sounds very Indian Super Hero Villian-ish.
8 months ago, she delivered our son. We named him Gowtham, whom she calls Gotham and every night he wakes up and cries, she whispers in my ears “Batman, Gotham needs you” and most of the time I end up cleaning his poop and changing his diapers.

Good that my father visited you when you were 5 and saw you like that, in that attire!
Chee! What are you talking?
No, What I mean is, my father had a forethought of marrying his daughter to you!
Hahaha! Sleep now!
Batty… Batty….
Enna di?
I feel so safe in your arms! 😍😘
Let me hold you tight, you’ll feel more safer….

Some one, whom I hated sharing my work cabin with, when I first met, is now sharing herself with me…. She is my blessing, indeed!
My Wonder Woman that she is!😎 😍 😘

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Vaahanam-Aayudha Poojai

My wishes to everyone on the auspicious festival of Vijayadashami.
With the name Vijayadashami is linked Aayudha Pooja or Weapons worship ritual. Well, we are no soldiers or warriors to worship swords and all so we do pooja to the essentials, gadgets, vehicles and all.

From the time of Man’s evolution, his needs has also been growing. Well, I don’t want to bore you with Maslow’s theory now!
Growing up in an upper middle class Brahmin- Tamil Brahmin family, I’ve noticed a lot of things that almost every upper middle class family has been using in common and Flaunting them as well.

#1 Vaahanams-Automobiles
If someone has witnessed the mama’s duets with their respective mamis, way back in the 80s and 90s, it was this- Chetak. To the Background music of Chetak they would sing! 


If the mamas were a little sober, then it was a Kinetic Honda, which would later be given to their daughters/ sons.  Today, it is Honda Activa, that’s witnessing most of the duets.

The cool Dudes of the 90s used to impress girls with their Yamaha bikes, which is now replaced with this Royal Enfield.


In my childhood days, picnic meant going to the Zoo in the Maruti Omni, in which even a battalion would fit. Nevertheless, Ambassador also served the purpose.
I remember, all of us sitting around a tree and eating Lemon Rice, munching Potato Chips with  occasional sips from the Frooti or Jumpin carton. Today, these are replaced by Innova and other “decent” SUV.    Not just picnics but also, these vehicles served transporting Pooja articles, flowers, decorative items and a whole battalion of relatives to and fro the wedding hall.

There are some mamis who flaunt their mama’s sedans at the public gatherings.
Then, having a Fiat Premier Padmini was a luxury statement, which is now replaced by Swift Dzire.

Basically our mamas and mamis are very educated. They were and are well aware of the We 2 Our’s 1 or 2  thing. Presenting the Planned-comfort-reasonable-affordable Family Vaahanam, in which the family of 3 or 4 would go to outing or long drives (during which a Visit to the temple in that locality is a mandate) on Holidays, these are the vaahanams which have been and are carrying the KattiChothu Mootai or simply the Bag which has Varieties of flavoured Rice.

It was Maruti 800 then. Now it is Maruti WagonR ,

#2 Music Players-

When we visited any relative’s or friend’s place, the first thing they’d show us is their Music system. Our people being connoisseurs of Music, always boasted and flaunted of their Radios, which were replaced by cassette players then walkman, discman, iPod, mp3 players etc.
Sweet Memory:  There has been no day that I have woken up without listening to Suprabhatham on the Phillips Big Bass Music System that played cassettes. There has been no day that I’ve got ready to school without listening to Bhakti Ranjani on All India Radio Hyderabad Channel. During my childhood having a Sony Cassete-Corder cum walkman  or a discman was a big deal. I remember how we would flaunt the recorder in the music class, in front of everyone, record our music teacher sing and show it off later.
Today, somewhere in a corner of my house/ workplace, I sit and listen to the same music in my mobile, all alone. Well, isn’t it the same with others?

#3 Writing Instruments

On the day of Vijaya Dashami, Appa would hold our hand and do the Vidhyaarambham ritual. After that, it was time for new Pencils and Pens. For those of us studying below class 5, were given Natraj Pencils or Camlin Pen Pencils and those in 5th and above classes were given a brand new Hero Pen or Reynolds Ballpoint Pen. That excitement of getting a new pencil/pen-pencil/pen and showing them off to our friends the next day at school was priceless.


#4 Beauty Vasthu-Shingaara Essentials

It is not a big deal in decoding the Beauty Secrets of Mamis and Mamas.
No mami comes out of her house without applying Ponds snow, Kuttikoora powder/ Pond’s powder and Shingaar paste on her forehead. The Shingaar paste is given a matte finish with the application of a pinch of kumkum on it.


While the shingaari mamis are still using the same old shingaara vasthus, mamas are no less.

Every mama has a shavaram set (Shaving kit), in which he has his Old Spice aftershave lotion, Gokul Santol face powder and secretly uses mami’s pond’s snow.


Above all these, is the most important Aayudham in every South Indian Upper Middle Class household, which remains unchanged since the Day 1.


The Coffee Filter!!!

Well, there is one more special Aayudham for me, to which I did not do poojai, which is my mouth! It is one biggest Aayudham no? Not just for me, but to all of us!!



Not always a person holding a deadly knife is dangerous. Often, they are good cooks like me.

My Aayudhams

Here are my Aayudhams to which I performed poojai today.

Let me know if your family too uses the above aayudhams in the comments section.


Meenu Iyer A.k.a Aarya