The century matures!

It is indeed a late post when compared to other new year references. It was the day of the harvest festival in India. In my state, TamilNadu, the festival is named ‘Thai Pongal’ (spelled as thy ponghul). It is celebrated across four days from the 14th to the 17th of January according to the tamil months. These four days take up different themes but on the whole serve the same purpose, which is to give thanks to the Sun god , Surya (spelled as Soorya), for the good harvest gotten and for the main essence of life itself.


People on this day, wake up as early as 2 or 3 AM to burn all the old things in their house. This makes sure that no old memories or unnecessary things are carried onto the new life to be lead from the next day, which is Pongal.

DAY 2: Thai Pongal :

This is the main fest day of all four. Ironically, the main dish to be made on this day, is also called Pongal, which is made from the first harvest of that season. It is directly served to the Sun god, as a token of appreciation and thanks. It is prominent over generations together that no matter how cold or dim the weather of January seems to be, the day of pongal is always a sunny day.

DAY 3: Maatu Pongal :

This is a historic day for many reasons. It is the day, when the cattle of the fields are honoured for their work there. It is also pretty special since the era of the cattle in TamilNadu almost came to an end but was saved by the youngsters of TN who go down into History.

DAY 4: Kaanum Pongal :

This day is a  day to simply be enjoyed. Every employee and employer take leave on this day to be with their family and go out to fairs, or the beach or whatever is their definition of happiness.

Now that I’ve briefed you about the day that I wanted to post the blog on (but couldn’t), let me congratulate the 21st century on its coming-of-age occasion. I consider every non-existent (non-living) thing as a female (Be it a country or years etc.) , so in other words, the century has henceforth matured. And to my understanding, every month from now on up until maybe 2045-2055, at least for roughly three days, the world experiences discomfort. And that’s because of the year herself feels uneasy. Keep track if you want to, because I stand by what I just said. Be it natural calamity, a political disaster, academical politics or civil wars, they will get worse on those days (around the middle of each month). So good luck earthlings *-* .

-Shreyy, an earthling who is experiencing what she just predicted.






2017 – a strong memory.

I’ve learnt from several conversations, that 2017 wasn’t a giving year at all. It in fact was the opposite. It took away a lot of things in life. I consider this a necessary wipe out in life’s course to start fresh, the next year. Therefore, I dedicate this post to all those people who’ve suffered miserably in the year 2017.

I’m someone who doesn’t believe in anything without proof and therein I strongly go against myths and superstitions but there was something almost all people who suffered last year had in common. They were all almost undergoing the dark phase called Sani payirchi in Tamil. They might have known about this had they had gotten it checked. A close friend of mine experienced this. She fell into a deadly  mind-trap, something similar to being possessed. Given that, she had no control of whatever happened through her body. This earned her a very bad name in “our” society. Other parents would’ve given up on their children for all the misery caused by their actions. But there was a silver lining to her tough times, is how I’d like to put it. They got her checked at a religious destination and turns out her time was terribly bad. They were asked to give her time to heal and guide her in any way possible. She’s still a bit hazy but definitely improved. This even still made me believe that time heals sorrows (not by any chance, in myths).

There were two other incidents where three of my acquaintances lost one of their parents each, to the cruel hands of time. Coincidence? I think not. Hinduism had yet another reason for this general lowness in happiness. It was said that the day on which the year 2017 started off, was a pretty bad one itself. This made it in general, a miserable year for most of us. I for one, had a leg injury that has caused a permanent mark for life. My left ankle has a torn ligament that causes numbness (almost all the time) making it very tough for me to feel anything on my left sole.

Coming to the main event that affected me a lot, I was a victim to almost losing one of my parents for good. Thankfully we were on time to save a terrible loss. I’d like to look at this as an opportunity to knowing how it feels like to lose someone. I was brought so near to the situation and taken away. I’m grateful.

This year, I’d rather pledge than resolve, to be grateful for all things big and small, in life because you never know when you might lose them. Believe in God or not, be grateful for what you have.

Shreyy, looking forward to the new year 2018.


These were almost too simple for a girl of that age to whine about. It meant the world to her, but too silly to the rest of the world, to even be shared or complain about. It was a weekend though. Not that it mattered. So during the wind up friday of an 18-year-old girl, getting ready for her weekend (only this time it was her vacation time), she was due to get her license to drive average cars on below-average roads. It was like any other holiday when she scheduled to visit an animal place that sunday, not with anyone specific. The schedule was to go on and that gave her joy. She did get her license card, was wasn’t given the original. Her guardian gave her a photocopy instead.

That saturday evening, while preparing her plans for the next day, her father worries upon diseases or infections got from animal places along with the sudden visit from a distant relative, announced only the previous night. She knew that the concern was merely a german hideout in world war 5 against the aliens of sakaar. (In other words the concern didn’t exist).

These two things almost choked her up. Not in any serious physical way, but the mental feeling to the thorax. The weekend was her last before school reopened and had to end this way. If he wanted to make it sound as a matter of concern, he would’ve trusted her with the original card and the visit to the animal place. It wasn’t seclusion at all. I think I was looking for the word “Deprived”. What do you think?

– Shrey, truely inspired by a true story.

Thor: Ragnarok


Ragnarök is third in line to the Thor series and has shown to be the most successful. It definitely stood out from the other marvel movies collectively, for two reasons. First one being the bold choice made in incorporating humour to the max (for an action film). This movie has seen the most amount of comedy content compared to its predecessors. The second reason is the transformation in how Thor is represented. Every thing right from his thunder-shaded eyes, to his hairstyle and less of hammer usage counted in for this movie’s success. Ragnarök is a prophecy that Asgard will meet its end when the Demon of fire casts his eternal flame onto it. Odin dies in this movie, but stays in Thor’s conscience throughout to guide him. The rightful first-born child of Odin, the Goddess of Death , who was banished due to her need to feed on excessive power from Asgard,  is the main villain in this movie. She hunts down her way into Asgard, through meeting her brothers. Thor loses his hammer during his first meeting with his sister, Hela, when she crushes it. On their way through the Bifrost portal, Hela pushes the brothers out of the portal and they end up in a strange garbage planet called Sakaar where Loki comes of favour to the Grandmaster there while Thor, ends up as a contestant (captured by 142 who was a Valkyrie) due to his portrayal of restrain. The sword that unlocks the Bifrost is taken and protected by Heimdall who guides the people of Asgard to safety hiding. Hela exposes Odin’s secrets and feels betrayed for not being given credit. She raises her old army from the dead, using the eternal fire. He however faces his friend Hulk and almost defeats him. Later Thor, convinces Hulk and 142 to make an escape route to save Asgard. While escaping, Hulk encounters an old recording of Romanoff from the Quinjet that he landed in. This turns him back to Bruce Banner for the first time since the last battle. They make their way back to Asgard in one of the Grandmaster’s jets, through the biggest wormhole. Thor, holding the army down, realizes that the prophecy was not just to destroy Asgard but to put an end to Hela once and for all (since she draws power from Asgard). Thus he asks Loki to initiate the Ragnarök while the other fight the army. His new friends Korg and Meik, from Sakaar, bring a jet to accommodate the people of Asgard. Surtur is released and he destroys Asgard for good. The moral being the fact that Asgard isn’t a place but a people. So Thor is crowned King in the escape vessel and they move into a journey in search of places to start their civilization but eventually leads his people to Earth. The scene where, in Thor’s conscience (when he blacks out when struck by Hela’s blow), Odin tells him that he is the God of Thunder not the God of Hammers and ask him to use his power without the hammer, was my personal favorite. This gave him lots of hope and carried forward successfully.

– Shreyy, who would slay to watch it over and over again.

An art form ♥


I intend to write this article to shine some light on a long gone habit. The art of appreciation, if thought on properly, probably never even existed. It only showed up when in need of favors. And so to say, it feels good to mention the amount of appreciation each person feels they should receive when they couldn’t do it themselves.

Most things in life are got from reciprocation. The world is, after all, the interdependence of life forms to keep life going. If a slow thought process was put into this matter, no one really needs to spend their time appreciating others. It’s a short life. People want to achieve a lot of fame, money, happiness, and appreciation. Why, when you can’t reciprocate, do you even expect it?

I’ve had this personal experience with the housemaid at a friend’s place. I was served tea and I had to confess to the hands who made it, that it was one of the best teas I’ve ever had. She (my friend) showed me to her maid and I said, “thank you, aunty!! That was a wonderful tea”. She was so contented and a wide smile spread across her face. I felt proud that day. As if I had achieved something no one has done in that house.

Let alone appreciating outsiders, how many of us say thank you to our mothers and fathers for working hard to make our lives relatively easy? If this is of any help, I’ve started to inculcate the habit of thanking, pretty consciously. It does work. I’ve seen improvements in our communications ever since.

We thank artists for their good movies, music, food, design and what not. But you pay them to appreciate them. The art of appreciation comes free. Comes at no cost, but just to spread happiness and that alone. I suggest you give it a try. You’ll never leave empty-handed. Next time you see someone comforting someone else or helping selflessly or indirectly aids you, do not forget to say Thank You!

– Shrey, feeling blessed about this change.

P.S. : This post was inspired by a good friend of mine slash follower 🙂


Dear butter-legs…

This is a letter to someone very special to me, that I wrote down recently. 

Everybody has a story. This guy (butter-legs), turned my life around from a very long time. I’ve both hated and loved him. After all, he earns me a lot of attention. But I’ve hated him more for the hurting he has caused so far.

Dear Butter-legs,

I’m doing alright without you. How are you doing? I hope everything has set in well, lately. I write this letter to tell you a mixture of things that I think you should know.

Firstly I have to let you know that ever since you left me, 5 years ago, life has been great. I was able to concentrate on my studies and live my little life peacefully. I know you are better off without me too. But, from what I presume, our lives were meant to cross each others’. Therefore, I don’t blame fate for making us meet on the 3rd of september, 2017. It was a fine sunny sunday, if I’m right. I was about to make my way back home from a relative’s place and there you were, waiting right outside their house. You were begging me to negotiate us getting back together. And because I let my guard down, you made me fall for you. (literally!). From then on I’ve learnt to live with you in harmony. I suggest that we take breaks from each other often, so that I can work on my personal life.

I hope you understand why. Write back only when you can. I’m not that eager to hear from you.

Yours me.

Shrey, who is in an affair with butter-legs!


It is okay to hate me for this. This is how I have felt all along. It is one of the core reasons that I started blogging. For beauty is only in the heart and not elsewhere. But the world could never accept this. It puts me in anger, when I see people looking and raving only for the beauty on the outside. It hurts rather, that for normal looking people, who’ve a beautiful inside, get rejected and hurt. For instance, a girl I know was not allowed to march for a national parade, because of her dark complexion. The very projection that Indians are white, is all that matters and is all that will ever matter to the government and the selection committee. So I get angry. When a girl with lots of money and fame, walks into a hall with other people on the same page, she gets accepted. But when a beautiful soul walks into the lives of terrific people, it gets rejected. It hurts me when I see, with my own eyes, that there are Indians who try acting, talking and behaving outlandish to their fellow Indians who aren’t well off. A person my friend knew once, was put into so much depression and that led to a lot of follow-up problems at a very young age.

It is like an unclear picture that I’m trying to paint in my head. Yet I end up converting them to words. The humiliation people have to put up with. It hurts. The closure a person is comfortable with in a scaring dark way. The insecurity when it comes to society. You’re not ugly, Society is! Yet there’s this dark voice in each one’s mind. Will I really be able to accept reality? Or is it rather better to put up with the falseness prevailing and keep pushing on. For independency is trending now. So is rejection, I suppose. It wouldn’t really occur to you unless you face it. It’ll be the world against you. But all you’ll have in mind are the memories of how you’ve treated people and how that’s backfiring at you?

This is just a general rage on the ways and means of our society. People fall for what their actors portrait on-screen. They get deeply affected by the promotions. It is after all soothing to know that you’re one among the million people following it. No one rather wants to be that one in a million kind of person. When traitors are hit with an amplitude of realisation, ask them, “I’m sorry, did my back hurt your knife?”. I believe in forgiving but never forgetting. Be it good or bad. When you feel let down at any point of time in life, don’t try to end it. Instead try to live up to your beautiful dreams and prove your haters, wrong!

I totally support loneliness. I’ve been there and it’s an interchangeable phase that I visit often, to keep my calm and keep myself intact. So don’t feel awful if you’re there. You are, in fact, gifted to be there yourself. Quality time alone matters. It helps you bring out the best version of yourself…truely for the better!!

This has nothing to do with how my life is going on right now. But this was purely for those who’ve been through the above phases of life and desperately need help or at the least, a feeling of oneness. And through my thoughts, if you’ve achieved it, do let me know. I’ll keep improving. The word trigger means a lot. To me, if used in a good way, it’ll improve the way everyone sees life these days.

– Shreyy, always here to help you, the way I was helped :’)

Untitled feelings. 

Expectations might be high now… People’s perspective vary. It’s called perspective for that very reason. And so they say, you’ll find ‘the ones’ once you’ve gotten there. People from the past will stay , they said. You’ll just have to keep in touch and you’ll manage. New people will not dominate. It’s going to be tough. That’s the one thing that happens to be right. No one will stay and help you. It seems fair though. If there’s a mutual feeling of helplessness, it’s manageable. And then you wake up weeping. Wishing you could go back to how it used to be. The old times when everything seemed stable. When you didn’t have to spend much time or money to get happiness. When friends backstabbed less. Not that they like backstabbing less, but they loved loyalty more. Everything’s changed now. You’ve grown up. Expected to behave. Behave according to a set of expectations. It’s a cycle all over again. Empty your mind. Live up to your dreams. Not that of others. 

Welcome to college. 

– Shreyy, who is still processing. 

Such Testing Times!

This week had some amazing turn of events in store for me. Long story short:

  •  Life skills were put to test. Living alone wasn’t new, but living alone added with pain was something new. I gained confidence to a whole new level and definitely the hard way. 
  • New songs now have new meanings to me, out of the blue.
  • Driving lessons were brought before my eyes, the hard way. 
  • Friendships were put to the ultimate test. There was all of a sudden a clear division between those who mattered and those who didn’t. 
  • Family became the first priority and bonds grew stronger. 
  • Sacrifice was at it peak, from all sides of relations. It was something beautiful to notice. 
  • Distractions in class shot straight up and the importance of sleep,  besides taking decisions, was learnt. 
  • Changes were brought in each and every person involved, for the better. 
  • Finally, managing different things at once, was possible through practice. 

One should rather not avoid such a week full of experiences. It felt like life was taught all together in a week’s time and I wasn’t really looking forward to that. If such a thing is to happen to a normal person like me, it ought to happen to anybody, no matter how high or low. I’d say you’d rather stay prepared for anything to happen at ANYTIME. It’s the least you can do. 

– Shreyaa, enriched a step higher 😁

A Hidden message.

She knows that she wouldn’t like it, if she told him this soon. So she kept it a secret. A secret only one person other than her self-consciousness knew. She tried giving him hints and ways of unobvious means, so as to not spoil the existing trust. She took him out and bought him food, for that was one thing she knew was his weak spot. Not just that, she also cherished each and every bite they had together.

He never failed her at timings and that made her feel special. He would walk her till she left the campus to a safe distance, each and every time. A part of her always kept telling her that he would feel the same way. But the risks of spoiling the existing trust were high. She kept it a secret, even when she was dying on the inside, to tell him. She’d rather wait a whole lifetime, if she had one, for him to own up.

To own up that their bond was special. Their bond was covalent. That their bond was something more than that which humans share. She was a biotechie and he was her department doggie.

– Shreyy, who just narrated a real life story.

P.S. – The dog was called Popsy ❤ …