And then there are those days!

There is a happy day!

To Whomsoever It May Concern

To whomsoever it may concern,

I am not going to do the mistake that few prominent celebrities did in July by addressing this to a particular person of authority. I am living a quite-so-peaceful life and I am not interested in making it not-so-peaceful. I’m satisfied seeing FIRs filed in movies, definitely not interested in getting one.

So dear ‘whomsoever’, I’m just going to call you Sirji. I’ve always wanted to address someone this way. You see, being born and brought up in a Malayali household and residing in Chennai, I’ve never been able to use my broken Hindi which I learnt from watching serials on Star Plus. And there I go rambling again. Sirji, this is the problem with all of my monologues: I start in India and I travel all the way to Uganda, traversing Africa and Columbia and Czechoslovakia.

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The title for the post is blank now. I'm not sure what this post is about. Hopefully by the end of it, I will be able to find a title. So for those of you who have started reading this because of the attractive title (me being optimistic), do know that the title was the clincher to the post.

The Hours of Silence

As I write this article, my lips are zipped. Don’t get me wrong, it was a choice, not a compulsion.

I woke up this morning disorientated. The new academic year and new responsibilities had kept me on my toes all week and had wreaked havoc in my head; I was feeling insecure and a lot of self-doubt was flooding through the grey cells. I just wanted to sulk the entire day, which is quite the opposite of my annoyingly happy self. I was sure I could convince everyone that insomnia was the reason behind my grumpiness. The only obstacle I was sure to face was my best friend; she can smell my mood from a distance. I knew she would demand an explanation and I wouldn’t have one because I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was bothering me.

Lo and behold, to my rescue came my Professor! As a part of our class in Social Psychology, she challenged us to violate a social norm and observe peoples’ reactions to it. Many hilarious examples were discussed and she encouraged us to watch seemingly absurd social experiments online. I couldn’t believe my luck; karma works in a dizzyingly rapid rate now! I have a reason to remain quiet, no questions asked. And so began my 12 hours of silence, 9 am to 9 pm.