Are you happy about the fact that he chose you over another girl? Don’t be. That’s the worst thing he has done to you. Life is not a race, to be happy that you won. In fact, the loss is yours. He actually put you in a position where he had to choose, think about it.
There you are in the middle of nowhere, looking at your phone, eyes fixed, waiting and your heart shrinks with every beep, every text that you get. You know the answer could be anything. It could be you or her. As the uncertainty engulfs you, your stomach tightens…
You remember how people warned you about things and despite everything you pinned your hopes on him. You broke the barriers and still did everything that was to be done to save what was long lost – the thing that you call a “relationship”. Do you deserve this?
The love that you once had was sure incredible. I am not denying that. But, where is it now? Lost? Dead? Stolen? Shouldn’t it have been saved and savored by both of you? Or is it okay if a third person gets a taste of it? Shed some light I am confused here. Can you share with someone the one thing that only you must have? Is that fine?
“But, he chose me!”
No, he did not. He put you on a comparative scale. He weighed the pros and cons. Maybe somewhere he still had feelings for you, but you cannot deny the fact that he had feelings for her as well. Are you cool with being compared? Because I don’t think any woman with the right amount of self-esteem and self-respect would be okay with that.
The problem is you’re too easy. You would answer him whenever he calls. You would go out of the way to help him. You wouldn’t bother him with your stuff. You will slay his dragons. And worst of all, you will give him the confidence that he owns you. That is where things get fucked up.
“So, what next, should I break up with him?”
That’s for you to decide. But either way, it will slice your heart into two. If your answer is yes – you would miss him for some time, you will miss his face, his cuddles, his words, the way he handles things, his love, his lust, his everything. But soon, you will realize that you don’t miss him but you miss your perception of him.
If your answer is no – well, you will have to come to terms with the most irrational thing. You will have to find logic in his actions, keep losing knowing that you can do better. Finally, you will have to chew on your pride and live knowing that there was someone.
If you ask me, you are worth a lot more than you think you are. Somewhere, sometime, you will realize how beautiful you are from within. If you want to chain yourself to the pole, go ahead. But the fuss is just not worth it. He did not win you by choosing you, he has promised you a lifetime of misery by doing so. You are stronger than what you think and don’t let others make you believe otherwise.
Let me know your thoughts on this in the comments section below.
Deciding your life by swiping right or left can often leave you bewildered and thus get you thinking, “Why can I not date a co-worker?”
Having a crush at your workplace is fine, but the moment it crosses that line you should know what you are signing up for.
Sure, when you spend 60 to 70 percent of your time at work, dating your co-worker might look all dazzling. But here are 9 reasons why that’s an outright bad idea.
1. Flirting – Unacceptable.
What did you just tell her?
2. What about the new sexy co-worker?
There is always one.
3. He is here, there and everywhere.
4. It gets boring after some time.
What did you expect?
5. You will have to keep it a secret because of your work rules, which means NO PDA.
6. You get promoted, or he does.
And suddenly he/she is your boss.
7. Inquisitive co-workers.
They will want to know all of it.
8. Break-ups are harsher.
And so say hi to the endless drama.
9. Spreadsheets to bedsheets.
Are you ready for that?
“Unaku Rohini eh pudikalana, enna pudikalana”
By then, I was sitting at the edge of my seat, eyes welled up holding back the tears. Varun Chakarapani is hope. The guy who crosses 7 seas and 7 mountains in search of the girl he loves is hope.
I am the kind of person who prefers watching the movie on the first day because I can’t stand spoilers. I have been eagerly waiting for the release of Kaatru Veliyidai from the time it was rumored to be called as Kurudi Pookal. But then, unfortunately, I had to leave Chennai and was back only yesterday night. 4 days I had to save myself from preying reviews of how slow the movie is and how Mani sir should not be allowed to make movies anymore.
For all those of you, what more do you want? The movie has everything. It couldn’t have been any better. Because VC is the man we see every day. Varun is the self-centered, self-serving, ego-maniacal boyfriend/husband/dad you have/had. He is the one who blurts words before everyone and later apologizes. He is the one you hope/hoped would change someday.
And, you. You are Leela. The girl who fights hard to be treated an equal. The one who demands respect. The one who is independent and hopes things would change, that he would change. The one who would love whatsoever.
If you hate it, it is because your Varun didn’t change. It is because it rubs your life in front of your eyes. Kaatru Veliyidai is not a complicated film, it is an everyday story. It is not another Alaipayudey or O Kadal Kanmani or Kanathil Muthamital. It is Kaatru Veliyidai – one of its kind. Comparing it with other movies is your mistake, not the director’s.
Men are born to hunt and women are supposed to look beautiful and have kids, a sexist remark by VC. Yes, he is heinous and inconsiderate and I am not justifying him. Why can’t he be that way? Why does it always have to be the story of a kind-hearted, ever loving guy? Have all the woman in the world stopped falling for such guys? Again, Varun is not Karthick or Adhi. He might not be the perfect boyfriend material, not the boyfriend who would always say the things that you want to hear. He is the one who would freak out if he got you pregnant, the one who has insecurities, the one who would forget important dates. He is the boy your friends would hate and it is okay.
Thuli Kaalam Kaettaen, Thuli Kaathal Kaettaen, Thuli Kaamam Kaettaen Maru Uyrie.
For all those who have complaints about the characterisation kiss your innermost Varun-Leela instincts and you will see the beauty of the story. The movie is not a magic, it is a hope for magic.
I stare at the screen – immobilized. I see the words etched across, mouth gaping, eyes stained and dumbfounded. It is a blatant truth that I have been scorning, overlooking and passing all my life. And, here it is. Wow, what a great time for a random test on Google to remind me my biggest fear.
Of all the things that I am incapable of doing, letting go of the ones I love has by far been the worst. You need to bear with me as this blog might more so look like a diary entry. But since writing makes me feel better and I don’t maintain journals anymore nor do I have anything to say to one person in a mail (for those of you who don’t understand – I write mails when I find it difficult to vocally express something) – This.
It is the cruelest thing you can ever do to me. You made a decision that you knew would destroy me and you didn’t even bat an eye. It was like just another day for you.
I wish I could tell you this, slam the door right behind me and walk away. But, where to?
You. I would come back to you. Even if it means I need to cross the planets and seas. I still would.
This is one of the biggest problems you would face when your world is too small. Besides what kind of a friend would I be, if I don’t do that. The worst thing is I am happy for you. I am happy in ways I can’t even write about. In any version of reality, I would be and you know that.
But all that said, you know what? I would miss you. I would miss being around you, spoiling you. I would miss seeing your face every morning, cuddling you, taking you out in the rain, acting like we are gay in front of others. I would simply miss being by your side.
I would miss torturing you, being your movie buddy, playing with your hair, arguing over simple things in life and protecting you. Above all, I would miss not being at an accessible distance.
Well, things do not end there, all this, while I thought to let people go off the hook, was the most difficult part, you proved me wrong. It’s being the same and not being able to meet them every other day. It’s the long distance friendships that hurt. It is the relocation that hurts.
Maybe I should give people a chance to know what a fearfully wonderful make you are. Of how you are worthy of love and good things, of how you are capable of changing the world. But, then I can be possessive in a way that doesn’t look possessive at all. And, that gives me a cringe on my neck.
I can’t promise you that things will be fine. But, I promise you I will try. Because there is not one thing that I would want to change, even if I can. That’s the worst part of growing up, your dramas don’t count. Nearby or far away – you will always continue to be the rattle in my stars.
After years and years of pondering, reconstructing and revising, I have finally come to terms with myself, that I am really ready to do this. My question is would you read further? My very first take on contemporary romance fiction. (Please do drop in your suggestions by mail or message). Presenting to you the first 300 words.
He stood there transfixed, looking at the other side of the road as the trains cut across in both directions. Turmoil engulfed him as he thought of her. She was supposed to be back home by now. She always did, no matter what.
He called her for the nth time, only to hear her caller tune sing “a thousand miles seems pretty far, but they’ve got planes and trains and cars. I’d walk to you if I had no other way” and then route to voice mail. Of all the things he had said to her before, this was by far the worst. He wouldn’t forgive himself for his harsh words, even if they were to trade places. But, selfishly he wished she would. He knew that she was aware of the fact that he would take back everything, everything that he said if given a chance. Because he loved her. He loved her more than his infinity and she a little more.
Pangs of regret, worry and distress accompanied him as the boom barrier raised, releasing the traffic on the either side. His eyes searched every cab, auto and bus that passed by, hoping desperately she would be in one.
He started the car, looking at each side of the road, half wishing and half cursing himself for all that he had to go through now, for not thinking twice before he spoke. A feeling of pain and endless emptiness was slowly starting to brew. He knew he was to blame, if .. if anything happened to her. He did not want to even think about anything happening to her. It was too much for him to lose and a lot more to take.
As he mulled over the last words that he had said to her, his phone rang…
Barney over Ted.
Joey over Chandler.
Damon over Stefan.
Klaus over Elijah.
John over Carlos.
Disclaimer – This post has nothing, let me make it very clear “NOTHING” to do with Valentine’s day. I have never understood why one would really feel excited about Valentine’s day. So, if that is something you have in your mind. Wash it off.
When every single soul in your contact suggests you a song, you listen to it. And, this is probably the best thing that I have done today (other than procrastinating). There are songs that grab your attention in a second. There are songs that make your heart perform somersaults. Then, there are songs that make you feel everything at once. This is one such song. Continue reading “Maruvaarthai Pesadhey..”
Not knowing if she was the lighthouse or the storm,
He was torn between an otherwise strong mind and a fragile heart.
For not everything was supposed to be beautiful and long lasting.
There are things that simply fade, without a reason or a goodbye,
Like an unfinished chapter or a lost roadmap,
Or a song that stopped half way through.
Into a galloping field of darkness, the scars reveal.
A truth to be accepted:
When life pushes you around without a second chance,
All that you have to do is find the pieces that don’t fit.
Somewhere between waiting for our Hogwarts letter and wanting to have a life like F.R.I.E.N.D.S, we all grew up. The first time I watched the series, I was going all ga-ga over the love Chandler had for Monica and how Ross-Rachel were the lobster couple. The second time, I watched the series, it struck me really hard that “Joey” was the best. From friendship goals to dating tips, this guy has given us (girls) everything. Continue reading “Every girl needs a “Joey” as a friend. Here is why ..”
Sorry, I couldn’t.
Sorry, I did not notice.
Sorry, I broke your heart.
Sorry, I yelled at you.
Sorry, I had to leave.
Sorry, I let you down.
Sorry, I messed up.
Sorry, Sorry and Sorry. How easy it is to say a sorry and move on. Sorry has become that five letter word that gets tagged along with every mistake you do. Sorry I did this, Sorry I did that. Continue reading “Sorry”
She stood there for long..
listening to the ebbing waves sing a weird sea-song.
And as the rendezvous prolonged..
She whispered,“2016, let’s pretend you never happened”.
Do you get that feeling of constantly wanting to go out and have fun yet simultaneously try to avoid every possible human contact?
Are you a weird mix of calm and calamity?
Are you a private person yet an open book?
Hey yeah, I feel you. Half of us is full of plans and the other half of us is inevitably shy. We spend all our time planning for an event but on the day, all that we would want to do is crawl and sleep. Yes, we exist trying our level best to co-exist. Continue reading “Not an Extrovert nor an Introvert?”
I have been planning on this post for a very long time but now with Trump being elected as the president, I can’t think of a better reason to post this. I am sure his vision to ensure open job opportunities for the US citizens first has put a big inverted curve on the faces of many Indians. Why? because from now on its going to be a little difficult for you to find an America mapla (groom) or boast about your paethi (granddaughter) not being able to communicate in Tamil.
It is approximately 8 in the morning. She boards the crowded bus and he pushes himself on her. She is 45.
She is in her class, her lecturer brushes his hands over her shoulders as he collects the assignment from the girl behind her. She is 19. Continue reading “Cheap Thrills and You”
My first take on writing a tiny tale. Your remarks and suggestions are most welcome.
“She will never have a problem with making new friends!” was what my friends told about me on the last day of school. Little did they know what the future had in store for me.
If you’re in your twenties, switched multiple jobs and is currently working in a top notch company – this is something you would relate to. People are fake, selfish and cunning. For the next 2 minutes, you are going to listen to my honest rant. Continue reading “People. People. People.”
To all the pretty single and tough girls out there who are busy being the warrior you want to be. You’re doing great. But, pause and listen up. A little help wouldn’t do harm! Continue reading “Don’t pretend you know what love is when all you got was a heartbreak.”
Dear BBF’s Future Love,
Congrats! My BFF is the best thing that has ever happened to you. I know because she is the best thing that could happen in anyone’s life. She is like the blue crayon, that you cannot get enough of, the crayon that colours the vast sky and the deep sea. Continue reading “Letter to my BFF’s Spouse”
It was yet another idle weekend that I got to spend doing nothing but skim through the pages of an old book trying to come up with a plot for my own while randomly surfing the internet for deals. The very fact that the next day is the first working day of the week had eaten up my whole Sunday evening. Continue reading “From Fridays to Mondays”
It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn’t much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband, and father of three school-age children.
While Harry grapples with a past that refuses to stay where it belongs, his youngest son Albus must struggle with the weight of a family legacy he never wanted. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes darkness comes from unexpected places…
The things that we love have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
J.K Rowling was the reason why I started reading and she continues to be the reason I still do. The best thing today second to Harry and JKR’s birthday is the release of Harry Potter and the cursed child, the nineteen years later story. I almost forgot what it feels like to wait for a book to get released. The last time I had this deja vu was on 21st July 2007. And, I thought I was over all that. That was, until last night. Continue reading “Happy Birthday, Harry!”
“if we bid goodbye and our paths never cross again, I want you to remember this”, she said.
I want you to take a piece of me with you wherever you go. I want you to remember that everything is going to be fine and that there is light at the end of the tunnel. I want you to trust yourself the way I trusted you. I want you to be you.
I want you to embrace your dreams. I want you to know that you’re loved, beyond measure. I want you to be there for others, just like how I have been there for you. I want you to believe in miracles. I want you to create magic. I want you to be everything you’ve ever wanted to be.