Madhumitha's Blog

Most people in India are familiar with this(2 states) book by Chetan Bhagat. It is not one of those mushy love stories. Its more like a portal into the mind of the author. At first i thought of it as a joy ride but soon i learned that it is not so. It is a bumpy ride.But I must appreciate the author for his honesty let it be about his pre marital sex(with all respect only appreciating him) or about his sudden mild drift in choice of bride(the dolly part). But Chetan has done one mistake we all to he has a larger than life self image. I do not blame him any person who graduated from blue blooded institutions like IIT and IIM generally does. They consider it to be their birth right sorry degree right. Its not wrong its only the Chetan Bagath is too loud about it. The worst part of the book is the obvious racialism. Being a Tamilian it hurts. Not only Punjab's even Tamil's look good, are rich and are fun loving. Sadly this again is a stereo typical north Indian view of the south...

Rains are(were) something i (used to)dread. I do not detest the rain. Actually i have admired the immense force of nature or god as you would like to call it. But for a girl in salwar(Managing the dhupata is no easy task mind you) after her examination with hall ticket,cash,text book and her mobile phone to tend to, drenching in this heavenly blessing is not a good option. Just imagine dirty water encompassing your feet as if it was your pet cat curling and settling in close proximity to you. Pointlessly holding an umbrella hoping that it will save me and my precious contents from rain.Wading through water surpassing utter disgust for the mucky water.This is not easy task i must warn you.The bad part is that all water form an umbrella collectively falling on you and streaming its way into your clothes. Worst part is yet to come.It is the tediously long journey in the college bus sitting next to similarly dampened amigos. Hair as wet and sticky as that of a puppy out from its tub a...

Writing is one thing that gives me a high,my mood setter.How ever i had been abstaining from it on account of work.But that is no excuse.When we are in love with something we must pursue it.This idea might be banal but it is an inevitable stage in every one's life.After long this is the poet in me who woke from hibernation.Definitely not a magnum opus but surely brought this awry traveler back to her track. Your thought gives me a smile, Fixed as if for posterity but only for a while. This is the gift of our kinship, The word WE might dip, But your memories will acutely linger, Posting joy amid anger. For you are my Ami, Always a treasure you will be.