It’s the year 2000. The first quarter. Trailers for Alaipayuthey are out, and so is the music. I’m 13, and my brain and body suddenly burst onto the stage where romance, relationships, attraction and pleasure are at play. Rahman’s tunes, brought to life by the stunningly handsome Madhavan, send me into a tizzy. The family…
Category: Non-fiction
My Own Little Singlish Dictionary
So long ago, in 2006, when I was a naive college-goer new to Singapore, I came up with this post on Singlish, the Singaporean form of English. This was written in only my second year in the country (I went on to live there for seven), and in the years to come, I would have…
Whose House is it Anyway?
I woke up with a start to some extremely loud (not to forget really annoying) Tamil religious movie song. Heart beating wildly, I opened my eyes and wondered what had hit me this afternoon. I looked around, trying to find my bearings, and realized I was home. Well, technically, my parents’ home. But still, home….