Preethi Sriram

Sarcasm is the new sexy.  We tend to love the quirky comments and the mean replies while ridiculing is proudly quoted as"Savage" and anything but a sane comeback gets you a "Burn" . Why did we let this become a trend? Because it's fun. Yes, It is . It is Fun from your end. Have you ever given a little thought about how the person on the receiving end feels? The answer is No. A Big Fat No. That is what we have become . Voices echoing heavy sarcasm and Hearts ridiculing anyone with a different perspective. Aren't we becoming the bullies? Back then,when we were little,the teachers taught us what good and bad habits is and every one of us attended a class called "Moral Science" ,the mere motive of which is to sow the seeds of good-deeds into the innocent minds and to raise them as adults with great responsibilities. With every passing class, we dreamt of being the good-guy of every such story. We lived as the Hero of the tale and inev...

It was her wedding anniversary. This day has been the day of Jubilation ever since. She woke up to his smile, crooked yet too warm to ignore. That's what Love meant to her,  Waking up to his smile.  The smile that could make her forget about everything. The smile that could leave her entire world stranded. The smile that signifies how much she means to him. The smile that gives warmth in days when there is no ray of hope. The smile to which she fell in love.  The smile to which she could fall in love all over again. His Smile summarized her Happiness. She looked at the huge stack that lay safe inside her safe and her mind slipped into the memory-track It was an Album.  She pulled it out off her safe and sat on her bed. He was looking at her. Her Fingers ran over the cover of the album that read   'The LifeLine' . Her 'Gloss-less' lips twisted into a smile. She Looked at him as she ruffled through its pages. The page Number read '54'. Her nails are no lon...

It was a Friday. No. Not, a Good Friday. It wasn't 'The 13th' either , but indeed a Nightmarish one. I was going home. The weekend at home is something that would get anyone exuberant.  "Home". That one syllable has the power to re-create the melody that plays in ur favorite playlist on repeat. Home, The place where you belong!  Mumma's Lap! Itsy bitsy fights with Appa! Food. Most importantly Foooood! After so many days of tolerating semi-cooked , over-cooked and sometimes even uncooked food, I wouldn't miss out the food from my dear own mother's kitchen.(I said," my dear own mom", definitely not 'dear own kitchen'. Well, at this point kitchen is dear too. )   Did I miss out Coffee? Who wouldn't crave to taste the little drops of heaven!? So, why did I quote it was a nightmare?  Because, it indeed is. It was already 7.30 pm  and I'm still slogging in the 'God-knows-why-they-are-this-comfortable' chair wit...

Happy Ending? What's happy about an ending!? The little girl that always believed in the fairy tales and happily-ever-after is all grown up. Innocence is bliss. yes! But sometimes life is about more than just bliss. Growing up doesn't always stay proportionate with the age. You can be fifty years old and still believe in happy endings or you can be sixteen years old and believe that only "The End" could be your happy ending. Now is the time for a huge question mark. Why!?   Because,the sixteen year old just went through a heartbreak and cries herself to sleep with every passing night and that meant the end of her world. Rings a bell, Fellows!? Everyone of us would've gone through something similar. Heartbreaks and Happy Endings doesn't go along, isn't it? Well, this is not something new to us. We've been dealing with heartbreaks for a pretty long time. It might have felt like the end, but we'll eventually come around.   I've two words fo...

"Stay Close To Anything That Makes you Glad You're Alive! " I couldn't get this quote off my head. It would've possibly been from one of the million pages that flooded my facebook feed. The top right corner of my mobile read '2:41 AM'. Tossing in the bed with thoughts clouding my head, I lay there wide awake. Ilayaraja and A.R. Rahman didn't manage to give the much needed sleep. Lullabies, no longer embraced my tired eyelids. Even the cuddly teddy bear failed at putting me to sleep. Trying to measure my height with the width of the bed didn't help either.  Grabing the blanket closer and pulling it away finding No comfortable position to sleep and the night already seems like a Haphazard.  Just not that, at this time of night when everyone is down getting all comfy in their mattresses, I lay there with a thought train.  Everything seems amusing. Everything. From the pattern of the bedsheet to the fluffy pillow.  From the messy hair to th...

The month of January is so eccentric.The mark of a brand new year, the blossoming hope and the wishes on the star,leaving behind the baggage and starting it all new , New year, New acquaintances, New resolutions, New promises, well..New desire to keep the new promises , and a lot new to start a new year with! I had yet another reason to be happy about ! My birthday! The very word gets me excited.Well, who doesn't love their birthdays? For all the shopping,For all the new dresses,For all the dressing ups,For all the 'waiting for the surprise and act surprised'.. Hell yeah, That will always be one hell of a day. You might have been familiar with this kinda person who gets excited about the very concept of Birthday, goes crazy like a couple of months before , stays above the elation zone and makes everyone around go crazy with their jubilation. now that u have portrayed,that person ,apparently is me!  For the love of the birthday candles and ...

Heyya readers! How have u been? Long time ,No see!  My head scrabbled through a vast range of topics to pen something down , but  no luck! Apparently,the urge to write has reached a point where I started scribbling in random languages and  Jusst to save myself from going to an asylum I write this blog down! Don't worry,It'll be sensible enough to entertain you for the minutes u spare with me ! Somebody asked me "How was your year?"  well,that triggered something. "How was the year?" yeaaah, 2015 ! Was it my year?   When this question is posed , I could feel faces quizzing themselves.  Good,Bad,Better and worst ! The third grade superlative degree that our English teacher taught us works well! It was a mere mixture of emotions !  Oh, u feel it was bad? rewind it ! There would've been one good moment.. atleast one! Probably a heart felt conversation with someone special or a laugh riot or a random stranger's smile or a new acquainta...