Marriage? Hmm. It used to be an intriguing topic—until I turned 25, 26, and found myself becoming a part of it. For the longest time, I dreamt of finding the right person, getting married in a typical Tamil ceremony, creating memories together, attending weddings as a couple, going on vacations, having a child or two, growing old together—you know, just the usual. Growing up, marriage wasn’t something I ever discussed with my parents. They never initiated the conversation, and I wasn’t keen on bringing it up either. The only thought that would occasionally cross my mind about marriage was this: I didn’t want to marry a Tamil boy. Now, you might ask why. I have my reasons. Mainly, I’ve never been exposed to Tamil boys who I found attractive or intellectually stimulating. The ones I did know never seemed to be my type. That was the primary reason I never felt drawn to them. Also, I’m not very religious, so the idea of marrying into a Tamil household—where I might be expected to participa...
I found somebody who can love me at my worst. Who clicks selfies with me when I'm sleeping with my mouth wide open I found somebody who loves my strawberry thighs, Who has a super cool yet dramatic family just like mine, I found somebody who is ready to learn an alien language because why not, Who is my reel and real boyfriend, I found somebody who travels kilometres apart to have a cheese grill w me, Who sings like nobody is watching, who flexes sticky notes, I found somebody who shares his birthday with Big B and is super Bollywood than him, Who loves beaches and couldn't care less about it because things he loves are just as infinite as his love is, . . . I found somebody who can love me at my worst.
When the BCCI recently introduced new guidelines limiting family presence during international tours, it sparked debates among cricket players, fans, and families. The reasoning behind it? To minimize distractions and maintain team focus, especially after India's 3-1 loss in the Border-Gavaskar series in Australia. While many found the decision bizarre, I couldn’t help but recall an experience that, in hindsight, makes this rule seem completely justified. A year ago, while working at a PR agency, I was assigned to service a cricket league team. My role involved profiling players—understanding their backgrounds, crafting narratives, and ensuring the media had compelling stories to tell. Meeting ‘him’ Just a few days before the tournament began, I attended a team gathering where I met all the players and introduced myself. Among them was a particular player—let’s call him X. While most players simply answered my questions for their profiles and moved on, X engaged in conversation and...
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