Sami the Mindful Scribbler

Tomorrow is a very important day for all of us.First of all, all the very best to all first-time voters!  I’m also going to vote for the first time, so this time it feels different. All these years, we’ve seen our parents wake up early, go to the booths and cast their votes, while we sat at home, curiously watching the news—how the voting is going, celebrity entries, politicians speeches, and all the surveys. And now, those same curious people are going out to vote. Some of us might already have some exposure to politics, so we may have clarity on whom to vote for. Others who have stayed away from politics might not have that clarity and that’s completely okay. It’s okay to feel confused. But don’t let that stop you from voting. “We might stay away from politics, but politics won’t stay away from us. It’s already a part of our lives.” So be aware. Try to understand. Start conversations within your circle. The more we question and discuss, the more clarity we gain. Don’t just follow...

  I came across a video where a woman points at a model wearing a kurta, pauses, then looks at the camera, point the viewers and says, “If you are wearing something like this, no one in the office will look at you or even take you seriously at all.” I was quite taken aback by the way she put something down to promote something else. The first comment I read said, “The new trend is promoting one’s product by making others feel inferior.” And it was right. Because All these days, people would have been happily wearing those outfits. But this statement might make them question their dressing choices. Rather than giving people space to think, these kinds of stunts put them down and make them feel bad, as if their styling choices all along have been wrong. Yes, I agree that some channels do help with fashion choices. There is nothing wrong with making people aware about colour and combination choices. But it’s not right to imply that your entire life has gone unnoticed just because you ...

After so long I saw a child in him The patience The eagerness The curiosity The thirst to learn Something new Without any hesitation. Mom gifted My father A phone. His old one was broken Yet he managed to use It for call purposes So for last few days No IPL No news No updates We used to lend ours But not daily. So he would come Home Tired Energy drained And would watch the last over of IPL And would watch news for 5 mins And sleep. So mom decided to buy a new one. Since it was online He counted days Waiting for it daily Like a school kid Waiting for the last exam to get over so he could enjoy holidays. That's how he was. Very eagerly asking mom When will it come? And yesterday the new one reached us Like a kid When we were gifted Something. I remember It was a dressing table I remember I was overwhelmed Couldn't concentrate in class The whole time I was laughing Jumping out of excitement Kept imagining how it would be Came home Riding my bicycle fast Taking shortcuts Reaching h...

 One of the people I deeply admire and respect, who feels like home to me, is our professor, Dr. Rufus sir. When I joined my master’s in this college, although I had already spent three years here, this time it felt different due to the stream, timing, people, and the overall atmosphere. The first few days were difficult. I even had thoughts of quitting—not because I disliked the environment, but because I didn’t feel a sense of belonging. Somewhere, my heart felt distant. Until I met Rufus sir. He was like a light in our difficult phase of life. He often says that at the end of the academic year, he would gift a few students a lamp and a few other things. What I especially loved was how he explained the purpose of gifting a lamp, to remind students that they are the light of their own lives, if they believe they can change it. He also said that knowledge (light) serves you and brings you out of ignorance. To us, he himself is a lamp. Every time we are unaware of important things, ...

இனிய தமிழ் புத்தாண்டு நல்வாழ்த்துக்கள்! Wishing everyone a very happy Tamil New Year. This day used to be very special when we were in our hometown. In fact, as a child, we used to wait for this very eagerly. Once the month began, it itself felt like a festival for us. There is a big ground belonging to the famous Shenbagavali Temple. In the first week, they would start setting up a lot of rides, and by the end of the week, everything would be ready. Fathers, coming home after work, would freshen up quickly and take their eagerly waiting kids, making their day unforgettable. Mothers would get their children ready, doing the little makeup they knew which felt like the best in those kids’ eyes. Then they would hurry to get ready themselves, just so their children wouldn’t miss that grand spectacle. Even when their pockets were empty, they would still fill their children’s hearts, buying them Delhi appalam, cauliflower bakkoda, dolls, and balloons. On April 13, the actual celebration begi...

                   ( Ai generated image) I saw a man Whose eyes Conveyed so much More than his words Those wandering eyes New to the place Sensing the discomfort The uneasiness And begging the clock To run fast So that he could Go back home To his known And loved faces. He was a new employee Everyone Everything was new to him Being a 45-year-old man Called “va po” by a 30-year-old A 19-year-old girl speaking in English Customers asking him to show new phone models And he, in turn, Wanted to ask for help Showing the same model again and again Feeling hesitant Until another employee Took over his role. In those eyes I saw every one of us The first day of us In school College Workspace Or even solo days— Cinema hall Restaurant The same eyes That long for a hug That search for comfort That want to go back somewhere Yet struggle within Still showing up With a pretending smile. We all have been there Once the first day is crossed There are man...