#mga writes

chinaapudu nenu ma inti bayata kurchoni homework rasukuntu untey kitchen lo ma amma chesa sambar guma gumalu ke entha intensity vundho same intensity ma vurlo dhaba ke vundhe, Sunday roju biryani time ayyindi pushpa ane aromatic vibrations tho ala pilsuthundhe. edhego vastuna ane na cycle vesukone, manche endalo eppate laga velli special chicken biryani order echa, phone pe transaction fail avuthunde emo ane cash kuda backup petuukone full prepared ga vella, can't wait to taste biryani level of excitement, dieting peru tho week antha kadupu madchukune cheat day kosam wait chesa pranalu dhora, what can I say. Hail veggies and oats!. na parcel vachey time lo IG, twitter, reddit ane ala oka pattu pate, suriyuduu na parcel yekkada ra ane adega, inthalo merupu thega laga dhaba lo chotu na parcel thesukone vachadu. Rao garu enti parcel size and shape ekkado thedakoduthunde ane adigithye chef maripoyadu thamudu ane pedha bomb pelchadu donga sachinodu, godava padde udhesam ledhu inko res...

This evening, I was sitting in a salon that I always prefer to visit. Not because that anna does the exact cut the way I want it, but because he sets the whole atmosphere with a 90s playlist and discusses current affairs, movie reviews, cricket analysis, and more. Although I often find his views distorted and incorrect, I just nod and listen to what he has to say. Listening to people is my superpower, no matter what the topic. While waiting for my turn for a haircut, I decided to open my Kindle app and started reading a fictional spy novel series set in Syria. The first 100 pages I read earlier were a bit boring as they were just setting up the characters and context. Anyway, I continued from where I left off and found myself on a page where a Nazi official explains with pride how he used to terminate Jewish people to an Israeli spy walking in the old streets of Damascus. It felt a little bit odd that I was sitting in my comfort zone - with AC, music, and a cozy chair - while reading a...

I've been to Kochi recently and what’s fun if you are not trying the local cuisine? So I tried Parota with beef, Iddiyapam, puttu, appam and kappa. As someone who loves trying new foods, watching Malayalam movies has been a gateway to discovering Kerala's delicious and unique cuisine. From up-close shots of people enjoying their meals to pivotal plot points centred around food, these movies have genuinely influenced my taste buds. One particular scene from the movie Hridayam stood out to me. When Arun asks Nitya on a food date, he takes her to an authentic hotel where they enjoy Kerala's famous parotta with beef. Another scene from Vikram Vedha has Vedha instructing Vikram on how to eat the Parotta with beef 101. These scenes highlight the role that food plays in Malayalam movies, and how it can bring people together in different ways. As someone from Andhra, where beef is taboo and even talking about it can be culturally insensitive, I was curious to try it for myself. And...

Meet Subramani, the owner of a tea stall in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense forest for kilometres on end, there is just a bus stop along the ghat road and this tea stall. One must get down at this bus stop and walk 2 km into the forest to reach nearby villages or resorts. He's like Chellam sir from the Family Man series - if you need information about local transport, accommodation, or anything else, Subramani is your man. You just need to ask and he was like "oru nimasham thambi" and he's on the phone, making things happen in no time. The day I was leaving I found his stall torn to pieces. Locals said an elephant emerged from the jungle and destroyed the tea stall overnight. Locals started to help and I am sure he will rebuild his shop and start again. When asked how he was doing, Subramani simply replied "Ellām cariyāki viṭum thambi" (everything will be fine) with that same infectious smile.

A gift from my parents when I was in the 9th grade, more than a mere object, it holds memories much greater. I remember playing GTA Vice City and Hitman, we all wish we had those cheat codes in life, 'comeflywithme', 'fannymagnet'. I remember the nerves and excitement I felt, awaiting the results of my 10th-grade public exams while staring at its screen. I remember getting awe-struck by looking at photos of Dubai city that my cousin sent in an email. I remember burning DVDs with the photos, it's funny some people reading this might wonder why the hell they burn,lol I will remember today, as it rests in scrap, obsolete and forgotten, its purpose and function now long gone, Yet the memories it holds remain timeless, A treasure trove of moments to look back upon.

Newborns are cute, and we all know that. But what about teenagers? They can be a bit funky and weird, but they're okay. And the ones between 5-13? Oh gosh, these guys can be an absolute nightmare. Let me tell you why. These toddlers are cute, and this statement doesn't hold true every time, it's because they are built that way, they are a duality in nature: they are cute and annoying at the same freaking time. It's like they know how to push all of our buttons and they do it on purpose! If you break down a computer to a molecular level, it essentially works in binary form. At any given time, it can either do 1 or 0, but supercomputers can do both 1 and 0 simultaneously. Likewise, these kids do the cute stuff and are annoying simultaneously. I have a nephew. He is 10 years old and 10 times more annoying than any other kid I know. The only time I feel cute about him is when he goes to bed and slips into sleep like a baby. But for the rest of the day, he's like a screa...

Wrapping your mind around your life is pretty hard but do you know what else is harder, watching a guy next to you enjoying every bite of Bonda with the gatee chutney(I can't find a fancier English name for it) while you are on a f*king diet. I'm at the tiffin centre waiting for my parcel, I am a regular customer here so the bonda shop anna gave me the gatte chutney privilege. Okay, the harder part here is I promised myself to have regular tiffin only twice a week, for the rest of the days I have to resist the urge to have it and just deliver it to my home and I have to survive on this colonized white guy’s diet: bread spread with peanut butter and oats, f**k that protein and fibre respectively. Speaking of gatee chutney, it is hard to find, and even if you do, every Bonda shop anna will treat it as an invaluable asset, so asking for extra chutney is an unwritten rule of crime 101. I still can't comprehend why people choose normal chutney over gatee chutney. Are they going...