Things That Happened Ten Years Ago That Would Make You Feel Old AF

Things That Happened Ten Years Ago That Would Make You Feel Old AF

“2007 was just yesterday. Everything that seems what it is now was what it was then, too. What, I aged like 10 years: no big deal. Okay, may be I didn’t know Vijay Sethupathi was OR I wouldn’t have known the dude named Modi, but it wasn’t that predated. I would have been in school. I would have crushed on the same person. But hey, bring it on guys: I double dare you. Make me feel old. Go on.”

Well, you asked for it. Here’s a list of things that seems ages ago, but was actually only 10 years ago. Buckle up.

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Jallikattu And The Coke Side of Life

Jallikattu And The Coke Side of Life

I don’t know about you, but if I had the ability to travel into future, I would definitely avoid the seven days of warfare between the good and the substantially lesser good. The ending is predictable. They lay in open books. Etched in history. And they bound to repeat themselves. Trust me; you are not missing anything.

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Here Is Why “Dangal” Is A Failed Masterpiece

Here Is Why “Dangal” Is A Failed Masterpiece

When Dangal productions were announced there are many things that could have been handled well. When a member of a creative team of Disney is interested in an unforgotten tale of a village-bred wrestler, who decided to break all gender stereotypes, you can sort of imagine the scope. If narrated properly, the life history of Mohavir Singh Phogat could have touched all the right chords: sexism, corruption, and xenophobia. In stead, in an attempt to commercialize the flick, the director had singlehandedly destroyed what could have been a stunning revision of stereotype-bending, unashamed rendition of a beautiful story.

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Death of Jayalalithaa: What Will Happen in the Power Vacuum?

Death of Jayalalithaa: What Will Happen in the Power Vacuum?

Not one member of AIADMK ever started his parliamentary speech without saying Puratchi Thalaivi Amma at least 10 times in a short paragraph. Most of them were bulky, masculine, and threatening; but they had the smiling face of a woman politician in their front pocket that was see-through. That was the legacy that died in Tamil Nadu yesterday. A state of mind-less fandom regardless of the performance of the politician. This is echoed in J. Jayalalithaa’s re-election to power even after messing things up with the recent flooding. Even with all the flaws and problems, she stood, nevertheless, denying entry to xenophobic political parties that threatened to derail Tamil Nadu’s belief in equality and peaceful living amidst diversity. She occupied a large space (not interpreted in the way you think), which, in her absence, would be a political opportunity to many vultures trying to covet prey.

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If You Didn’t Cry At These Tamil-Movie Moments, Congratulations, You Have A Heart Made Of Ice

If You Didn’t Cry At These Tamil-Movie Moments, Congratulations, You Have A Heart Made Of Ice

It’s been nearly 100 years since the first Tamil motion capture was done, and since then we have been cutting invisible onions, while driving a bee into our eyes accidentally. Here’s a list of moments in the recent past that made you punch a wall to regain manhood again.

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She Is The Idol That Was Never Made, A Bronx Statue That Never Left The Sculptor’s Head

She Is The Idol That Was Never Made, A Bronx Statue That Never Left The Sculptor’s Head

She wakes up everyday in a mire of ignorance. Her tangled hair flutters against everlasting wind that picks up pace as it approaches her: it could be a warning, it could be trying to break her fall. The woman, however, walks ahead, her eyes on the ground, her neck the shape of a sickle: no writer with any shred of dignity could ever describe her endowments, for she is the idol that was never made, a bronx statue that never left the sculptor’s head.

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