Alamelu Janaki

  Arubaito! This is more of a personal Blog.    I love the concept of Arubaito. I was acquainted with this word, when I pursued Japanese language and sensei (teacher) told us, the Japanese culture encourages every student to pursue part time job to be better at managing finances and become self-sufficient. Post Schooling, I chose literature as my vocation and I am happy about the choice.   I decided to manage my own expenses post schooling and support myself and my family in the little ways I could.    I made use of every opportunity that came my way, if it concerns my passion, I would hop on. Now on retrospection, I feel humbled and thrilled because of the vivid exposure I had. From 2013 , almost for a year in my first year of UG, I worked as a tutor for school students at Orange Kids for two hours on week days. I came across this job, on a day when me and my friend Thenmozhli, were loitering after  missing the College bus.   This was my fir...

                        How does each of our stories end? Is there a pattern to it? When does it end? Why does it end? Will the end make any sense to the process?   The purpose of life is obscure. Like the lives depicted in art and literature, it is not complete. It doesn’t have a proper plot.  No concrete beginning nor middle nor end. We think of life as never ending one. It just goes on. Perhaps it does. The survivor faces the void post the dear one’s demise. Death is a curse for those who live henceforth. If there be no purpose of life, what motivates us to perform our duties to the best of our abilities and pursue our endeavors with all our mettle. The way life works is unpredictable and incomprehensible. May be there should be a rationale to it, just that human mind is unable to wrap its head around. There should be a reason for how things works in here. Are we really aware that our lives are ...

  A letter to my mother . 30/04/2022. Amma, I am married. I am sure you should be happy. A guy who took education very seriously and an Anna University Grad, who fought his way up and brought a change to his life. I am sure you will like him and boast about his achievements or whatever.   I am glad for this very reason that I found him. It is six years ma. As each year pass, I am scared if you are moving distant, time is fleeting. Every other day, I will want to ring you up and say, ma I made this today, I reached college, I am unwell, I missed my date and every other intricate detail. I posted a random pic today and Madhan told me that I look beautiful like you. It was overwhelming ma. I don’t like to carry symbols of marriage, I hate to comb my hair nor to put efforts to present myself in the way the society wants. But if I am to depict you, I will do that. No qualms. Amma, I am confident and assertive, I know what I want. But on the flip, I am trembling with fear....