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 A Big Shoutout to All MCCians: Your New Hangout Spot is Here! Hey MCCians! Looking for that perfect spot to relax after classes, catch up with friends, and make memories? Your search ends at "To Cafe" on East Tambaram Air Force Road. Imagine this: the sun is setting, you’re sipping a hot cup of chai, the open-air breeze brushing past, and all your worries from the day just fade away. The vibe here is calm, welcoming, and made for friends who love to laugh, talk, and just be themselves. And the food? Absolutely delicious and super affordable. We tried the grilled sandwich it’s the kind of snack that hits the spot every time. From snacks to chai to small bites, everything here feels like it’s made for us, MCCians. But the real magic starts as evening falls. Friends gather around the carrom table, which is arranged so you can stand and play cheering, teasing, and making every game unforgettable. And if someone’s a cricket fan, there’s a match on too, so no one misses out. To Ca...

My friend called me this morning. One of those slow, honest calls where the voice sounds calm but the feelings underneath aren’t. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, she said it again how she once wanted to be a teacher, how she imagined herself inspiring students, guiding them, being that person for someone. Her parents wanted to see her as a doctor, so she did what many of us do she chose their dream over hers. Now she’s a vet. A good one. A hardworking one. But the teacher in her still aches. And I told her something I truly believe: you’re already inspiring people, even if you don’t see it. Teaching isn’t just a profession, it’s an energy. It’s the way you make people think, the way your words stay with someone after a conversation ends. You don’t need a classroom to do that. We’ve somehow been taught that to teach, you need a specific position, a board, a syllabus, a title. But that’s such a limited way of looking at it. Some of the biggest lessons we learn in life don’t ...

In an era where technology sits at the center of our lives, our phones have quietly become our emotional crutches. We use them everywhere while waiting, eating, traveling, and even when sitting right next to another human being. Silence feels uncomfortable now, and boredom feels like a threat. So, we scroll. We refresh. We escape. Today, something small yet deeply meaningful happened something that reminded me of what we’ve been trading away without realizing it. I forgot my phone at home. At first, it felt inconvenient. Almost unsettling. I realized it was charging back home only after I reached the parlour. No Twitter. No articles. No familiar screen to hide behind. Just me… and time. I was waiting for my turn, and boredom crept in almost instantly. That restless feeling the one we usually kill with a swipe or a tap. But this time, there was no digital escape. And that’s when something unexpected happened. I started talking. Usually, when I go to the parlour, I don’t interact much. C...

This morning, I woke up early and kickstarted my day with prayer. It’s something I try to do every day those quiet moments help me cherish the silence and feel a sense of warmth and calm before the world wakes up. I got ready quickly, and that’s when my mom surprised me with breakfast. I jokingly told her it was my favorite yesterday’s chutney with dosa and I was forced to say it was yummy. If my mom ever reads this blog, she might get angry 😌 because the truth is… breakfast was actually chole bhature yes, my all-time favorite. Some truths are best revealed slowly. She also put on a movie that I really didn’t want to watch at first. I resisted, complained a little (okay, a lot), but somehow, scene by scene, I started liking it. Funny how some things grow on you when you least expect them to. Later, I was supposed to take my dad to the dentist. But then reality hit me it’s been months since I last drove the car. Panic quietly knocked on my confidence. So, I asked my mom to take him ins...

Loving you was the biggest sin not because love is cursed but because I gave it to someone who never valued to keep it I trusted you the way people trust gravity never questioning the fall until I was already on the ground bleeding my heart didn’t break clean it shattered into glass-thin memories every laugh every promise cutting me again when I remember I thought you were destiny written somewhere permanent but you were just a moment pretending to be forever until you got bored and let me go betrayal wasn’t one event it was a pattern lies stacked on top of lies while I kept choosing you and you kept choosing yourself you watched me cry and still fed me hope in small, addictive doses just enough to keep me waiting just enough to keep me quiet realizing I was being played was the cruelest heartbreak not losing you but losing myself while loving you being good felt illegal being loyal felt embarrassing waiting for your messages not ghosting not leaving not giving up felt like I was commi...

  My friend was looking at my phone one day, just casually scrolling, when she suddenly paused. She noticed that the very first contact was My Mom. In favourites - My Mom. On WhatsApp -My Mom. Everywhere she looked, it was mom and mom and mom. Then she saw something else. I hadn’t saved her contact with a name. But a 🌍 emoji a world. That emoji is preserved only for her. No one else gets it. She looked at me, genuinely shocked, and asked, “OMG… you love your mom that much?” I smiled and said, “Yes. She’s my forever best friend.” And then I explained why. My mother once held a prestigious job as an Air Traffic Controller, a career most people only dream of. A 40 LPA package. Power, respect, stability, success  she had it all. But she chose to walk away from it. Not because she failed. Not because she was forced. But because she wanted to give me a beautiful childhood. Just imagine that for a second. Someone willingly sacrificing a 40 LPA career so they could be present for the...