Sep 27, 2017

909. Twitter doubles tweet length




Twitter has finally decided not act like a man suffering from PMS.( I know that a man does not suffer from PMS. But If I had used the word "women", many women would have ganged up on me). They have decided to go beyond the 140 character limit.

Their USP was their 140 character limit. With that limit, it encouraged people to be more creative with a few words. Now with increase in character limit, people would start writing essays again. In no time twitter users would demand twitter to increase the character limit to allow them to write notes and articles.

Twitter's justification was "When people don't have to cram their thoughts into 140 characters and actually have some to spare, we see more people tweeting". They made this great discovery after 11 years of existence and revealed this great discovery on a blog post.

Jack Dorsey announced the company’s “small change” but a “big move”: each tweet could now be of 280 characters, instead of the previous 140 characters. However, for now the increased character count is available only to a small group of users.
It is easy to be humorous and expressive with 280 characters and the challenge was to be witty in 140 characters and that is what that made twitter so special all these years. But now on, things are gonna change.

If you ask me what is the difference between the 140 character twitter message and the new 280 character twitter message, the following example will give you an idea

140 Twitter: Show piece for sale. Never used.
280 Twitter: Show piece for sale.  Brass fish with  black eyes. Never used. (Unwanted gift from wedding)

-Chronicwriter

Sep 20, 2017

908. Aarav and the condom pack

A few days ago,my friend Ravi (name changed on purpose because he is my friend on Facebook too) invited me to his house for lunch .  So here I was sitting in the living room of his house and watching TV, when his 6 year old son Aarav (name changed again) came up to me with a rubber ball. This is how our conversation went

Aarav: Uncle please play with me
Me: Okay. Go stand there. I will throw the ball at you
Aarav: Okay catch this ball
Me: Oops! You have a powerful arm. That throw was fast
Aarav: Haha! Yes uncle! I know. I am stronger than my dad too

Ravi was sitting in the same room and talking on the phone. His wife, Sheela (name changed)  came out of the kitchen,  stared at her son and said "How many times have I told you not to play with a ball in the living room?" 

Suddenly the room was silent. I sat there with folded hands thinking if she was giving a hint to me that she did not like my presence in the house? 

May be she did not like her husband's friends or may be she did not like me. When these thoughts were running in my head, she turned to me and said " Anna! don't take me wrong. I was only shouting at Aarav and its not about you". 

That sentence created more doubts in my head. Aarav ran inside and soon brought a box of crayons

Aarav: Uncle color this note book along with me
Me: Ok! What do you want to color
Aarav: Let us color this whale
Me: Ok! Take this blue colour crayon and fill it

Sheela again came out of the kitchen and said "Anna, Don't encourage him to draw a blue whale and all. I have heard it is a dangerous game". In the space of five minutes, Sheela had stopped her son from progressing forward with his activities. I kinda agreed with her on the first condition because she might have thought that the ball might break some glass items in the room. But the blue whale connection did not sink into my head at all.

Ravi was still on a phone call. What kind of friend would invite me to his house for lunch and make me sit in the living room and be on the phone all the time? Do you know any friends like this makkale? To add salt to the injury, his wife also curbed her son from playing with me. 

Aarav: Uncle, let us play memory game
Me: What is that?
Aarav: We use playing cards to play this game
Me: Okay bring it

Aarav runs inside and shouted in a loud voice "Amma! Did you see my playing cards?" to which her mom replied " No I don't know. Search in Dad's cupboard". Little Aarav was busy searching for the playing card deck and there was silence for sometime. After some time Aarav came running to the living room with a pack of condoms and said " What is this uncle?" Sheela also came out of the kitchen at the same time and she was embarrassed big time.

Sheela: AARAV! GO AND KEEP THAT INSIDE
Aarav: But Amma! What is that?
Sheela: IT IS A MEDICINE
Aarav: What medicine amma?
Sheela: I SAID GO AND KEEP IT INSIDE

She rushed back into the kitchen. Ravi was still on the phone not even realizing what had just happened at his house. Aarav kept the condom pack inside and came out and sat next to me and watched cartoon network along with me. During lunch time, we all ate in silence. Ravi was finally off the phone; but he did not know why his wife never came out of the kitchen; nor did he know why I was eating without saying a word. I was controlling my laughter. 

Little Aarav also does not know what medicine that was! May be he knows.

-Chronicwriter

Sep 8, 2017

907. He clapped when he died



Robin was an 8-year-old boy studying in class 3. He was the apple of the eye for his parents. He learnt Karate at a very young age and got a black belt when he turned 7. He was literally strong for his puny stature. But underneath all the strength that he carried inside, he was still an innocent child.
His parents showered all their love on him. His mother would play with him every evening when he returned from school. His father was a man of few words. Though he loved his son dearly, he never expressed his love for his son through words.

Robin’s mother was a famous singer in their town. People in the city remembered her as the “Paadagi Mary” (Singer Mary). Mary and Goldina were great friends. They would always sing together in marriage functions, birthday parties, concerts and religious functions. Goldina’s father “Singh” was a respected man in the society. He would take scripture classes for the people in the town and everyone in the town held him in very high regard.

All the children in the locality was very fond of Singh thatha. He will tell them stories and teach them songs. Mary also wanted her son Robin to learn scriptural ethics and songs from Singh thatha. Singh uncle always loved children. He was an amazing story teller. He will always have chocolates in his pockets and the children knew that he would give them chocolates. But Robin felt something strange with Singh thatha’s behaviour.

“Why is Singh thatha making me sit on his lap when no one is around?”
“Why is Singh thatha putting his hands inside my pockets to hold my pee pee?”
“Why does Singh thatha make me to search in his pant pockets when there are no chocolates inside?”

These three questions were in Robin’s head for some time; but he was scared to raise these questions to Singh thatha. He realised that there was something odd about his behaviour with him. But Robin did not even realise that he was sexually abused by this old paedophile who had a good standing in the society.

A few days later Singh thatha was admitted in the hospital. Robin’s parents rushed to the hospital. Goldina was standing out with tears in her eyes. Mary went to her and asked “What happened”. “Doctors are saying that he is sinking” came her reply. All the friends and family members gathered outside the hospital. The news had spread that the spiritual guide of the town is fighting a battle between life and death.

The doctor came out of the ICU and broke the news that Singh thatha had passed away. Everyone started to cry. Mary and her husband had tears in their eyes too. Goldina was inconsolable. Singh thatha had helped many poor families by donating money for them. All of them were there in the hospital too.

Robin was standing next to his mother and suddenly out of nowhere, he started clapping and laughed out loud saying “I am glad that he died”. Everyone around him stopped crying. How could a young 8-year-old boy be so cruel? Goldina also heard what Robin had uttered. She looked at Robin with the expression that said “How can you behave like this when your favorite thatha has just passed away”. 

Mary felt ashamed by her son’s behavior and gave a slap across his face. Robin was not smiling anymore. He had tears in his eyes. Robin really had no clue why he clapped with so much happiness. He never had the understanding that he was sexually abused by that old man who had just died. But he felt relieved that he was no more.

An old man in the crowd tried to calm the situation. He pulled the young boy Robin from his mother’s grasp and made him sit on his lap and asked “Why did you clap like that Robin? Don’t you realise that it is a sad occasion and Goldina aunty has lost her dad. Do you think what you did was right?

Robin gathered all the courage and replied “I don’t know if I was wrong in clapping and laughing. All I know is that Singh thatha won’t make me sit on his lap and put his hands in my pocket and play with my pee pee anymore; nor would he ask me to put my hands inside his pocket to search for a lollipop when he does not have any chocolates inside his pockets.

Everyone understood the reason for Robin’s laughter and slow and steadily the crowd disappeared from the place. Mary realised for the first time that her son had been abused by an uncle whom she held in regards.

Almost two decades went by and when Robin’s little daughter who was just 3 years old came to him and said, ‘Daddy, my teacher taught me the difference between good touch and bad touch’, tears started to roll down his cheeks.


There are many Singh thathas in every family. If your child is uncomfortable with someone, parents should respect the child’s discretion. It is high time that every child is taught the difference between a good touch and a bad touch.
-Chronicwriter

Sep 7, 2017

906. My favorite politician Valarmathi's video

I was binge watching my favorite Politician Valarmathi's videos on Youtube when I came across this particular video. What caught my attention was the title of the video.

Valarmathi Chief Minister Jayalalithaa's granddaughter's name atop the smell video tribute.

The apostrophes in the title are used correctly. So the entire sentence would not be wrong. I realized that there is a much deeper meaning hidden in that sentence.

It could be a code for the future generations.  There are four gentlemen and four soft ladies in the picture. My favorite politician may be rough on the outside. But she is soft like cotton candy on the inside.

Certain codes should not be decoded. The specialty of those codes are that they should remain a mystery.  This title also belongs to such a category. Hence I have decided not to do any research on the code; but just immerse myself in its presence (Aaraiya koodaadhu; Anubavikkanum).

Even if you happen to find the meaning of the sentence, I request you to keep the meaning with yourself. Adichu kooda ketpaanga. Veliyila sollidaadheenga.

-Chronicwriter

Sep 4, 2017

905. Word


Do you want to look like a literary genius on social media platforms? It is simple. All you have to do is find some newspaper cutting. Once you find a news article, just underline some sentence. Take a picture of that news article and post it in social media. 

Make sure to include the caption "WORD" while posting the picture in your social media profile. Adding the caption" WORD" will add value to your post. People will think that you are a genius. Why don't you try this today? 

My friends have tried this on their FB walls and some of them have even gone on to publish books. Yes they are now called as authors. They might have paid some huge amount to publish their books because no traditional publisher came forward to release their book. So What? At least they have a book in their name. 

Remember! It all starts with "WORD".

-Chronicwriter