Subash.M | Assistant Professor

Sundays have their own rhythm. Today mine began slowly, almost lazily, with no deadlines or alarms chasing me out of bed. I just stayed in the present moment, arranging little things in my room. Somehow moving books, folding shirts, and clearing the desk gave a calm, pleasant start to the day. It felt like putting my mind in order too. By noon, I went to Vadipatti Matha Church, my regular stop for Sunday prayers. There, as usual, my mind betrayed me by wandering off into literature. While the priest spoke, I caught myself remembering Charles Lamb’s essay Sir Roger at Church. It was funny to realize how close I was to his description half attentive, half lost, and secretly fighting sleep. Prayer is holy, but my drowsy eyelids clearly didn’t agree. After church, I visited my friend at the seminary. He handed me a guitar, and we tried to make sense of some chords. Let me admit the guitar made more noise than music under my fingers, but it was still fun. My friend played like a saint, whil...

Today was one of those days that made me stop and think about life, work, and all the small dramas in between. First of all, a burning question struck me, is it mandatory to take calls after working hours? Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe the corporate world wants us to be available 24/7, but I believe after-hours belong to ourselves. If my quality of work is measured by how quickly I pick up a late night call, then probably I am in the wrong story. Then came another thought  how do I measure the quality of my own work? Is it in the numbers, in the appreciation, or simply in the peace I feel after completing a task? I still don’t have the perfect answer, but at least I know perfection is overrated. Even appearance comes into the picture. What to wear to the workplace? Should I dress for comfort, style, or to impress the boss? And about lenses no, I don’t want anyone else’s lenses to see the world. Mine are enough. Why should I care for the judgments of people stuck in worldly matters?...

Yesterday was one of those days that quietly left me with a deep lesson about life. I was teaching a poem on life to my third year students, speaking about beauty, meaning, and change. Just outside my classroom, I noticed a statue of Lord Krishna. People were cleaning it with devotion. The image was striking Krishna with the Ratha, full of grace, charm, and romance. The statue looked divine, and in that moment, it was not just a piece of stone but a symbol of faith and beauty. Later in the evening, around 4 pm, I happened to pass by the waste burning area. To my shock, I saw the very same statue lying there. The same image that was worshipped in the morning now looked abandoned, broken, and unwanted. It was painful to witness such a contrast. That sight made me think of life itself. We may look precious and beautiful in someone’s eyes today, but the moment we change, lose our charm, or no longer fit their idea of perfection, we may be discarded. Just like the statue, what is once cheri...

Today was one of those days when life decided to surprise me. I walked into class with my usual energy and taught a poem to the first year students. The poem was about love and madness a subject that feels too big for someone like me. Honestly, I have no experience in love, yet I stood there explaining it with confidence, as though I had written the poem myself. After class, my eyes wandered outside. Near our college, there is a small mountain. On top of it stood a shepherd with his sheep, right at the edge of the cliff. That simple picture shook me. He stood there so calmly, as if he owned the world, while his sheep grazed without worry. I couldn’t help but compare our lives. We chase targets, face deadlines, juggle workload, and complain about pressure. But that shepherd? He looked like he had none of those things to bother him. Maybe he has his own problems, but from where I stood, he seemed freer than all of us. It made me think we live in a world full of opinions about love, about...

Today, as I boarded the college bus, the road itself seemed to narrate a story. People were running in every direction some with a purpose, some without. A few faces glowed with joy, while others carried the dullness of routine. Some looked expressionless, as if life had paused for them, while a few carried eyes full of curiosity and silent questions. The vehicles that rushed past told another tale. Drivers moved faster than the wind, hardly worried about risks, as though speed itself had become their reason to live. The world on the move is always fascinating it makes me wonder, are they chasing something, or just trying to escape? Amid all this, what caught my heart most were the kids. Their faces were pure joy untouched by worries, unshaken by expectations. They live as if life is nothing but play, a lesson many of us forget once we grow up. Watching them reminded me that happiness doesn’t need reasons, it just needs presence. I may not have magical powers to read the depths of ever...

Today felt like a turning point after a long pause. After two weeks, I finally stepped back into the gym. The familiar smell of weights, the rhythm of workouts, and the energy of being there made me feel alive again. It was as if my body was whispering, “Welcome back.” The break had slowed me down, but today I felt that spark returning. Sometimes, even a short gap makes us realize how much we value a routine that builds both strength and spirit. But the day didn’t just end with that small victory. There was a bigger surprise waiting for me one that touched my heart in the deepest way. A week ago, I casually asked my Anna for something. Today, the parcel arrived all the way from Kashmir. As I opened the box, I felt like a child unwrapping a long awaited gift. My hands trembled with excitement, and my heart was full of gratitude. It’s not just about the gift; it’s about the love and care wrapped inside it. Anna has always been more than a brother to me he is like a second father, my next...

Yesterday was one of those rare days that felt light and joyful from start to finish. I met up with my friends, and as always, the laughter began the moment we saw each other. We started off with some window shopping, strolling from shop to shop, pointing at things we didn’t plan to buy but enjoyed imagining as ours. The fun was less about the things on display and more about the silly conversations we had along the way. In between, we bumped into our professor who was out with his family. For a few minutes, we all stood a little straighter, spoke a little softer, and put on our “student face.” It was a nice encounter that added a different flavor to the day. Soon, food became the priority, and nothing beats a hearty mutton meal when you’re with close friends. Sharing bites, exchanging plates, and joking over the last piece made it feel like a feast. Over the meal, we began planning our next trip half serious, half playful, but completely exciting. Later, I went to check out some new s...