And then I watched Vallamai Thaaraayo

Stablishing myself through the Storm

As I had mentioned in my previous posts, February 15 was a disaster. I didn’t like the day even a little bit. It was not only that marriage day I hated but, the problems started happening right before it and the problems sustained even after that marriage day.

It was like getting caught by a storm.

Vallamai Thaaraayo was great escapism before February 15^th and Cook with Comali helped me a lot in copping up with the events that followed that marriage day.

I started binging Vallamai Thaaraayo after watching a clip in Instagram. I am a great Fanatic of this YouTube channel called the Temple Monkeys. After watching their videos constantly and repeatedly, I started searching the works done by the actors in the Temple Monkeys Team.

I started watching Short Films of Rishikanth, Abdul Lee and even watched a Indian Mini Web series about Indian Military because of Badri from the Temple Monkeys.

That’s how I found Vallamai Thaaraayo when I saw a clip Abdul Lee had posted in his Instagram handle.

It a dialogue Abdul had spoken in the 70^th Episode of that show. It’s a “FEMINIST SHOW”.

The Show is about the life of an Indian girl from her childhood to womanhood. The show depicts how a typical South Indian girl gets treated in the patriarchal society. And I love shits like these. It teaches you how to be a well-maintained closet misogynist. **laughs hysterically**

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But Seriously, sometimes, the shows punched my guts by the true depicts of stereotypes of South Indian women. I can even say it felt like a serialized version of Great Indian Kitchen if I may. It’s a 15-minute episodic drama about a woman named Abi who evolves into from a shy girl to a normal human being with self-respect (And its very difficult to be a normal human being especially a girl in India)

I made my brother and my mother to watch this show. They both are a duo when comes to watching Tamil Serials. They both watch Pandian Stores and Bharathi Kannamma in Hotstar daily. Both were cringe fests if you ask me. I shouted and then pleaded at them to watch Vallamai Thaaraayo instead of that feminist wannabe Kannamma from Bharathi Kannamma.

Abi is much more matured than Kannamma in all aspects. **nods hysterically**

The last episode aired in the second week of February on 12-02-2021.

I successfully predicted Abi’s decision she would be taking at the end of the serial. Fun Fact: I got in a fight with one Boomer in the comment section of Episode 72 of Vallamai Thaaraayo. It’s a intense fight and I finally faked my defeat to maintain my sanity. I’ll post the Screenshots here to make it as a nostalgic reference. The guy with the Tamil text is my opponent.

On the same week, I read Right Behind You by Neil D’Silva. I had bought this book from the great Womaniser to read. It’s a collection of short stories on Horror. I was planning on giving it back to him when I meet him at the marriage function. So, I finished it that week. I also finished reading Why I am an Atheist & Other Works by Bhagat Singh FINALLYYY!!!

I had watched only two movies on the second weekend of February both on the theatres.

Kutty Story – I watched the evening show of this movie on a Saturday and this movie was a disaster. It’s an Anthology film with 4 short films by 4 different directors. Except Nalan’s movie, I hated all the other three. Yuck!

Parris Jayaraj – I watched this movie on a Sunday morning. I was supposed to go to the lodge to get ready for the wedding next day. Before that, me and my buddies watched this film and Surprisingly, I loved it. I loved all the songs in this movie. It’s a commercial comedy movie and I enjoyed it.

I finally finished a fictional novel that I have TBR’d on 2014 in the Goodreads. It’s the old book I have put in my TBR list in Goodreads. Its Train to Pakistan by Khushwant Singh. After the marriage function, my mind didn’t want to read anything. So, I temporarily stopped reading this book and started watching Cook with Comali.

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