Purer Than Gold & Sparkling Than Diamonds

He stood on the deck sipping a cup of hot coffee, it was a cold and breezy morning and his ship was sailing somewhere on south pacific. The combination mist and mast reminded Varun of titanic movie and his better half. He missed Shivani a lot and cursed his marine engineer job that caused the distance, they were married just for 4 months when he left for the voyage. He dreamt of her, hugging him from behind, until a beep from his mobile disturbed him. With frustration he shouted “OMG, can’t I even dream of being with my wife” and lazily took out the phone from his pocket and it read “5 more days for anniversary”. He sighed, being well aware of his awesome memory, he added multiple anniversary reminders on the day of his wedding and that’s what gonna save him. He was supposed to get sign off a month back and spend time with his wife, but his replacement got delayed due to some emergency and still got stuck here. Again he cursed himself, this reminder is of no use as the ship left the port just couple of days back and it would take another 10 days to reach the next port.

After a deep thought, he decided to order something online for her. But, he always wanted to gift her some jewelry on their 1st anniversary and even saved some money for the same. Something struck his mind and he rushed to his captain’s cabin.

Varun: Hi Captain (in a panicking voice)
Captain: Is something wrong with the ship, I had never seen you like this.
V: Captain, need your permission to use the SatPhone.
C: Any Emergency?
V: Not emergency, But Kinda important and personal.
C: Don’t take much time, you know it costs a lot.
V: Aye Captain, Thank You.

After searching his contacts he called his friend who is a famous fashion blogger

Varun: Hello, Hi it’s Varun here.
Friend: Dei, You alive?, what a wonder you have called, haven’t heard from you since your marriage.
V: Sorry ya, was kinda busy.
F: Okie Okie, Where you calling from? Back to chennai?
V: No No, I am still floating on the water, look, I am using satphone, can’t talk much, called you for a small help.
F: Tell me , tell me.
V: My 1st anniversary is on way in another 5 days and I want to gift my wife some jewellery, unfortunately still got stuck here, few months back you posted about one online jewellery site na.
F: Yeah, Stylori ah ?
V: I don’t remember the name an all, tell the site address, let me try.
F: Note it da, it’s www.stylori.com 
V: One more thing, How about the quality an all?
F: Don’t worry about quality an all, i myself had purchased from there, more than that, you know NAC Jewellers na, it’s their online wing only.
V: Then Ok, Will you help me choosing? , I am bad at all those and you know that.
F: No No, Your wife, you choose. and get me something when you are back da.
V: Hello… Hello… Hello… Think signal is dropping. Thanku Thanku.
F: Thu, You never change, bugger.

Again He rushed back to his captain’s cabin.

C: What’s now Varun?
V: Captain, need your terminal to access internet.
C: What ? !! Don’t tell me that you want to update your facebook status and check in in pacific ocean.
V: No Captain, Want to order something online for my wife and just realized that my 1st anniversary is just 5 days ahead.
C: Wow, congrats man, I understand, I know it’s really difficult and really sorry for still keeping you on the board, but have no other go. Wait will set it up, then you can go ahead and use it.
V: Thanks Captain.

Before going ahead, he spent sometime in deciding what to get her, then he narrowed in his mind to get a pendant and a set of earrings for her. Then, he opened http://www.stylori.com in his browser and browsed the numerous options. With no prior experience in buying jewellery, few educational articles regarding grading gold and diamond helped him to a greater extent. He was also glad about their “no questions asked” return policy as he feared her rejection towards his selection. He selected pendant and earrings that reflects her personality, modern yet simple. Then he customized Gold and Diamonds for their grade by choosing the best quality available and added them to the cart, his heart always wanted to get the best for her. What could have made him merrier than the discounts and option to send it as a gift with a special message to her. He wrote “Sorry, I couldn’t find anything more purer than your love and more sparkling than your smile to gift you. I tried my level best and this is all I could get. I Love You, I Miss You”. He made payment using his Credit Card to complete the order and closed the browser window with a big smile on his face.

He couldn’t call and wish her on their anniversary, so he called her 5 days later when the ship got to the port.

Varun: Hey, Happy Anniversary.
Shivani: It’s not yet anniversary sir, you was with me only for 4 months (Laughter), I really miss you. Wish you were around.
V: Same here, got my gift? like them?
S: Yeah, they are lovely da. I’m so happy. They made me to miss you more.
V: So, where’s my gift?
S: Awaiting for you at home, come back soon.
V: Yeah, I will..

Their conversation got extended for more than an hour. Let’s not shamelessly eavesdrop their private conversation.

Couple of weeks later, Varun got replacement and got signed off from his work. To surprise her, he reached home without giving her a single clue. He rang the doorbell and she got completely flabbergasted seeing him at the door steps. She jumped out of joy, pulled him straight, hugged him tight and kissed him right. He noticed her wearing his gifts, the pendant and the earrings, not only that, he also noticed the tears of joy run down her cheeks. He whispered to her, “Why are you wearing this now?”, She replied, “I missed you a lot, I feel like you being with me when I wear them, that’s why” and smiled at him. Again he realized, there is nothing as pure as her love and nothing as sparkling as her smile.

This entry is a part of the Stylori-Jewellery from the Heart contest, It’s just a mere attempt to amalgamate Style, Love and Story reflecting the brand itself.


organised in partnership with The Chennai Bloggers Club, Which I am proud to be a part of.


Though this post is about online jewellery, I dedicate this to all of them who work away from their families.

I Heart ART-ery

I am hosting this guest post in my blog to support my friend Minu Marie Mathew on her new brand, ART-ery. I find her entrepreneurial spirit really inspiring and I wish her all the very best.


Brand Message:-

The brand is called “ART-ery” and deals with fashion jewelry primarily. We’re a woman-centric brand and we want our name to become synonymous with women who stand up for themselves. Our goal is to showcase the fact that every woman is beautiful as she is without having to make any change. We want to let a woman express her inner personality with a piece of artistic jewelry that resonates with her personality.
Our products themselves are handpicked and in some cases handcrafted with materials sourced both domestically and internationally. Presently we have categories: Neckpieces, Earrings, Ear Cuffs, Arm Cuffs, Bangles, Bracelets, Anklets, Headbands, Finger Rings and Home Décor. Each product has some artistic sense behind it and we’re very focused on individuality. On the business front at this point of time we’re a Facebook store and we have participated in several exhibitions as well.

Why the name ART-ery :-

More often than anything we get asked the question “Why the name ART-ery?” Usually the question is followed up with an assumed interpretation of what the brand name could signify. Now while we love the zest and effort behind these guesses, we think it’s time we told the tale of ART-ery.

When we started the brand, we commenced our Facebook page with the brand message “Express your inner self with a piece of ART and celebrate the woman in you”. Besides serving us as a tagline, that little summary is the essence of who we are and why we started this brand.

The words ‘Fashion’ and ‘Style’ are often misunderstood as qualities possessed by people who buy designer labels or read high-street magazines. That isn’t what ART-ery is trying to provide. We think your inner self is beautiful, stylish and fashionable. We don’t want to do anything to change that, we wouldn’t dare! We’re here to help you find that inner self. There’s fashion in your blood, fashion in your arteries! And that is the message behind the name ART-ery.

The added emphasis on the word “ART” in our name denotes that we’re extremely selective when it comes to our product range. We’re simply a place that takes pride in housing and appreciating art. Our products are handpicked or handmade to be statement pieces that let a woman be herself. Every woman being beautiful and unique requires every product to be crafted beautiful and unique. With a range that spreads across necklaces, rings, earrings, bangles, anklets, bracelets, arm cuffs, headbands, home décor and more, we meticulously ensure that each of our products embody art, style and elegance.

Our vision for ART-ery is to embrace diversity and everyone’s individual style. Fashion is something that’s already in you, be proud to celebrate who you are!

Stay Connected.
Website – www.art-ery.in
Facebook – www.facebook.com/ShopARTery
Craftsvilla – www.craftsvilla.com/shopartery
Instagram- https://i.instagram.com/shopartery/
Blog- www.shopartery.tumblr.com

Ten Squared

Significance of 100 

  • 100 is the square of 10 (in scientific notation it is written as 102). The standard SI prefix for a hundred is “hecto-“.
  • 100 is the basis of percentages (per cent meaning “per hundred” in Latin), with 100% being a full amount.
  • 100 is the sum of the first nine prime numbers, as well as the sum of some pairs of prime numbers e.g., 3 + 97, 11 + 89, 17 + 83, 29 + 71, 41 + 59, and 47 + 53.
  • 100 is the sum of the cubes of the first four integers (100 = 13 + 23 + 33 + 43). This is related by Nicomachus’s theorem to the fact that 100 also equals the square of the sum of the first four integers: 100 = 102 = (1 + 2 + 3 + 4)2.[2]
  • 26 + 62 = 100, thus 100 is a Leyland number.

Ten squared is 100, thus the title of the post is simply 100. If you are curious why this guy has put up some trivia about 100, please keep guessing. I was even surprised to see today’s date (10th October) coinciding with the post, multiplying its day and month also yields 100. Ok, will come straight to the point, yayyyyy, this is my 100th blog post.

100 post is really cool milestone na, so, I take this post as an opportunity to thank few. First, let me thank myself for being determined to write consistently, at least one post a month. Then,  I thank my friends whom I troubled, forced and tortured them to read my posts whenever I wrote one. Then, I thank my fellow bloggers and my dear friends at Chennai Blogging Club, you guys are simply awesome and one of my vital source of motivation when it comes to writing. Last but not the least, I sincerely thank all the readers who visited my blog and read my posts, even the counts motivate me.

If I read my 1st post now, I would probably laugh at it for the language and the writing style. But, there is no 100th post with out the 1st one. I would better say that my writing got evolved with my blog. I know there is way to go, but I am really happy about this milestone. Thanks again everyone who supported me and this blog.

This day also got yet another significance in my life. Same day, 5 years back (10.10.10) I joined the company which I am currently working for. So, it’s my 5th work anniversary too. Way to go my boy, way to go.

This one is dedicated to you, The Reader.

Trip To Remember – Coorg & Goa – High Dream Come True

Usually I write my travel experiences in chronological order, But I wish to differ this time considering the significance of the event that occurred concluded the trip, So in reverse chronological order. If you are someone who regularly read my blog, you might have guessed just by reading the title of the post, If not, just continue reading.

As mentioned in one of my previous posts, to fly in an airplane had been a huge dream since my childhood. The dream came true when I boarded my 1st flight recently. As I am deferring the trip details to upcoming blog posts, this one will only be about my maiden flight experience.

My 1st flight was a Boeing 737, Jet Airways connecting flight 9W427 from Goa (GOI) to Mumbai (BOM) which was scheduled on 28/09/2015 at 06.50 pm. I reached Goa Dabolim Airport as early as 04.30 pm with my friends. We awaited in the waiting area until they announced security check for our flight. Post X-Ray scanning and tagging our bags, we checked-in and was given our boarding passes. Then, we completed our hand baggage security check and waited long for boarding gates to open. I kept on checking my watch, excitement in me started shooting up,  I even roamed around the airport to contain it and to stay calm, even looking at the boarding passes excited me. I peeped through those huge glass walls, seeing those flights take off and as usual imagining being in one of them. Then there was an announcement stating that the flight got delayed by 15 minutes and got rescheduled to 07.05 pm.

At last boarding gates got opened by 06.55 pm and I couldn’t control my excitement as I entered the flight doors through the air bridge, It felt like an adventure, that’s the moment of truth. I was greeted with a warm smile by the air hostess and was guided to my seat, where I sat and put on my seat belt. Not all things happens to  our wish, I wished for a window seat, but didn’t get one this time. After series of safety and emergency related announcements the flight started moving. I didn’t close my eyes, but held my seat armrest tight and peeped through the window while it took off. It was an amazing experience, I smiled to myself and I felt as if I achieved something great, same silly me. They served stuffed bread roll and I opted for a non-veg one which was yummy. After few mins, pilot announced that we are approaching landing. I enjoyed the night view of the busy Mumbai as we approached the runway. A sudden, slight jerk in the flight confirmed a safe landing, and that was yet another thrilling, achievement unlocked moment. I took the air sickness bag which was kept in the seat pouch as a souvenir and got off the flight. That’s the end of my maiden flight and thanks Jet Airways for making it memorable one.

Once we got down the flight, we had an airline staff expecting us. She coordinated us to board a n airport bus to our next flight (9W487) bounded to Chennai. This one is also a Boeing 737. It seems that the flight was waiting for us to board and it started momentarily. I think the following Paulo Coelho’s word are true “When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.”. I felt as if the whole universe conspired to help me get a window seat this time. As Mumbai airport is a busy one, our flight was queued for a while on the runway before it took off. This time they served a  whole nice meal with Roti, Potato Sabzi, Rice, Chicken Curry, Yogurt, Ice Cream and Coffee. After a while, pilot announced that we are about to land and we are no 6 in the queue, and our flight rounded Chennai sky for a while, we also experienced air turbulence couple of times that time. I had a spectacular view while approach landing, long shoreline of marina beach, MRTS train route and Kathipara Junction bridge caught my eyes before landing. I happily got off the flight, collected my baggage and got back home.

That’s all, story ends here. Thanks for your patience, reader.

1st Flight Souvenirs

1st Flight Souvenirs

Why I Am Not Proud Of

So, last week my FB, Twitter timelines were flooded with post and tweets about Sundar Pichai being named as CEO of Google and how they are proud because he WAS an Indian or because he is a Tamilian or because he is both. It’s the same thing when Sathya Nadella was announced as Microsoft’s CEO last year. The case is not just with both of them, the same happens whenever a Person Of Indian origin or an Non Resident Indian (NRI) achieve something significant, suddenly people start feeling proud of them.

Though I highly respect their talent and hard work, though they have been inspiring to me, In fact I am not proud of them. I indeed feeling shame that our country is incapable of retain and nurture such talents. It’s the other country which gives them opportunity for a better higher education, opportunity to grow in their career irrespective of where they come from and even permanent citizenship. When it’s other country which facilitates them with what they need, I actually don’t understand what’s there for us to feel proud of. Just imagine a guy who was born in our country goes to other after completing his undergrad, gets trained there as a terrorist, kills innocent lives and raises as head of that terrorist group. In this case, will we take responsibility for his act just because he was born in our country. Then, how fair is that to take pride of their achievements. Actually we should stop feeling proud and start thinking. Think why we lack on educational infrastructure, think why we weren’t unable to retain some of our great minds here. think why we weren’t able to create a technological conglomerate like Google or Microsoft here. Let’s think and act.

Do you know what else I am not proud of, corrupt politicians who waste public money and use it for their personal benefits, government that obstruct freedom and deny basic rights, religious bodies that does moral policing, citizens who are socially irresponsible, etc.

Do you know what I am proud of, I am proud of our soldiers who strive day and night to protect us, I am proud of sportsperson, mainly from less sponsored sports who represent our country just for patriotism and passion, I am proud of the ones who tirelessly and selflessly work to bring a positive change in the country. I am proud of you and me, every Indian who contributes to the growth of our country one way or the other.

Be a proud Indian, Happy Independence Day, Jai Hind.

A Dream That’s Lost Forever

I returned home after a usual working day. The moment I unlocked my phone, most of my WhatsApp groups were filled with news about your demise, I didn’t believe it  at once, I wished it was yet another rumour, but all the news channel confirmed the same with flash news. I felt sad with in, the air around me felt dense for a moment. I want to grieve for your depart, I searched for my childhood collection of your paper clippings, tough missed many while shifting home, lucky to find few intact. Like anyone who mourn or grieve, I wanted to cry looking at your pics, Instead I smiled. You are youthful and such a charm, aren’t you, You are like one nuclear reactor, full of energy and spreading the same.


Remaining of my Paper Clippings Collection of Dr Kalam

I got to know you during my school days, that’s even before you became president, thanks to my school library, librarian and my reading habit. Then you became president of India and more news started flowing about you. Your life, your actions to motivate students and your visions towards development of India inspired me as it did to many. You are bit different, aren’t you. While many leaders were busy extravagantly spending govt money in their personal, political and religious agendas, you went all extends and put all your efforts in reaching people with your ideas and plans to develop the country. While most of our leaders lost hope on indian youth and least cared about them, you motivated them and held them responsible for India’s future. Your humbleness, simplicity, hard work and honesty had made millions of Indians adore your irrespective of their differences and I am no exception. You might not know and you will never know (unless there is a heaven and it got internet connection) that I am your fan boy since my schooldays and you are my huge Inspiration. I always wanted to meet you, click a picture with you and get your autograph, but I never achieved much for that to happen. So, It’s A Dream That’s Lost Forever.

Not all get to do what they love, a few do. Not all get to die while doing what they love to, a very few blessed ones get to. Your death is one such, like a soldier who died fighting for this country, you fought ignorance, fought illiteracy, fought hatred, fought what not that stops the development of the country. You are such a selfless leader, we owe you, the country, it’s youth, the science community and everyone. The only way to pay you back will be by working towards the betterment of this nation together, by working towards your vision of developed India. A few are immortal, it’s just their body that disappears not their ideologies. Media might forget you once they get another sensational news, but never the youths and students of this country.  You will be remembered forever.

You have worked ceaselessly all these years, now it’s time to rest, Rest In Peace Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam. This nation will  truly miss you Sir.

Jagriti Yatra | D +16 , D +17 & D +18

Day 17 (09.01.2015) Unlike me, most in our group woke up late as we all slept late last night. We got a whole day to spend at Mumbai before packing our bags back to Chennai. Our search for having something different for the breakfast failed, thus ending up with dosa in a nearby eatout. Actually, I wanted to roam around trying different food, but ladies in our group opted for some shopping first (should have been cautioned by then) so, we headed up to the Fashion Street. While others spend time shopping and bargaining their best prices, I was simply wandering back and forth the street having roadside chats and drinking lemon sodas. The only thing I got there was a customized keychain with my name on it. Time runs really fast in Mumbai, or at least it seems to be, It was already afternoon by then and I started to feel hungry again.

Customized Keychain, a Mumbai souvenir

Customized Keychain, a Mumbai souvenir

Then, we all headed to Bandra Linking Road as they had decided to continue their shopathon. Our friend Akash joined us on the way and we all had our lunch in an eat out near Bandra. We were also joined by our CEO Archana akka’s friend Sharmila at the Linking Road and their shopping went on for a while. As admin and Akash decided to part apart to meet their friends at marine drive and the rest of us decided to go to the nearby Carter Road Beach. This beach was nothing like the beach in Chennai, no sand at all, even the dark sea was bit away from the shore line and what we could see is all rocks. One thing that comforted us was that the place was silent unlike others and the breeze too. Thanks to Sharmila who pointed me to a place where I had my best Shawarma ever, and to some good parathas nearby. It was already time, so we took a taxi back to our room and admin joined us later. Me and admin relaxingly enjoyed our Breezers which we got earlier that day, while our friends kept on reminding us that it’s getting late.

When we checked out of the hotel, we realized that the hotel guy had messed up with our cab booking. The cab arrived late and we were rushed to the railway station. With just couple of minutes for the train to start we hired a porter to move our heavy luggage and boarded the train in the very last minute. Both the cab drivers and the porter took advantage of our situation and demanded more, with no other go we end up paying them their extra. Even boarding train felt like an adventure, what a pulsating experience it was. After all those happened that night, we had no energy left on our body, so no option other than hit out berth straight and sleep.

Day 18 (10.01.2015) The whole day was spent in the train chitchatting, singing, eating, sleeping and nothing else. One thing I couldn’t forget is, our admin kept on saying “Food for Thoughts” pointing to set of books he got.

Day 19 (11.01.2015) Early morning, we reached Chennai back. After bidding farewell to my awesome Chennai gang, I took a local TRAIN back home. As they say, it’s nothing like home. And, my mom’s food cured my homesickness in no time.

Every Time I think of yatra, I just feels like a dream. It was an awesome amazing journey and It will be one of my best memories cherished forever.

The End.