The Kumudham Fever

Well. Well. Well. Look where I've reached. This is not something that I am proud of but I feel immensely to let you all know that I am ready to make you regret once again and yes this is the fiftieth time. Hurray for the 50th post. Wish me for being even more stupider and more Non-sensing idiot and write as many Blogposts as possible. Please pardon me for the "Seerum Sura". I am so sorry, if that had hurt your feelings.

Maybe I haven't told you something of how I spent my twelfth holidays. I became a Book-reader and yes I was off reading some novels. I have always been a Novel and a fictious kind of guy. I read only fiction and this went through the whole of my vacation period. Suddenly, something happened. What? What? vacation ended and I had to get to college. I was getting a little bit of sad, so I took some my books along with me to College. Those books are Chetan Bhagat's Five Poine Someone, Arthur Conan Doyle's Detective Stories, Rohit Sharma's Discover Your Destiny ( obviously not a fiction or a novel, it is a Self-motivation book and it is my cousin's book. I still don't remember this thing, did I give it back to him?), and two Rajesh Kumar's ( I believe you know him, if not kindly GOOGLE) pocket novels.

These books are still there, I really haven't gotten any time to read all of these again (Yes, I have read them all). When I was in the first room (or home as I like it to be called) I started reading this Kumudham stuff. You know, this weekly magazine, putting up stuff that mainly comprises of Cinema and small politics stuff which actually isn't much worth reading if you'll ask me. Well, to be frank, I was too much into that thing as I actually read the magazines without fail, Every. Single. Week. It became like something that I began to expect when the time came for that magazine to be in the stores.

This thing went on for like four months or so, that is equal to 8 magazines in a row. And then things became sour for me, you, I started getting bored with the usual repetitive shit that comes over and over again. And the short headlines on the Book's cover are truly misleading and are just put up to make the people buy it, marketing tricks. But I can't blame them for doing that. They have to make sales, don't they?

But I do read it at times, the part inside the book called the One Page Story lightens me up. It feels so good that people come up with awesometacular things in just a single page story. I also like the questions that readers can ask the guy called ARASU. He gives creative answers and I did get mad when I got his technique to questions like, "Who will you sit with if Trisha, Amala and Nayan or on the same plane you are in?" He would tell something like, "with Trisha sitting opposite and Nayan near mw and Amala sitting on my lap." I mean, (Explicit language Abbreviated) WTF bro??

Sometimes, the poem page is a feel-good page to read. But what I don't understand is that how some users are so addicted to it even after reading this for like, years or so. Anyways, it is their wish to read or whatever. I can't interject that part. So, Kumudham, is a short-period enjoyable magazine. pretty awesome to a particular extent.

If you think Kungumam is the same as Kumutham and you say that Kungumam is way more better, better shoot yourself. Kungumam is a XEROX of Kumudham and the Editor knows it.

I had no idea of what I was going to write even when I clicked on the "New Post" on the blogger. I turned to my left and in our unused TV table, in the lower rack, lay a Kumudham edition that I recently bought to read it on a bus with Tulsi Nayar's (Heroine of Kadal) picture on the cover. And that clicked and here I sit boring you with something that you never expected that this would be.


Thanks for bearing with my words.

This is Guhan, signing off, Take Care, Buh-bye!!