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St Valentine’s much caricatured bearded face can’t be even remotely related to romance. The legend, fact or fiction, however, has stuck. He has inspired alike vigilantes, voyeurs and the virtuous.

I don’t tire of comparing onions and unions, both of which bring tears to our eyes when cut up. But while onions, as philosophers and poets aver, yield sheer emptiness when peeled to the end, unions somehow have escaped this treatment given to their tear-jerking comrade – namely onion.

The latest issue of TIME is awash with worry and woe from top tech wizards over the ‘social media monster’ they had unleashed in all ‘good faith’. The belated crocodile tears are not just out of guilt but also owing to shameful helplessness in not being able to bottle the genie. Profits in pocket, pride is now bleeding.

I don’t want to talk about MGR as a CM, a subject that deserves a thorough and ‘critical’ study. Rather, today’s topic is what made MGR the CM: songs.

Blessed are those born in TN, particularly if they happen to be government employees. Gifted are those who hold ration cards of all colours and lucky are those who hold ration cards of some HC-ordained colours.

TV news channel viewers who, if lucky to hear something from amidst the din of the tube, would not have missed the subtle shift in the debates in the last few years. I am not referring to the nature of the debate, which remains the same: Noisy and incomprehensible.

I have set my goal for 2019: freedom, liberation. I have used these terms interchangeably though they are not the same. Liberation represents a loftier ideal but compressing it to my convenience comes under, well, press freedom. Yes, I just want to be free.

The most disturbing aspect about bankers is the sinister timing of their agitations. A close study of the ‘strike-holiday-weekend’ trend will prove this point. Normally, it used to be Pongal time. But, this year, the bankers have chosen Christmas, not of course precluding the Pongal possibility.

And then pops up this viral video of a famished food delivery ‘boy’ of an online company, gorging on, well, food, en route, to the delivery destination. This certainly offers some delicious food for thought, more palatable than the stale poll meals that have given an indigestion to politicos, pundits and people alike.