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Thangachi’s Corner: Musings of a New Teacher

By Admin - March 11th, 2014

Thangachi’s Corner: Musings of a New Teacher

Updated every other Wednesday, “Thangachi’s Corner” is a bi-monthly feature that discusses relatable topics and issues relevant to the Canadian Tamil youth of today. For more information about this feature or to suggest a topic, feel free to e-mail us at!

Written By: Keerthana Raveendran

So in January, I finally transcended my perpetually unemployed status and scored my first grown-up job—as a Core French teacher at an elementary school. It was a pretty big deal, needless to say. And like all newbies, I took the post with excessive zeal, determined to excel and prove my worth in a profession that demanded experience when I had so little to offer.

I was as prepared as I ever could have been. I had already volunteered at the same school, so I was familiar with the environment. I had observed the original teacher’s strategies and witnessed successful instruction unfold before my eyes. I had even undertaken supervision of an extra-curricular activity to gain rapport with the students.

But though I knew when I started the gig that it wasn’t going to be easy, I didn’t expect the challenges I faced during that first month—the challenges that I still face today (and that I will probably face throughout my career). Every day is a learning experience and success is only experienced in small doses, after copious amounts of trial and error (emphasis on the error). Still, after two months, I’ve managed to extract a few golden morsels of wisdom:

Thangachi’s Corner: A Change of Pace

By Admin - February 25th, 2014

Thangachi’s Corner: A Change of Pace

February 26, 2014

Updated every other Wednesday, “Thangachi’s Corner” is a bi-monthly feature that discusses relatable topics and issues relevant to the Canadian Tamil youth of today. For more information about this feature or to suggest a topic, feel free to e-mail us at!

Written By: Keerthana Raveendran

I have always been a planner.

I know exactly how my day is going to look the second I wake up, right down to the minute details. I rely heavily on my agenda, and have the next two weeks planned out to the letter. I am forward-thinking when it comes to short term goals, and have a general sketch of the next year or so in the long term.

Needless to say, I am fairly organized. And being prepared certainly has its perks. I am almost always on top of things, I get tasks done in an orderly fashion, and I never miss deadlines. I’m hardly ever lost and I have back up plans for my back up plans—just in case.

But while preparedness comes with its perks, it has its downsides as well. While it helps to make plans and predictions, life is hardly ever that easy to plot down. Instead, it is a dynamic, spontaneous phenomenon, and the organized person will find themselves at a complete loss when plans suddenly change.

Speaking for myself, the planner is someone who wants complete control over their surrounding environment–an impossible feat in its own definition. I often find myself making plans to which I grow attached, and feeling frustrated when unforeseen circumstances intervene.

A bit silly? Perhaps. But this a rather difficult statement to digest for those who spend almost all of their time living a few hours ahead of everyone else: A little spontaneity doesn’t hurt anyone. Rephrased—live in the moment.

Folks who are more spontaneous tend to be carefree. They are less stressed and are more inclined to enjoy life than their higher-strung counterparts.

The key, perhaps, is to find a compromise between the two extremes, a sort of balance. While I couldn’t possibly condone a life of spontaneity with my carefully conditioned, planning behaviour patterns, it is probably a right step in the direction to retreat from plans once in a while and play it by ear. And while it’s okay to have guidelines planned out, a day of impulse will only serve as very welcomed spice in an otherwise bland dish.

A change of pace, if you will.

Thoondal:”Just took my shoes off, ma’am!”

By Admin - February 19th, 2014

Thoondal:"Just took my shoes off, ma'am!"

Written By: Shayanika Suresh

Studying for exams, I often find myself stuck in various coffee shops and libraries for hours at a time. On one such studious occasion, as I was so busily cramming away, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder and I turned to see a face peering at me through large, round glasses. She had a frown on her face, and as she was formulating sentences, I was hastily trying to figure out what I had done wrong, so that I could excuse myself with a simple apology. Unable to find the cause for trouble, I turned to concentrate on what she was saying, “You have to have your shoes on at all times”, I heard her whisper. It took me a few seconds to fully understand what she had just said to me. I had taken off my boots and was sitting cross-legged on the wooden chair. “Yes, yes of course, sorry”, I muttered. She moved on, and I quickly slipped my boots on. The older woman sharing the table with me looked at me in disbelief. “Did she seriously just say that?”, she whispered. I smiled and nodded and turned my focus on the books before me. But I couldn’t help but wonder what the rationale behind such a rule could be. A way to avoid the smell of sweaty socks and feet, maybe? On my way home, I stopped in front of a framed document near the elevators which featured the Rules for Conduct of the library in extremely small font. I wanted to see for myself, if that was indeed a written rule. Sure enough, the rule was there. “All footwear and clothing must be kept on at all times”. If only the document also had an explanation for the rule.

On a more serious note, please do not take your shoes off at the library. A rule is a rule, and I wouldn’t encourage you to break the law.

CTYA’s Blog has started a new feature every Thursday called ‘Thoondal’, meaning inspiration, stimulation, or inducement. Through these weekly features, the author hopes to inspire you, stimulate your senses and induce you to think deeply about the topics she addresses and finally, to use those thoughts to inspire many more wonderful youth like you.

About the Author:

Shayanika Suresh is a Law Graduate currently working on establishing her legal career. She is also a passionate writer and has self-published a collection of short stories, “Lips no longer sealed”. Shayanika’s passion to raise awareness of various social issues that affect individuals and society as a whole is evident in her work, leaving a message for the reader to take home.

Staying in Shape

By Admin - February 12th, 2014

Staying in Shape

February 12, 2014

Thangachi’s Corner: Staying in Shape

Updated every other Wednesday, “Thangachi’s Corner” is a bi-monthly feature that discusses relatable topics and issues relevant to the Canadian Tamil youth of today. For more information about this feature or to suggest a topic, feel free to e-mail us at!

Written By: Keerthana Raveendran

There are some of us who work a strict exercise regimen. We schedule daily workouts in between school or work and feel energized all day long. We are constantly eating healthy foods as a result and feel antsy when we’re not able to get our daily fix of an elevated heart rate.
There are some of us who are fairly conscious of the importance of an active way of life. We don’t quite get in a daily workout, but we go on regular runs, or engage in the occasional visit to the gym. Perhaps there are phases in our lives in which we are particularly devoted to exercise, but we always end up settling into a moderate cycle of physical activity.

And then there are some of us who wait until the Olympics hit every few years before we realize that we’re totally out of shape.

Yep. Enough said.

Active exercise, on top of a nutritious diet is a vital part of a healthy lifestyle. While we become accustomed to attending Phys. Ed classes as children during elementary school, it becomes harder to maintain the same level of activity once we reach adulthood. After all, other priorities always seem to interfere. Still, it’s imperative to maintain regular sessions of exercise throughout the week, and this can be accomplished in a variety of different ways:

1) A regular trip to the gym. Get yourself a subscription to your local gym. It costs an arm and a foot, so take the fact that your wallet is getting significantly lighter as motivation to put the subscription to good use by working out regularly. Professional gyms are stocked with great exercise equipment that you may not have at home, and if it’s any incentive, some of the treadmills may be connected to televisions—hello, multitasking.

2) The use of workout videos. Not all of us can afford a regular subscription to the gym. We may neither have the funds, the time or the regular means of transportation, so regular trips to the gym are rather impractical. No fear, welcome to the age of Internet—workout videos can be readily found online. Whether you choose to follow a Beachbody program such as Insanity or P90x, or my favourite, Fitness Blender, workout videos provide a means to learn new workout techniques within the home.

3) An enrollment in fitness classes. Perhaps you are not the sort of person who can work out alone. Studies show that people are more likely to stay physically active when they share workout goals with another individual. In this light, it may be beneficial to enroll in fitness classes. This can be of a various sort—dance, pilates, yoga, or even a form of martial arts. The goal then becomes to not only maintain a healthy, physical lifestyle, but to do so while learning a new skill—two birds with one stone!

4) Participation in sports. Sports are a great way to stay active. Not only are they played in groups, but they engage a ton of muscle groups and are a fun way to increase the heart rate. You can either get a couple of friends together and set up regular games, or join a community center’s sports team and meet new people in the process. Either way, it’s a sneaky way of getting in your regular bout of physical activity!

5) A regular jog routine. Perhaps you are a solitary exerciser. If that’s the case, a daily jog may be just the thing for you. You can go for a morning run or an evening one, but fill up a light water bottle, plug in your headphones and just get going. Solitary jogs can be relaxing if you run at the right time and place—they’re a great opportunity to work through problems in your head and serve to loosen up the muscles before or after a tough day. If you feel you need a goal to work towards, you can even train yourself for a marathon!

While not many of us are going to end up at the Olympics, we can all benefit from physical activity in our daily schedules. Coupled with a healthy diet, exercise serves to control weight, combat health conditions and diseases, improve mood, boost energy, and promote better sleep.

And while you may feel lazy before a workout and come up with a gazillion reasons not to exercise, you are almost guaranteed to feel accomplished and pleased with yourself afterward.

Thank you, endorphins.
About the Author:

Keerthana Raveendran, known by her flock as Thangachi, is an aspiring author whose motivation to write usually kicks in when she’s supposed to be occupied elsewhere. She is an avid procrastinator who sees potential novel ideas as movies in her head. Maybe one of these days they’ll make it onto the page. Thangachi is currently a Masters student studying English at York University.

Violence Within Our Tamil Youth

By Admin - February 2nd, 2014

Violence Within Our Tamil Youth

Written By: Ran Cakes

Last week, the McMaster TSA held a formal which was the spark of conversation for days after the event- all for the wrong reasons. I was unable to attend due to other priorities. According to the rumours however, after consumption of too many cups of “ginger ale”, the party became more violent than expected in that people started to harm one another. After the event, the McMaster TSA president posted this response on her Facebook page: “…And at first I thought I was disappointed because something MAC TSA execs and directors put so much hard work into was washing down the drain because of idiots that cannot control their feelings with alcohol in their system. BUT THEN I realized I’m more disappointed in the fact that OUR TAMILS CANNOT GET ALONG FOR MORE THAN 5 HOURS!?…”

It’s important to note, however, that this was not the first case of violence after overconsumption at a TSA event. I’ve heard of a case at another formal where a girl had to been carried out for obnoxious behaviour after having a bit too much to drink. Peers who have attended many TSA formals say that this happens a lot, so much so that it’s become the norm. I know of people who refuse to attend formals anymore due to fear of the violence. All this comes down to the question – why have our Tamil youth become so violent?

I’m not trying to make a general statement; I obviously know that not every young individual has a tendency to flip tables when they’re mad.

At the same time, I’ve been to many diverse formals, ranging from Chinese Student Association (CSA) formals, Afrofest (African formal) and formals from different faculties such as nursing formals. I can boldly say that never have I ever encountered such behaviour at any of the aforementioned events. But then again, I could just be at the wrong events.

Considering how the only people allowed access to these events are university students, it’s safe to assume that most of us belong to the same age group and have obtained a certain degree of education. Apparently though, education means nothing when your ‘boy’ needs ‘backup’. It’s embarrassing that these things have to happen especially after all the endless amount of work that is put into these events.

So we come back to the question, why do these fights start up in the first place? Is it the alcohol getting to our head? Maybe people are just trying to mimic something they’ve seen elsewhere. Or is it something we grew up with?

Could it be the endless amounts of Tamil movies we’ve watched as kids? Honestly, when was the last Tamil movie you’ve watched that didn’t have the main hero, who is supposedly an angel, beat up 10 guys to save a girl from being harassed? There are other realistic ways to solve conflicts. Instead Tamil movies love any opportunity to raise a fist.

Another reason could be within our parents itself. Even though it’s joked about, our parents did actually threaten us with ‘puttu’ sticks growing up. We grew up thinking violence is a way to make people listen. We’ve seen our uncles go to parties, drink their brandy, and then fight with their brothers, and then not talk to them for a couple of years.

I remember a case when I was in middle school of a father running over his daughter and her boyfriend with a car because he didn’t approve of the relationship. Many people in the community were conflicted. Some supported the father, saying he was just disciplining. No, that’s not right. There are always better ways to discipline a child.

There could be other factors of course. These are just things from our childhood that could be the reason of their violent nature. It’s unfortunate that things like this must happen and ruin it for everyone else.

What can we do to control our youth at these events? It seems as if taking away alcohol won’t help.

All views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect’s views and opinions.

Thangachi’s Corner: Vanakkam—More Than Just a Word

By Admin - January 29th, 2014

Thangachi’s Corner: Vanakkam—More Than Just a Word

This post is part of the Tamil Heritage Month Initiative. Tamil Heritage Month seeks to celebrate Tamil heritage, culture, and history. Throughout this month and January, we will be providing you with educational material and poetry that seeks to help us celebrate and understand our culture, roots and heritage.

January 29, 2014

Updated every other Wednesday, “Thangachi’s Corner” is a bi-monthly feature that discusses relatable topics and issues relevant to the Canadian Tamil youth of today. For more information about this feature or to suggest a topic, feel free to e-mail us at!

Written By: Keerthana Raveendran

My Appappa doesn’t like the word, “Hi”.

It sounds a bit odd, to have a vendetta against a two-letter greeting word used commonly in the English language. But Appappa doesn’t believe in “Hi” because he subscribes to the use of a slightly longer, five-letter word deeply rooted into our Tamil culture.

And I don’t mean “Hello”.

Ever since I was young, my brothers and I were taught to greet fellow Tamil folk not with a hello and a handshake, but rather with Vanakkam and a very famous hand gesture in which palms meet in a salute. Vanakkam (five letters in its Tamil spelling) symbolically signifies a greeting from the soul.

While there are many different interpretations of the word and symbol, the most common one, and the one I grew up hearing, is that Vanakkam is a greeting between two souls, regardless of their status in life. The soul is viewed in a sacred manner, akin to God despite the age or character of its owner. While etymologically, the word Vanakkam stems from the root, “to bow”, referring to a respectful, reverent and worshipping gist, the greeting almost translates into a single phrase: “My soul bows to your soul”.

It’s actually rather lovely when you stop and think about it.

Vanakkam is a symbol of mutual respect between an adult and a child, between a rich person and a poor one, between a teacher and a student—it transcends man-made boundaries of classification to demand regard for every individual.

Living in an almost exclusively Anglophone society Canada, it is difficult for us to maintain our Tamil language in casual conversation. But being a single word, Vanakkam is a very manageable step in the right direction. It not only immediately identifies us as Tamil, but also serves as a link to our Tamil heritage.

So try not to hesitate in Tamil company—set aside your hello’s, bonjour’s and hola’s, put your palms together at your chest, and utter, as you greet one another, a warm and heartfelt:


Thamil : A True story

By Admin - January 28th, 2014

Thamil : A True story

Written By: Keera Ratnam

Drawing By: Abi Ratnam

Leaving your home country and coming to a new place is difficult. As immigrants we come to a foreign land hoping to live a better life, a life of opportunity and a chance to rebuild a better future. We come in hopes to create a family, and strengthen our culture. But it is not always that easy. Many of us are born in here, born in this land of opportunity and do not understand what it feels to be an immigrant. Many of us migrated when we were too young to remember our past. And many of us do not know of who we really are and how our families have came to this land, how our ancestors lived and what was the reason for us to leave our own land. Because many of us don’t realize what we have lost or forgotten about our identity and heritage and the true struggle that many of our people have gone through just to say who we are.

As an Eelam Tamil, the reason to leave and migrate was for protection. This was not just for life and survival but also for the protection and growth of an identity and race. When speaking the mother tongue was prohibited, the laws that were enforced restricted the growth of language causing the importance of identity became a concern. Many have left in search for new land, to start off fresh hoping to create a home in which they can allow their heritage to survive. Many fought long and hard, hoping for a new light to touch them, and bless them with a new state of peace. However, the struggle for identity was not that easy. Those who migrated had difficulty adapting to the new world, new life and preserving their culture. Those who stayed back lost their children, family and what they had reserved for many years. The many who migrated built new homes, new life but forgot to teach their children about their past and most importantly about the history of their ancestors.

In 2009, the standing of our people back home came to a collapse as the government and military turned its target to the Tamil civilians. The fight for rights and freedoms, turned in to a fight for survival. There was no place to hide, no one to trust and no place to go. The only solution was to flee the country. Flee to somewhere where the children wont get hurt, a place where there is food, and place where it is safe. I was one of the few that decided to leave. I lived in my country since birth, and so have my ancestors. I met my significant other in these very grounds and wedded him a year ago. I now have no choice but to leave. I had to, at least for my child that I bear with in me.

“Gowri”, said my husband. “Its time to leave.” We were boarding the MV SUN SEA, a cargo ship that carried almost 500 Eelam tamils. We were told that we would land somewhere safe, somewhere near by. Rubbing my stomach on top of my georgette saree, I looked down and closed my eyes and prayed. I whispered “ I pray to you God, I pray that on this trip as I pass the deeps waters, you will protect my child and let it live.” As tears rushed down my eyes, I felt the comfort of my husband. He wrapped his arms around me as I buried my head in his chest. At this moment, I began to cry harder. Pulling my face up, he looked down at me and wiped my tears. Kissing my forehead, he said, “Everything will be alright, I am here, we are in this together.”

Within two hours the ship was set to sail. It was crowded with teenagers, the elderly and families of four. There were about eight females who I noticed were pregnant. Everyone had there own sacks of clothes, not much but something to change into. Some had small pouches that had their ID cards, and a few photos of their loved ones. But almost everyone had one thing in common, the look of fear and doubt. They had the fear that they will not make it alive past the srilanka shores, and the doubt of how long this journey will take. I too was one of those people with the same doubt. After glancing around hoping to catch a familiar face I sat down beside my husband. It was too crowded to walk around, and I was too tired to try. Leaning back, I rested my head on his shoulders and fell asleep.

A month went by, and there was no sign of land. We were told that the boat would not land in India, it was not safe, not at this time. As the days went by, we grew hungry. Several of the children were weak and the elderly were gradually getting ill. Our throats were dry, no matter how much water we drank, and our faces were pale. We looked as if we were the walking dead, clinging on to the little life that was left in our bodies. What we have dreamed this trip to be was just a myth. We were traveling with Satan himself on our backs.

Weeks went by, and then two months. My stomach expanded and I could feel my child kicking inside. During my pregnancy, I was only happy the first 5 and a half months, and after that I boarded the ship. That’s when happiness turned into worries and the struggle to survive became my ultimate goal. As my child grew inside me, I grew hungry, the pain increased and I felt more homesick. The days that we were given food, my husband would feed me, and starve himself. He would save some of the biscuits and water for me, so that I eat well throughout the day. I was fortunate to have him there, alive and well, looking after me.

On my 8th month of pregnancy, we experienced heavy storms, winds and nasty waves. When it rained we huddled together in crowds, telling the little children to sit in our laps as we tried to keep warm. The young females who were on their periods, would sit in the corners. During this time, they would shiver. The grandmothers and grandfathers would take their sarees and extra sarams and tell the girls to wrap themselves with it. When it rained we would get soaked, and when a storm hit, we held on to each other with all our might. Each night we would pray. Despite who we were, whether or not we were related we promised each other that till we land on shore, we would hold on to each other.

There were several nights that I couldn’t sleep. I would watch over the children as they curled up in a circle holding onto their friends hands. Even though I was far away from home, away from the resting place of my parents, I found family. My family was my people, we did not care about each others castes, occupation, status and whether or not we were all the same religion. All we cared about was that we were Thamil. We understood each other by looking into each others eyes. We all went through the same struggle and wanted one thing for ourselves and for our children. We wanted freedom. The freedom that will allow us to preach our language freely and let our heritage grow. In this boat there was the elderly, the roots to my heritage, parents who were the foundation to a family and the children and youth who were the sprouts of tomorrow all locked up on one cargo ship struggling to be free.

After almost 3 months of travelling, we finally landed on the Vancouver shores. August 12th 2010, we landed on the coast of Vancouver, resting from our trip and awaiting to be accepted into a new place. Although we arrived to shore, we were still kept in the ship for investigations. The children and elderly were slowly taken out one by one. I was now hitting the peak of my Pregnancy. I was starting my 9th month and was ready to give birth within a few weeks.

September 23rd, a night that I would never forget. I was still in the ship, we were offered blankets and food, and were constantly checked on. That night I felt different. With chills up my spine I felt sick. I felt what seemed to be pain, but relief. On the morning of September 24th 2010, with little space with a little help from my family, I gave birth to a beautiful girl, my princess whom I carried for 9 months, across the deep waters to Canada. She was my daughter. With the help from my new my family that I made along this trip, I was able to deliver her and have her blessed by my people. They had named her Thamil. After all the struggles we all went through to come to this land, Thamil was the only thing that united us. Her name was symbolic, and she was the light to our struggle. Her name represented the very same Thamil that struggled to fight as an identity in my home country, the very same Thamil that classified the ethnic group whose lives were lost in mulivaikkal in the horrific massacre. Thamil was her name, forever beautiful and sweet. . It represented who she is, where she’s from and what her heritage was. She was a child who grew in the thorns of barbed wire and blossomed beautifully as delicate lotus in the shores of Vancouver. Wrapped in nothing less then the rags of her people, and surrounded by their love. She will grow and one day share her story, her birth and the reasons why she was born where she was. This will be apart of our history, and one day be a reason to search for our roots. Identity, heritage and language all play a role in bringing out a nation, group of people and a culture. It is what our ancestors fought for, and is apart of who we are.

The story above is true, based on the perspective of Gowri and how she had her child. She is now in Toronto living among us, happily with her family. Her courage and strength that she has displayed through out her struggles back home and on her trip, should encourage us to realize that we as the international tamil community should take our identity seriously. Not just as a way to identify ourselves, but also to teach our children why we have migrated, what we have lost, and most importantly why our language and heritage is so important.

A Cup of Greetings

By Admin - January 4th, 2014

A Cup of Greetings

Written By: Renishaki Kamal
One ring. One knock at the door.

My feet scurry down the steps to turn the knob and welcome the faces that have yet to lose their secrecy.
As the door opens, my face lights up as the reflection of those on the other side.
The door swings open and they all feel freed and welcomed in, in to a home that feels like their own.
“Come in, come in. It’s so wonderful to see you” as I lead the way to our living room with floral print sofas and a burnt burgundy coffee table.
My mother would turn to me as my father sits down, joining the guest as he continues to greet them. She gives me the signal. That eye blink, not a wink. It’s time for some chai because it’s always tea time and it’s the way to greet guests to our homes and hearts.
No matter the weather outside, it’s always an essential to sink in the sofas with some milk tea and side dish; oil drenched deliciousness! Chai, milk and sugar adds the sweetest touch to every conversation about others, others outside of our little circles but in the big circle we are apart of.
Who cares about the conversation, if the chai’s good the feelings at farewell will be left with a time noted for the next gathering.
Chai in the morning, chai in the afternoon. After a meal, before a goodnight. Why not?
If you ever come over, do come over, don’t worry about the chai, just bring good conversation!

This post is part of the Tamil Heritage Month Initiative. Tamil Heritage Month began in 2010 and seeks to celebrate Tamil heritage, culture, and history. Throughout this month and January, we will be providing you with educational material and poetry such as this that seeks to help us celebrate and understand our culture, roots and heritage.

Thangachi’s Corner: Your Dose of New Year’s Optimism

By Admin - January 1st, 2014

Thangachi’s Corner: Your Dose of New Year’s Optimism

Written By: Keerthana Raveendran


This is it, friends – the beginning of a brand new year. A fresh start, if you will.

Oftentimes, the New Year is an opportunity at a blank slate. We put aside our downfalls, our flaws and shortcomings in favour of forward thinking—this year is going to be so great. In the New Year, we tend to feel optimistic, contemplating all that we hope to accomplish in the months that follow, usually in the form of New Year’s Resolutions.

But in all of this forward thinking, we often forget to reminisce backward and think not only about how far we have already come in the past year, but also of the joys we may already find in our past.

So if only for just a little bit this New Year’s Day, let us employ the wonderful tool that is the Internet, and take a look back at the inspiring, heartwarming and downright fantastic things that go right in our world, especially since we, in our own chaotic lives, sometimes focus on those that go wrong. Surely enough, cyberspace has much to offer—take, for example:

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2004 December 26th Tsunami

By Admin - December 27th, 2013

2004 December 26th Tsunami

Written By: Silence

2004 December 26th
An earth quake measuring 9.1-9.3 Magnitude on the rector scale devastated South Asia, causing a catastrophic set of events.
230000 Dead,
Families left with nothing
To Fend for Themselves,
Changing, Lives across the world
The Tsunami sparked a worldwide humanitarian response; 14 billion dollars raised and pledged in a matter of weeks
Little did I know that this would be a pivotal moment in my life. I remember waking up, ready for a family Christmas party. Excited to see my family.
The phone rang.
Cancelled? Why? Tsunami? What do you mean Tsunami? Are you speaking about the AXE body spray?
Tsunami – A series of water waves caused by the displacement of a large volume of a body of water, generally an ocean or a large lake. Caused commonly by Earthquakes, etc

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