Tips to stay warm during the cold freeze

By Editor - January 6th, 2015

Tips to stay warm during the cold freeze

An extreme cold warning has been issued by Environment Canada for most of Southern Ontario with an incoming cold arctic air mass. Temperatures are expected to drop to -30 Celsius or below with wind chill on Wednesday. Make sure to be prepared to reduce your chances of getting frostbites or hypothermia! Here are some tips…



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Talk is Cheap by Anetes Anton

By Editor - January 6th, 2015

Talk is Cheap by Anetes Anton

Title: Talk is Cheap Written & Performed by: Anetes Anton Video & Editing by: Komeswaran Annalingam (Yugam Tamil Creation) This production was created by Tamil youth, support and encourage their talents by providing them with your feedback! You can find more of Anetes’ work  here.



Chronicles of a Tamil Freshman – Part 1

By Editor - January 5th, 2015

Chronicles of a Tamil Freshman – Part 1

With one swift strike, she hit the snooze button on her rusty Sony alarm clock and once again the room was silent. Her room was small with cream coloured walls, a twin bed, a wooden desk scattered with registration papers and to-do lists, a sliding closet opposite the bed, three labeled suitcases stacked in the corner, and a bulky Persian rug that gave the space a retirement-home feel.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the alarm jangled again. Tanya opened one eye and peeked at the clock. “Ten more minutes”, she mumbled, whacking the snooze button once more. She closed her eyes, and exhaled deeply. She had a big day ahead, and was in no hurry to let it begin. The comfort, however, was short-lived.

It was then, that she heard it.

“TANYA?!” her mom hollered from downstairs, wearing an old-fashioned, brightly coloured Tamil nightie.

Tanya knew how angry her mother became if, god forbid, her morning tea ran cold. Eyes wide, she channeled her inner Vijay and lunged out of bed. She showered, brushed her teeth and carried on with her usual morning routine. She brushed her short, wavy, black hair and clipped it back with one-too-many bobby pins. She slid open her closet and put on a red sweater and dark jeans that complemented her slender figure and olive skin tone. Feelings of fear and excitement welled up inside of her, as she knew she’d be moving into her college dorm room in just a few hours.



Happy New Year’s Day and Happy Birthday to Us!

By Admin - December 31st, 2014

Happy New Year’s Day and Happy Birthday to Us!

Happy New Year’s Day and Happy Birthday to Us!

Best wishes for 2015! On behalf of the Canadian Tamil Youth Alliance, we wish you much success and prosperity for the New Year. We’re also wishing our blog a Happy 5th Anniversary.

We would like to thank all our readers for your continued support, encouragement and comments. A special thanks to all our writers who’ve brought us thoughtful, educational, and interesting stories, poetry and articles. We could not have grown so much without you. Your work has continuously been a pleasure to read for all youth, and has tremendously opened our minds and educated us all.

CTYA’s Blog is a space for Tamil youth to share their ideas, opinions and comments with other Tamil youth. It’s a space youth to empower and educate other youth through their own writings, and is a reputable platform for youth to share their work. Over the years, many diverse youth have contributed to the Blog, and have helped shaped the richness of the Blog.

We look forward to bringing you another year of stories, poems, art, and articles, and invite you all to share and submit your work this year, questions or comments. Feel free to email us at blogs@ctya.org. You feedback and contributions are always welcome.

Happy New Year!



A Tribute to the Victims of the Tsunami, 2004

By Admin - December 26th, 2014

A Tribute to the Victims of the Tsunami, 2004

Written By: Kiruthika Thusyanthan

It started off as any usual morning would, post christmas
the sounds of chatter, laughter, foot steps, voices of children,
of wives, husbands, sisters, brothers,
of mothers, fathers, grandmothers, and grandfathers
all strung together melodically with the constant gush of the shorelines

There was never fear of the shorelines
nor was there fear over waters that fed
nor was there fear over nature that nurtured
nor was there fear over the land that embraced their walking and dancing

But on this day, the waters moved differently
there was an undetectable darkness that hung above them all
and many edged towards the darkness, curiosity driven
and watched departing waters, rise and fall

the waters did return, it sure did
but nobody expected it to return like this
waves taller than them, their homes, even coconut trees
the ocean racing towards them at unstoppable speed
unthinkably wide, mountain high, impossible to breathe
everything they stood on, soon to be buried underneath

The wave swallowed them whole
no mercy to their cries
robbing futures from the children
leaving death and panic in their eyes
these waters that they bathed in
bodies soothed in summer thirst
splashed around in play, how could it be so cursed
wounds are washed in water, to get rid of filth and dirt
but now it was the one causing all the pain and hurt

humans wrong the waters
this might be its revenge
but even it too proved heartless
feasting on the innocent
over 200,000 living sent to rest, futureless
didn’t spare a body
didn’t spare a home
took so much back with it
for some, it didn’t even spare a bone

Nobody to point fingers at, and nobody to blame
but the anger remains
and questions of why never fade
we shall always remember all that was lost
the people, living animals, the land they lived on
their voices still heard along the shorelines they come from
In remembering, we give them a future
it may not be the ones they dreamed of
but it’s one to remind, though water can steal bodies and lives
even nature can’t steal love

In remembering my love lies
In hopes that their souls rise
into rest, into peace
into ease, into sleep

RIP to all the families, stories, and memories that existed before Tsunami 2004



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