A realization, at the station

Staring at the chaos and tracks, alternatively, at the station, boredom had crept in quite well. I got bored looking at people running as fast as their legs could carry them, so that they don't miss their train. I got bored smiling at the babies, who smiled in return( a reaction I find only in small children). I guess even they got bored, because after some time they too turned their faces, probably to smile at someone a lot more beautiful. Or maybe not. Ahhh forget it. But, my eyes started staring at something that landed in front of me. It was staring at me, in return, with black round eyes, and a black body. A crow. A one legged crow.

It hopped from where it had landed to where I was sitting. Only because someone had thrown a piece of chips, by mistake, on the platform. It hopped and hopped, picked the chips piece and enjoyed its taste. Until it set eyes on another crumb of food, to which it hopped and grabbed it. The crow next to it, with two legs, could have been a bit more faster, as it stared at the one-legged crow munch on the food crumb with satisfaction. And then, it flew away. Probably to a better place with a lot more food to catch hold of. When I turned around to see if there were any other sights fascinating enough, I realized that almost every person around the cro was staring at it. In fact one lady also whispered to the lady next to her, "Athinu parakan puthimutaville?"(Won't it be difficult for it to fly). But it flew, despite the wide eyes from its surroundings, out shone itself by grabbing the last crumb, before the more physically able-d crow.

Imagine yourself in that condition, with a broken leg or hand.

I know several people, with injuries, who hesitate to go out and be a part of the crowd, just because he/she are scared people will stare. Imagine what would happen to this crow if it had thought the same. It had no other go but to roam around with that 'disability', so it did so. It overlooked the whisperings and staring from the members of his own species, and went on with life. It really got me thinking, how many of us have the courage to fight the world, in spite of all the negative feedbacks, discouragements and what not.

We definitely have a lot to learn from animals and nature. According to me, they live a more dignified life than us, social animals! 

Life's happy now!

There definitely is no place like home. Being back to my granny and favourite cousin, my heart is content now. Coming back on the day of my grandfather's 84th birthday, filling my stomach with the traditional sadya, seeing the happy faces of my grandparents, is just mind filling (and stomach filling as well :P).
With my parents far away in Muscat, and my sister and family in Dubai, the only person to 'represent' my family would be me. And boy, was I glad I could make it. Only to see my mutachan happy. My grandparents were my strength during the tough days at college. Since I didn't want to worry my parents, being so far away, the only person to whom I could tell all of my worries and problems at hostel and college was my grandmother ammumma. 
Just too happy and knew no other place to share my happiness. Let me go back to my fiction novel, and then my research assignment, and then have to finish off with my internship report! Oh My God!!!!!!

P.S1. Sadya is the traditional Mallu feast, served mainly during marriages. Since 84th is a huge step n a person's life, we wanted it to be grand :P! For more information on the feast, visit How to eat a Mallu Wedding-Sadhya: a step-by-step guide. A lovely post and a lovely blog.


P.S2. Mutachan is the Mallu way of calling one's mother's father. Love him. Obviously ammumma is his better half :P

P.S3. Miss amma(mother), achan(father), chech(sister), jeeju(brother-in-law) and kanna(my sweetheart, nephew).

Stepping the stones to Success

An old saying by Henrik Ibsen, considered as the father of the prose drama goes as, “A woman cannot be herself in the society of the present day, which is an exclusively masculine society, with laws framed by men and with a judicial system that judges feminine conduct from a masculine point of view.” Women of today’s era, however, are proving him wrong.


The Indian woman of present age, are walking the road less travelled, compelling their male equivalent to put in double the effort and strength to overtake them and reach the top. Their ability to juggle with family and professional lives and be an expert in multi-tasking creates awe among the men. Her excellent inter-personal and intra-personal skills and acceptance to admit her faults builds envy among her male equals. Be it P.K.Jayalakshmi, the youngest minister in Kerala, or Bachendri Pal, who wears the honour to be the first Indian woman to stand on top of the world, they have all put in that extra effort to stand above the men. The female foetus is crying for Andal Damodaran’s help to abolish female infanticide. She could be by the name Suparna Ganguli or Shirin Juwaley. She also could be the fitness and beauty conscious Vandana Luthra, who helped women bring back the life into their face.


Women have been looked down upon from time immemorial and the ritual continues. It is believed, and sadly accepted, that a woman’s world starts and ends with her family and does not deserve to enjoy the life she dreams of. On the roads, in trains and/or buses, cinema complexes, institutions, offices, why go any further, some women are ill-treated in their very own homes. They are not treated as equals, and are not provided with equal opportunities in any fields of education and employment. She is considered inferior to men, when in reality, she is a lot more capable and possesses potential to at least give a shot on the impossible.


According to the 2006, The Week Cover story, women are considered to be better leaders, when compared to men. In the same article, Padma Bandopadhyay, retired Air Marshal quotes “Our world begins with the family. While leading a team too, we adopt the same approach.” This very well proves the conclusion given by the magazine. It has to be accepted that every family runs smoothly and lovingly, only because of the sole reason for a woman. Her experience at home, with her husband and kids, moulds her to the whims and fancies of individuals. In an office, the members are collectively looked upon as a family, and this ship of individuals can be sailed a lot smoother with the help of a lady captain. The famous Bachendri Pal, the first Indian woman to climb Mount Everest said in a recent interview in CNN IBN that, during tough times she gathers strength from the moments when she had to climb the mountain. “If I can reach the top of the world, nothing is impossible,” she says. Shirin Juwaley, a burn victim by her very own husband, now fights with the help of her NGO Palash, and is out on the roads, helping other similar victims regain their self esteem and self confidence, to live life as a normal human being.

A lot many women have proved that impossible is nothing, as long as you put in your heart and soul into it your act. It takes a lot of determination and courage, for a woman to stand out, in a man dominated world. But as long as you are ready to input that extra effort to crack that egg in a special way, you would be the star, no matter what gender you belong to 

An Ode to Love

Love is never possessive, nor is it jealous.

It does not believe in boasting about, or in irritating their partner better half.

It neither believes in getting angry nor being rude.

It bears all pain and showers happiness for other’s happiness.

Love is neither blind, nor does it believe in everything.

It is never scared, but only of being alone.

It believes in trust and care.

It is neither selfish nor stubborn.

It walks on cloud nine and dreams in the day.

It begins in a wink and stays till the last breath.

Lonely to lovely to lonely...

Jennifer loved Jack with all her heart. She always had and will continue to till her last breath. Probably even after that. But there seems to be a gap between them. An empty barren hole, unexplained and uninvited. She cried through days and nights, hoping it would pass by. But it just grew, with things adding up. Maybe she loved him too much that she was imagining it. Maybe she was just too addicted to him that she was scared she would lose him. Or maybe not. She still loved him, and so did he. Then what happened?
He too loved her from the bottom of his heart, as he called her up one morning, and asked, "Can we meet up today in the evening?" She was longing for this one question, but maybe she loved him too much that she did not want to let go off her anger. Or maybe she just wanted him to know that she has been hurt very badly, and he owed her big time. Or maybe she was just craving for his love. But she agreed finally. They met at a hotel, both dressed in their worst. Praying for the best, and dreaming of the worst. She kept telling, or maybe reminding herself, that he loved her, no matter what. And no girl could grab him away from her. Now she knew why she had the new nightmares of being lonely.
They ordered the minimal food, just to keep the waiters away. She ignored his eyes, scared of tearing up her filled heart. He kept staring at her, lost in her gaze. He showed her his new 'friend's' photo in her phone. She felt it was the end of the world, and for the first time questioned his doing. He showed her another 'friend's' photo, and she asked him if they could leave. He caught her hand, as she stood up, looked at her eyes and said "I love you, and you mean everything to me". Tears rolled down her eyes. Maybe he couldn't see them, because he continued to dig out her thoughts from her eyes. He asked her if she wanted to go for a walk. She agreed. They walked, holding hands. She felt her heart back in place. Until, one of his friend called up asking him to be back home immediately.
After a million apologies, he left her in the cold, with only her teeth chattering. She walked back home, tears rolling down her cheeks. And this time she did not stop them. She let them flow, reminding herself he still loved her more than his life.

Why always the wrong? Why not the right?

College- a new beginning to life-a new phase-meeting new people-making friends, at least a few-a few of us will be away from home, counting on the people next to us to pamper us like our parents do-missing old friends, crying on the shoulders of the new ones for the same-bunking classes and sitting in the canteen chatting, for the entire day, about God alone knows what-finding your soul mate or probably the worst person you have ever met-fighting, and then making up for everything with a hug-having sleepless nights the day before celebrations, busy preparing for the occasion-busy dressing up the next day, with little or maybe no sleep at all---------.......
Isn't this what college is about? You fight, physically and verbally, but why the hatred? I am questioning the realizations I made today. At my college. In my classroom.

1) Boys will be boys. But is calling someone a loser, hiding behind a screen, and then acting like you have done a fantabolously great job what boys are made out of? *Sorry to all those 'real boys' out there. I really am*.

2) Boys and girls can never be of equal character. As long as boys treat girls like they are just pieces of meat, this world will never have an equal crowd. But can't girls stay together? Or atleast with what is right?

3) People will try head over heels to brain-wash you towards the wrong. But isn't there anything called consciousness to which you answer to at the end of the day when you lie down on your bed? Or do you carry your brain-washing there as well?

4) Boys will never accept their mistakes. Even if the entire world is against them they wouldn't agree that they were wrong. Or is it that they agree but do not have the guts to show it?

5) People would fall back to the feet of those who insulted you to the ultimate level, just to be in the 'gang'. But wouldn't it be so much better to stand alone than be with a group of people with no nerves to agree to the right stuff?

6) People who ask girls to solve their issues are not boys. But what are they?

7) Girls will always listen to boys. Even if the latter are at the negative side. Then what equality are you shouting your throats for?

8) People accuse others to start the entire issue. Why don't they actually go through the entire 'case-study' and then listen and follow what their hearts say, rather than what people around them say?

P.S: Or maybe I already knew all these. I have just started absorbing them. My mistake. I am sorry.