Definitely the heights!!

A friend showed me this. It was a shared picture on Facebook! The heights I must say...

P.S: I am off from my laptop till I am done with my exams. Trust me I have not studied anything thanks to blogger and my new addiction to Twitter :(!!! I am so glad Amma does not read my posts frequently :P!! Tada

I say NO...

I dreamt of living. I dreamt of loving and being loved, by my mother, father and elder brother. I was sure my mother would be my best friend, in spite of the hundered thousand friends I would make at school and college. I was positive my father would be my man, till my last breath, in spite of having a boyfriend at college and a husband later on. I was dead sure my brother would take care of me, like I was a part of him. I was, wasn’t I?

It was few days back that my mother and father showed each other how much they loved each other. They held hands, kissed each other, caressed each other and woke up the next morning to a bright, sunny morning. My father, in spite of the slow and caring movements the night before, was in a hurry to get to work. And my mother, still on bed just looked at him with the same loving eyes with which she had looked at my father the night before.

Days passed by, and one fine morning my mother was not feeling well. She felt dizzy and sick, and ran to the bathroom. She had the doubts, but she wanted to be sure and surprise my father once she was certain. She met the doctor, the same doctor who had told her about my brother for the first time. My mother was thrilled beyond words. She ran home, to an empty home, to make it the happiest home with the glad news once it was full. My brother came back from school, and was surprised when my mother let him go out to play in spite of not completing the homework. After all, she was too busy waiting to announce my arrival. My dad came home, a little bit early. May be God had had enough of making my mother wait. At the dinner table, Papa asked Mother how the day was. She said she was not feeling well in the morning and had to go to the doctor. My father, shocked, dropped his fork and went to her side covering her in his shoulders and asked her if everything was ok and why she hadn’t told him earlier. She looked at him, and then to my brother, and then to the only empty chair around the table and announced, “I guess the fourth chair is going to be occupied soon”! My father looked at her with wide open eyes and my brother ran to hug her. I guess my brother understood it a lot faster than Papa himself!

Since the doctor knew Mother and Father earlier, they had asked for my gender, so that they could think of names. And the happy doctor pronounced it to be a girl! My parents came back home, happy, only to be told brainwashed by my Grandmother to abort the baby, since it was a girl. My mother was devastated and heart-broken, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Father tried to convince Granny and tell her that I would be the sweetest baby, be it a girl or boy. But those too fell on to deaf ears.  

And then, they killed me!

I dreamt of living. I dreamt of loving and being loved, by my mother, father and elder brother. I was sure my mother would be my best friend, in spite of the hundered thousand friends I would make at school and college. I was positive my father would be my man, till my last breath, in spite of having a boyfriend at college and a husband later on. I was dead sure my brother would take care of me, like I was a part of him. But they remain to be just dreams!

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This baby had an urge to live and face the obstacles of life with the help of her family. But her Granny put them all to rest in a minute. Female feticide still prevails in several parts of India, and it is high time it is stopped. Everyone has the right to live and we have no right to go against this right!

A remembrance, an opinion and a question

In another few hours, it would be the 26^th of November. It would have been a normal day, had it not been for an alarming shocking terror attack that struck Mumbai, the most happening city in India, three years back.

 I completely remember that day. Well I remember the evening of 26^th November, 2008 at least. It had been a normal day, evening, until the television was filled with breaking news’ about a terror attack that hit three very prominent spots at Mumbai. I sat there glued to the television, the entire night and a little bit of the next morning as well. Life for me in Kerala, far away from Mumbai was fine and peaceful, but I could feel the pain and agony the people felt. At least through the television. It would be a completely wrong statement if I said I knew how those people felt. Because, I didn't. And I don't think anyone, other than a person who went through that trauma, have the right to say that either!

I don’t really know if the media covered the incident with the dignity and ethics it had to. Now, being a journalism student, the confusion has boosted up a lot more. There is the ever-ending competition of who would get the newest news and publish it on air, and then there are the feelings of the victims and family members. But yes, I strongly disagree to the way they showed every single movement of the NSG’s, spoiling their plans and providing complete information to the terrorists about their movements. And you journalist, what exactly do you mean by asking a victim or a rescued person, “How do you feel?”!!! Dude they would feel the same way you would feel if you were rescued from a scene where you were stuck with two or three terrorists beside you, sticking their revolvers at your heads and threatening to shoot at the next breath you take in!

The picture talks for itself

And well, Kasab my dear! You would be praying and thanking God that you were captured hostage in India, and no other place. Because, trust me, if it had been any, and I mean ANY other place that you had shown this atrocity, you would be deep down the Earth in a really small, stinking coffin, bearing all the weight of the men walking above you. Even the children of India want you dead! I really don’t understand what the Indian Government mean by spending thousands of money on the provisions and security provided to Kasab! I mean, seriously isn’t there a limit to everything?

Do we really have to tolerate all of this?

OMG...Why This Kolaveri!!

Cow…cow..holy cow…. Love….love….oh my love… she happy how…handle glass…glasslu scoth…

I am sure these are the words on almost everyone’s mouth, including mine. I am in love with the lyrics and the way Dhanush has sung it. And not to mention the music composer :P! It completely sounds like how a drunkard would sing when he is at his maximum possible level!

But I wonder how my dad would react if I made him listen to this song. I am quite-95% sure he would show me the way to the door, mad-stricken at the level to which his daughter has gone down to regarding music. A few of us were listening to the song in class and one of my friends said, “I don’t know what is there so much in this song to grab every single person. I can’t believe the level to which music has gone down to.” Everyone, including me, gave her a weird-girl look, but when I thought about it later, I completely agreed to it.

I was never really a great fan of ‘Jai Ho’, and believed AR Rahman had created a lot many other wonderful songs which could have reached the Oscars instead of that song. But who would want my opinion, so forget that. I wonder where all the ‘Tumse Milkar Aisa Laga’, ‘Pyar kiya toh Darna Kya’, ‘Pehla Nasha’, ‘Aaj Jaane Ki Zid Na Karo’, has gone to.

Seriously releases us from consciousness

But I still love the song and would still perhaps continue to listen to the song!

She....

She could be young, or way too old,
She could be short, or a bit too tall,
She could be fat, or a *whistling* size zero,
She could be wise, or strong,
She could be caring, or a way bit too loving,
She could be emotional, or a bait to your sympathy,
She could be beautiful, or a bit too beautiful,
She could be anything, but she is still a woman.
And all she expects in return is a little bit of love, care and respect.
Is that asking for too much?
I really don't think so!

A Thought from the past

She clenched the letter with all of the strength she had. She read and re-read the words in the letter, inscribed by the love of her life. An unexpected sadness engulfed her, while the letter was meant to enlighten everything within her. There was a black out and her past became her present.

She was playing with her best friend, Sarah. Life seemed to be perfect, with a perfect family and a perfect school with the perfect teachers and friends. She was known to everyone, and loved too. Sadness was a rare visitor, only to be rushed away by the love from her parents. A mother, who loved her no matter what and stood by her in times of sorrow and happiness and a father, who guided her through the right path with the innumerable opportunities waiting to be unlocked by her. She loved going to school as it was truly her second home. Everyone was jealous of her, of her abilities, of her success in academics as well as extra activities. Boys meant nothing to her other than mere contemporaries in this strange yet beautiful life.

She never really believed in the saying, ‘nothing stays forever’ until then, since things definitely changed. As the location changed, so did her feelings towards life, relationships as well as boys. Maybe it was all part of the ‘age’, but she was not happy with the change. She felt a numbness that seemed to have been a part of her. She tried overcoming the sentiments, but it wouldn’t leave her side. She never really realized when she started having emotions to the opposite sex in a ‘wrong’ way. Yes, she considered them wrong, but she couldn’t help it. She tried running away from it, but it became a dreaded nightmare following every night’s sleep. When one left, the other would show up. She tried shooing them away, but they seemed to be stubborn dogs all set to bite away the life out her life. Happiness now seemed to be the rare visitor. But life had taught her so many bad and evil lessons that she forgot what true happiness meant. She forgot how to smile, how to laugh and how to live life.

Until, he kissed her on her cheeks. She looked at his eyes. She could see what true love meant. She could see she looked beautiful in those eyes, she could see the respect he had for her. She could see what true happiness meant when he smiled that sweet and caring smile of his. That smile, which always wiped out the worry from her heart. He bent on one knee, looked at her eyes immersed in her thoughts, smiled at uttered those beautiful words,

“On this birthday of yours, I would like you to give me a gift. Would you do me the greatest honour and be my wife for the rest of our lives, till our last breath?” The same words as was written on the letter.

And then, just in a wink life turned back to normal. Her past was long gone and her present was all that  mattered. 

You have made my day!!!

I was sitting in this boring boring class, when I was thanking God my  friend brought my laptop!! So I thought I would go through my blog, because I couldn't go through it the whole of yesterday, thanks to my report writing and fever!! So I was browsing and reading through my fellow bloggers' blog, when I went through this article!! And guess what!!


I GOT MY FIRST EVER BLOG AWARD!!

Thank you so very much Serendipity!! It truly means a lot to get an award from you!! And yes, I will keep with my header for some more time :) :) :) :) :)!!!

P.S: The 'H' is something everyone misses out on :)

Women are... A Realization

Everyone says women are pretty, beautiful, caring, loving, hard working, pleasant and what not. I agree. Completely. But from yesterday I would add a few more adjectives to the gender women. They would be selfish, self-centered and stubborn. Well, not all, but definitely a lot many of them. I am proud to be born a woman, rather than be one of those men who find nothing else better to do than stare at women with wide mouths from when they get to know the difference between men and women till they lie breathless under the ground. Or maybe, even then. I don’t know. I would do anything to empower and bring up women, and keep them at par as men. But, I was a very irritated disappointed and angry woman yesterday.

I was travelling back home from hostel for a gap of two days. I was planning to bunk a day off, but thanks to the All India Bandh, I have to cancel that! I really don’t understand what pleasure everyone gets in troubling the normal routine of individuals by calling a complete strike-out! Anyway back to what I actually wanted to convey through this post. So yes, I was travelling. And as always I was travelling in the ladies compartment. My parents and grandparents ask me not to travel in the ladies coupe, thanks to the Soumya murder case (those who do not know what the case is about, please Google it. I am sure you would get tones of controversies). But I find it the most comfortable place to travel in.

It was very crowded. In fact it was shit crowded. It usually isn’t that crowded, not in the ladies coupe at least. So there was this lady, middle aged, with a baby. Why exactly do people travel in such crowded trains with a small baby? Would it hurt to reach their home one day later, even at the cost of squeezing your little ‘kannan’ in between tens and thousands of people? So, I guess you people could imagine the roar coming out from that baby’s throat. ‘The Lady’ tried feeding the baby, but it didn’t really work. So, she called up her husband who was in one of the other compartments and informed him about the baby crying. Is a baby crying something new? Especially in a hell crowded train? And guess what, the husband and father of the roaring cub decide to do? Come along to the ladies compartment and caress the baby at the next station!

Thankfully, there was a Sane Lady with a little courage and dignity, and asked the husband to move on to the next compartment since that was a ladies compartment, which meant it was to be occupied only and ONLY by ladies! There was a small argument but he ultimately agreed to it and carried the baby along. And guess what ‘The Lady’ did. She started crying!! I have no bloody idea why she was crying. But she was. And there came along ‘The Rescue Lady’ who was the sister of the husband! God knows where she was when the baby was crying his heart out!! Here is a gist of the conversation.

The Rescue Lady to The Sane Lady: What did you tell her? (pointing to The Lady)

The Sane Lady: I asked her husband to get down from the ladies compartment and move on to one of the other compartments.

The Lady (still tears rolling down her eyes): Didn’t you see a crying baby out here? He had come only to look after him.

The Sane Lady: If that was the case the entire family can go to the general compartment. This is a ladies compartment and no gents are allowed.

The Rescue Lady: That man is this (The Lady) girl’s husband and my brother. He will not touch anyone. What would happen if the baby died? Like, seriously lady what were you thinking about!

The Sane Lady: I don’t want to know any of that. This is a ladies compartment, and no gents can come. If one person comes, for be whatever reason, other gents will come and ask us, “If he can get in, why can’t we”. What answer do you want us to tell them? If you want your husband to get into a ladies compartment, then what is the difference between a ladies and general compartment?

And so there was a huge debate on what is right and what is wrong! The conclusion I came to is that women would say any NON-SENSE to prove themselves right and would do anything that would favour them. I am sure these same women would oppose if some other man had gotten in! But there are some sane people out here too :P!

There is no use of women fighting for empowerment and equality, when there are specimens like these among us. Stand for the right, no matter what it is. Forget about the consequences, you can at least sleep peacefully at night!

Everyone loves Saturdays, But I don't

I hate Saturdays!! Yes, I do.. Actually I hate only working Saturdays. You want to know why? Because, we get to wear colour dress and I am always, forever and at all times blank at what to wear. I have got so used to wearing my uniform to college that Friday evenings are a nightmare because I just cannot decide on what to wear. Worse is when we can wear nothing but salwars!! Even worse is when the current goes off in the morning in between putting my ‘make up’!! Thankfully I have super awesome friends who help me choose what to wear, though 99% times I am never happy.

But I am happy about tomorrow. Because I get to go home. My sister has come from Dubai, with the best gift she has ever given me. The man of my life, my baby, my sweetheart, my nephew!! Can’t wait!!!!

A World of a difference within a horizon...

India is divided into four parts North, South, West and East. The Northern, Southern and Western parts of India are known to all. We have Delhi to the North, Kerala to the South and Mumbai to the West.

Ok fine, enough with the drama, drama queen! I had this article to do on a few North Eastern girls at college. And I was so pleasantly shocked and thrilled talking to them that I have been going around telling everyone possible about my new friends! So how could I miss out on my own little personal space!

So did you know that the traditional custom of ‘arranged’ marriages is nearly unknown invisible in these places? Yes, they have only love marriages, where the girl herself chooses the groom by herself, and the parents accept after going through the routinely ‘check-up’! I know love marriages are being widely accepted in India now, but not much in Southern India, and definitely not at my home L!! So anyway, they do not have the caste as a taboo as well. Though there are the upper and lower castes, it is not a criteria during marriage or otherwise. It would be a lot peaceful and calm if this practice was practiced in several parts of India, especially in the interior parts.

Also, they claimed that women are most respected in their place. They follow the matriarchal pattern, where they carry on the name of the mother’s family! Also, a man sitting in a public vehicle would get up to offer his seat to a standing young girl! Imagine seeing that somewhere else. Especially in Tamil Nadu. Once, two of my friends and me were travelling by bus. There were two middle aged men sitting in the ladies seat, in spite of there being seats behind. We asked them ‘IF’ they could get up and sit in those seats, and they gave us such a dirty stare like as if we asked them if they would accompany us to our bedroom! That’s not all… The conductor, the hero God, comes in and tells ladies and gents seats are only at the bus stand and not when we get into the bus in between. Then, why the hell do they waste stickers in sticking ladies, handicapped etc etc??!!

So anyway, this culture follows the we-will-respect-women policy, and the youngest daughter of the family also continues staying in the same home after marriage. I wonder how many of the boys would not mind staying in their wives family home even after marriage. They have just two seasons-summer and winter. Winter includes snow and summer involves rain! The rest of India has just three climates-hot, hotter and hottest!!

Oh, you wouldn’t have to miss on your non vegetarian meal once you are here, because the natives have a pure non vegetarian meal three times a day!! And in spite of all this, are blessed with a slim body *jealous*!! Their meal includes mostly onion, garlic and ginger and are favourites of the hot spicy chilly.

These girls have come all the way from their home to this college, at Coimbatore, solely to experience a new culture and society, and would love to develop on their country. Imagine, the modern youth who are busy aping the Western culture going around with the aim of developing on their own state, leave alone country!

No one really bothers about the Seven Sister States, but we have so much to learn from them. It is high time we stopped looking at the Europeans, Americans and Australians, when we have such cultured and deep-rooted people and traditions in our very own country!

Relieved....

Yes I had a little bit of time. Or rather I made myself a promise that I would do something to make my blog a lot more better and active!! So here it is..!!My new look.. This would have been IMPOSSIBLE without my parents help.. So thank you Amma and Acha... Love you both :) :*

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Irritated, Loaded, Pressurized....

I have been so much loaded with work for the past few weeks, that I don't have time to write a single post on my blog!! I have so many topics to writ on, but I don't want to because I know I wouldn't do justice to them (not that I am a great writer)!!! I promise I will be back with an active blog as soon as I am free!!