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The bloodsucking Yakshi

When I was a kid, April and May fell in the list of my favourite months. Not because it's going to rain and there would be mud all around, but those are the months my cousins would be here at our family house, in our hometown in Kerala. Those are the memories I would cherish forever. My grand-mother has 5 offsprings, 4 boys and a girl. My father is the second eldest of five. Then, he was the only one staying in Kerala and everyone else was in different parts of India, a Pan-India Family one could say. We were all present, it's like Parliament, shouting, laughing, scolding children, people everywhere, busy doing their chores. An outsider entering the home can still go unnoticed. Life was less complicated then. We were just ........just ourselves. Everyone you valued dearly is with you. It's like, the world has shrunken to a square block of bricks and mortar. Now it's all feel like a fairy-tale, one of the best things about joint-family. We are all tired of day's...

HOME

The flight touched down, sending a sudden jolt through my body. I looked outside through the aeroplane window, the view of lush trees and vast paddy field was refreshing. I was happy, delightful, kind of felt reborn. The Pilot applied the brakes, I can feel the inertia which made me throw forward in the seat even after the 500-tonne flying-giant came to a halt. Same thing happens with the life. At the end,  all those beautiful moments which we enjoyed would be the one which will give us a reason to keep on going even after our lives become stagnant. When you leave your hometown, it would acquire an amount of nostalgia to it. Since I am a grown man and it is childish to be home sick so...... I could only feel nostalgic. Home is where your stories are born and it will get wings by the experiences we accumulate through journeys and after being tired of flying around for a while, you will have to go back to the place where you feel cosy , where you...

A story with a Point

There are two types of Opinion, Direct and Indirect. Direct opinions are created by first-hand experiences and the latter is conceived from other's experiences. The effect, a first hand experience leaves on you is remarkable. Such was my experience with Delhi Police. I've always harbored a negative opinion against Delhi Police. Mainly due to the incidents reported in newspapers and like as I said earlier, from indirect opinions. And I tell u, this one incident changed all of that. I don't know whether you can look at this incident as an anecdotal evidence but it is. Today when I was in transit in metro, my pocket was picked near Chandni Chowk metro station. It was very crowded and was too late before I noticed. Thanks to the Prime Minister there wasn't much in my wallet. But I have my credit and debit cards in it. I blocked my cards right away, as a precaution. The guy who picked my pocket would have been disappointed and cursed me, such was the condition of my wa...

The Storyteller

"Those who tell the stories, rule the world”   - proverb She was fascinated by the story he was telling, she never t ook her eyes off of his face. There is a spark of curiosity and joy in her beautiful little black eyes. One can see the joy and pleasure of hearing the  story spreading from her little eyes to her beautiful face. She loves to hear bedtime stories. When her dad asks her, which one today? She always picks fantasy. She loves to hear about winged creatures t hat rule the sk ies , people who can fly and disappear, A ngels, talking trees and mountains etc. She always wants her dad to be the narrator . She likes his crisp and soothing voice. One day, he came home tired , a hectic day. He refused to tell the story and scolded her for being obstinate. That day she didn’t sleep and the whole night she wept which made her eyes swollen . After that incident, he never dared to say no to her. It was a long hectic day. The whole day went bad for him. He was ...

FUTURE lies in the PAST

Wherever I go I’ll always be a Keralite and that's who I will always be. The influence your hometown and its culture and customs emboss on you would be unmistakable in any crowd. From the time immemorial, we kept a bit of weirdness in the way we live, the beliefs and customs we cultivated and the ideologies we followed and the ideals we loved. This 600kms long shoreline of Arabian Sea have stories to tell dating back up to 3000 B.C. Microlithic artifacts as old as 3000-4000 B.C has been unearthed at sites near Calicut(Kozhikkode), northern Kerala. At that time we have been doing trading with Indus Valley people and the rest of the world. We were the Spice Capital of the world. When the time passed by, this small chunk of land spectated lots of changes. Buddhism came to Kerala around 260 B.C and it was there to stay for a long time. After that till 9-10 th   century A.D, Sangham literature and the great Sangham Poets influenced and inspired the soul and mind of people. At...

The One Percent Chance

The notion of Chance or Luck as most people would like to call it plays a big role in every one's life. What exactly is the importance of chance in our life? Some people plan everything in their life, or so they think. But still, the chances of that plan going haywire is big.  Consider if you love someone and want to tell her that. If you're just flirting then you wouldn't worry about it much. But otherwise, you will give it a thought from every possible angle.  What if she said "No"?  What if she cried?  What if she call the police?  What if she complained?  What if she humiliates you?, lots of possibilities run to your mind. Then suddenly you will realise that there is only one percent chance that she will say "yes" to you. And there is this whole 99 percent chance that she will deny you. Crap!, that's a whole lot of Chance against you.  This is the time of revelation for you that you have such a scientific analyst within you....

The Irony called Nationalism

Our sense of patriotism is weird and some what unpleasant. It’s not about the love for your country,rather about how hard you hate Pakistan. I would say we shouldn’t be patriotic instead we must be matriarchal since we call India, Mother. Politics is muddled with religion, casteism and racism. They have no principle. Patriotism is measured in hatred and not in Love. Nationalists have no sense of nationalism. Here, nation is equated with religion and religion poison everything it touches. In this 21 st century where religion should be a personal thing rather than a collective representation, people still lingers on the values and morals elaborated by the religion for a group of people, when people used to live as a closed unit with minimum contact with other groups. Everything is global, we are living in the age of globalisation. independenceday2016speech.blogspot Recently some lawyer in Karnataka state, hit the court with a sedition case against a film actress, who jus...