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Elementary School Shooting

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I rushed to the elementary school to find my son. I was worried sick since the moment I got the phone call. I was already crying because I had a horrible feeling in my gut. I got to the school and found my little baby boy weeping next to a police car. His teacher, who was also in tears, handed him over to me with a weak smile. I hugged him and showered him with kisses. I picked him up and got into my car. On our way home, I had a change of mind and went to his favourite Ice Cream shop. I bought him the biggest one that he had always cried for. I had never bought it for him before since I knew he wouldn't be able to finish it and he would have to throw it away. As I had guessed, he ate just a part of it and we threw away the rest. Then, I took him to the beach and let him go a little closer to the water as he wished. Then I took him home and watched cartoon with him all day long. For dinner, we had nuggets and fries. Before he went to bed, I gave him his Christmas presents- all of…

180 Characters And A Jail Pass

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The Indian cyber world has been going agog since the news of the arrest of IAC (India Against Corruption) activist Ravi Srinivasan on November 1st for posting a tweet against Karti Chidambaram, the son of finance minister P. Chidambaram has been released. Turns out there is a law that is against people publishing something online that is offensive that defames another person. If that was the case (and if the Indian government actually checked online) majority of the Indians would be behind the cold bars for the above said offense. I find this quite absurd and disturbing that a free country like India has an act that curbs the freedom of speech. I believe that a man should be free to voice his opinion with no distinction between whether the opinion is acceptable or not. If no negative opinions are to be released, people would suffer as there would be no one to react against the unscrupulous corrupt acts of the government.

Ravi Srinivasan has refused to apologize or take back his opinion.…

A Touch With Feminism

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Feminism had always fascinated me for I believe that I wouldn’t be able to sit here typying this out if it weren’t for the feminists that fought for gender equality years back. Recently, I came across something that brought out the feminist in me. Nothing much, but do read on.
I was on my way to my hostel after the weekend at home. I was at the railway station waiting to board the bus to medical college. The bus was so packed that there was barely any space left to breath. As I got on, I noticed that four men were sitting on the seats parallel to the driver’s seat. In India, those seats are usually reserved for women. In a country where the mightiest wins, this is a necessity. Just to confirm; I was new to being a residential Indian, I asked a woman standing at the tip on my nose whether those seats where reserved for women. She nodded in agreement as her hair went up my nose. I pushed forward and asked those men whether those seats were reserved for women. At first they didn’t seem b…

Freshers' Day- Part II (The Programme)

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Read Part I before you read Part II.
The programme started with a welcome speech and then the seniors took to the stage. They called a guy from my class and gave him the first task; to hold a mic and lip-sync with a song they were going to play. They played "Gangeeeeey", sung horrbily by some senior. The guy lip synced quite well and that put off the programme to a good start. Then a senior, AJ, as I would refer to him from now on, and another senior, a girl, got on stage for a dance... a love duet. It was a slow song and it went on beautifully. The couple swayed romantically along with the song. AJ looked quite bored. Maybe a little embarrassed. After the dance was nearly over, the couple walked off the stage, with a flower in their hand, swaying to the music. They approached to the freshers crowd extending the flower in their hand. AJ came towards me, and my friends started nudging me. Some idiots called out my name and I felt a blush peeping in. Our eyes met, he smiled an…

Freshers Day- Part I (My Marathon)

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Freshers' day is a day celebrated to welcome the first year students into the campus. It was a long wait for me and it finally took place yesterday. The programme was organized by the senior students of the english department. The B.com students had had their Freshers' day a week back and that had created quite the stir among the other students. We were informed at around 12:00 that they were giving us the party at 2:30 in the Chavara Hall. Anxiety and fear wreaked in the classroom. And thus, I begin the small story of excitement, fun and a bit of swearing. It was 1:30 and the French period had just started. Our old and retired French sir walked in and started his usual speech in broken English about 'vous avez' and 'nous avon' (lets hope that how it's spelt). All of a sudden I felt a pull in my stomach. I nearly screamed. It felt like a pac man was gnawing at the flesh of my stomach. I felt nauseated. My friend, Abhi, kept on calling me from behind to let m…

First Night- The Maniyara

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Before any of the 100s of people that are here just because of the first two words in the title get hyper-super-duper excited, let me clear your anticipation. This is a post about what happened BEFORE the maniyara... not during or after.

Yes, I grant you permission to leave.

At around 9 pm, the new couple had reached home from the groom's residence. My sister, the bride, ran off to take a shower and the groom was swept off in the crowd towards his maniyara; the room given to the new couple. My cousin brothers surrounded him and demanded to be given Rs. 8000 in order to be let into his room. He took all the tricks in his pocket and tried to shoo them away. But the boys had made up their mind. I popped up in between and demanded that the girls get a share of whatever being given to the boys. After a lot of talking and a lot blabbering, the groom and the guys shook hands on a deal of Rs. 5000 where the boys get Rs.3000 and the girls, Rs.2000. Fair, that's what I thought, since t…

Please Don't Sing!

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When I was in grade IV, I had just joined the school choir and was really excited to sing. The music teacher positioned himself next to the piano and motioned us to start singing. "When i'm down...", we began singing Raise me up by Westlife.

"Stop." The music teacher said. "Something is wrong. Some one is going off tune. Sing again from the beginning."

We began all over again, just to be stopped by him again.

"I can't understand who but someone is going totally wrong. I want you to sing individually."

Around 6 kids sang and then it was my turn. I just had to utter the first three words when he started laughing.  "You are the problem. Haha! I'm sorry. We can't include you in the choir." He said oh-so-rudely. My eyes welled up as I walked off stage with a broken dream of being a world famous singer.
I guess the teacher felt bad later on, because he called me to the side and consoled me. "It's just that your voice…

College: Day II

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My first strike =D. Not mine exactly. The KSU held a strike today so classes went on only for 15 minutes and we were let off. Since I had to pay off my first term fees, I went to the office. They made me wait for 2 hours; till all the students had paid their fees. That was the one reason what changed a lot of things. By the time I got out of the office, The college was nearly empty and all the girls had gone home. There were some boys in groups sitting here and there. 
As I walked towards the gate, I heard, "chu chu". My heart raced as i foresaw the future. "chu chu" it went again. I turned. 7 to 8 boys were sitting on the steps. "chu chu" was their way of calling me over. I went halfheartedly. I kept turning back to see if my saviour of a friend was anywhere to be seen. No such luck. 
"Are those sandals the new fashion?"

"Yeah it is." I lied. It has been around for a long time now.

"Is it new?"

I merely nodded.

"Don't …

College First Day

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After fourteen years of school life, my expectations of a college life were over the roof. It was a long wait and finally, today, my first day of college came along.

At 9:00 AM in the morning, I had already missed my bus and had come to college with dad. I stood there, outside the college gates and took it all in for one last time. This is it. The beginning. A deep breath and I was in. 

A senior guided me to my classroom. Four girls were seated, one in each bench. I went and sat next to the prettiest one in a multi coloured dress. We sparked a friendship on the spot. By each passing minute, more students walked in and before long, the class was half full with girls. Then walked in the boys. Five of them. My subject is B.A Functional English; not much demanded by the male crowd. We hoped more would come in later on. Sadly none more.

As we sat there, discussing what college would be like, a lady in blue and white walked it. Frankly, it was hate at first sight. She stood next to one of the…

Beauty: Not To Be Appreciated

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I hail from a very democratic country, India. But if you ask me, I would say that my household is anything but democratic. Freedom of speech is one main problem we all face; especially girls like me with a huge mouth. I can start talking and not cease till I feel satisfied. I am never rude and I make sure of that. I say what I think and don’t always think about whether the others like it or not. According to me, a fire in my mind is better put out than let burning. 

Recently, I was exaggerating the beauty of the houses, one my father’s and one his brother’s. The intention in my mind was to let them know how grateful I am for all their help and how magnificent their hard work was. Too bad that I did not know it would all strike me back one day. My mom pulled me in and spanked me with a lecture about how to keep my mouth shut. It turns out you aren’t supposed to speak about the beauty of things because if some day something happens to it, I would be blamed. They would say, “She had her e…

The 14 Year Old Boy

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As I embarked the last flight to India, I reminisced on all the flight experiences I’ve had as a child. A date popped into my mind and I knew that was by far the best flight memory I have had.

It was June 20th, 2006. It was the last day of school, but I had skipped it to catch my 4 hour long flight to Calicut, Kerala which was via Trivandrum, Kerala. The school was hosting a party and I was going to miss it. I was definitely mad. I sulked all the way to the airport. While waiting in the line to board the flight, I was nudged by a little girl who, you’ll come to know, made my day. This girl, well, she had a brother. I am a little lost on how I’ll explain this to you, because this guy was and still is the biggest crush I’ve ever had in my entire life. Maybe he liked me, maybe he didn’t, but that somehow didn’t matter. I felt like a geek fantasizing over the football quarter back. The girl told me that her family was also boarding the same flight. I was ecstatic.  No, that’s an understa…

Facebook, Until Death Do Us part

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The bride walks elegantly down the aisle, towards the man in a black tux. His eyes admire her for a moment and then his hand is impatiently tapping on his iPhone. He had just updated his status on Facebook. "My beautiful bride is walking down the aisle. Aren't I the luckiest man?!".

After the priest had said his speech and the couple had exchanged their vows, the priest spoke, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now change your relationship status." The couple returned to tapping their phone and changed their relationship status from 'Engaged' to 'Married'.



Sooner or later, this will be the scenario. Maybe, this has already happened. I was reading this online when my sister ran into the room. It seems her friend had updated her status, and it was worth hearing. She read it out loud for me and my mom to hear.

She said, "GOING TO THE LABOUR ROOM. Pray for me guys!".

After a fraction of a second of shock, we all burst out lau…

Funday Sunday

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I had recently gone for a volunteer event held by an organization in Abu dhabi. The event was specially held for the specially challenged children to just play and have fun. We, the volunteers were asked to help them out in times of difficulties. I had a lot of fun running around and playing soccer with those kids that were purely innocent. They were not afraid to speak their mind. And somehow, that made them superior to all the other "normal" people. They were truly special. 
One boy, I believe his name is "Gaiz", was the center of attention for quite some time. And her is why...


He was kicking a ball when suddenly, he placed his right palm on his chest and slowly sat down. For a fraction of a second, we all were silent. Ours eyes widened as we looked at each other. As soon as reality hit, all the volunteers ran towards him and crowded around him. We could see the pain in his face. His eyes were tightly shut and he was breathing heavily. two girls ran to get help.…

What's your story?

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“The universe is made of stories, not of atoms” ~ Muriel Rukeyser
Trains are my most cherished mode of transport. This is due to a variety of reasons including the freshness, companionship and speed of the mode. Last year, during my vacation in India, I happened to board a train to go to Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu. It was a 6 hours journey and thus we had chosen the sleeping compartment. This is not the normal metro train you see in this modern age. I am talking about century old trains running on steam engines (like the Hogwarts express).



I occupied the top bunk which was reserved for me earlier. After all the lights went out, everything fell into silence and all I could hear were the rustling of the train engine and the white noise of the wheels turning on the rails. As I started twisting and turning to get some sleep, I noticed some light emission on the opposite bunk. Since I wasn't getting any sleep, I turned to gawk at the person. It was dark and staring in the dark is licit. Th…

The Salt and Ice challenge

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I was surfing through videos on Youtube when I saw around 10 videos relating to a challenge called "The Salt and Ice challenge". Usually, all the cool things that people do involve resources that are unavailable for me. This one required only salt and ice.

Yes, I ran to the kitchen.

My sister gave me the crazy look when she saw the cheeky wide grin on my face. I was excited! I powdered my arm with salt and then placed ice on it.

Do I regret it? A little bit. I did not even feel the cold of the ice for a bit. And then it started to sting. That's when i dropped the ice and ran water through my arm. The spot where I place the ice turned first white, then pink and then a deep red. IT started burning and stinking all at the same time.

The irritating sting refused to let go even after around 10 minutes.

I was planning on trying the Cinnamon Challenge too.

I changed my mind on trying challenges. I am too much of a chicken.
Buck Buck baaack 

On the other hand, a heartfelt thank…

Surprise! I bear no gifts

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Gifts are a necessity at parties. When you are invited for a birthday party, the host may ask you not to bring gifts. But you should NEVER go without gifts. They may not be expecting it but deep down, they are.

When I was in grade 6, I was invited for a birthday party. The birthday girl was one of the "cool" girls at school and I felt excited to be invited. I picked out my favourite dress and assorted my best ornaments and was ready to go. I decided I would buy her a gift on the way. Since I was a kid, I was broke, and so I asked my mom for some cash.

"Why do you want to buy her a gift? She is inviting you because you are her friend. Not for your gifts. "

I tried to reason with her and told her it would be rude to go without any gifts. My mom was adamant and refused to lend me cash. She said something about our religion and celebrating birthdays.

I had half an hour to make a plan. I took out my card stock, oil paint, stamps and ink and sat down to make a card. It …

Things I've done

I found this in a tumblr post. I had to cross off the things that I had already done. Kinda puts everything in perspective. The things I haven't done yet and the things that I have actually missed out on doing. Makes me feel like I haven't seen a 6th of what this world is all about. Try this out yourself.


Graduated high school. 
Kissed someone.
Collected something really stupid.
Smoked a cigarette.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time without sleep.
Lied to someone.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.