Thursday, 26 July 2012

I'm Alive

Source: Google Images
The rain drops 
kissed my cheeks,
As the soothing breeze 
calmed my soul.
The sound of fresh down pour
tickled my senses;
blinding my thoughts
hiding my fears,
the fragrance of which
brought with it
a flash of colors -
of memories sweet
and luscious dreams.
Let me breathe in,
Let me live some more...

Monday, 23 July 2012

Does India Need A President?

Its time to bid farewell to Pratibha Patil as Raisina Hill is all set to welcome the 13th President of India, Pranab Mukherjee. I must say, Ms. Patil, the first woman President of the country who had faced widespread criticism over her large number of foreign visits and her plans to build a retirement house on land owned by the defense ministry remained only to be a ritualistic figure.

Found at all times with her head covered and with a gentle smile on her face, she appeared merely to be a symbolic figure that represented the highest office in the country. Though she often emphasized on the need for women empowerment; nothing much was done in this regard. There were a whole lot of things that she could have looked upon, issues that could have been addressed. This makes me wonder, have her predecessors done anything better or rather does India need a President at all?

According to the Constitution of India , the President has several legislative, executive, judicial, military and financial powers. However most of these powers are subject to the approval and consent of the Parliament. So, is the President a rubber stamp, a mere political pawn?

The 76 years old Pranab Mukherjee, a veteran politician known for his remarkable knowledge of parliamentary and economic affairs no doubt is an asset to the country. Having started off his career as a clerk, today he stands to be the person who holds the highest office in the country, that of a President. He has come a long way. A store house of knowledge,wisdom and experience he does promise to be "everybody's president". But will he differ from the others? 

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Desirable: 55 Fiction

The wind blew against her hair, caressing her dusky cheeks. The evening sun made her face glow. He stood there on the street gazing at her beauty, paralyzed with an outburst of sudden emotion.

The next morning , to his disbelief he saw her entering his class. "Good Morning, students, I'm Sandra, your new History lecturer".

Source: Google images

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Set Me Free

I  am a woman.
Source : Google Images
Created by the Almighty
For His own purpose divine
But why is it that I,
Have often been deprived of my rights?
Have often been treated with contempt?
Think of it, I'm human too,
With dreams to live,
And a life to lead.
I am she, I deserve much better!

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Being a Malayalee

Yes, I am a Malayalee. Don't take me by mistake. I'm no friend of Bruce Lee. Ai em ya zimple Malayalee. :)  (Malayalee  is the term used to refer to the native speakers of Malayalam, originating from the Indian state of Kerala.) 

 But no, I'm not a nurse. Nor am I a doctor or an engineer. Also let me say, my hair is neither curly nor does it drip with 'coconut' oil. Gold does not interest me and I 'm not in the least ambitious of making it to the 'gelf'. I've never draped a kasavu saree nor has my hair ever been adorned with jasmine flowers.Though I'm a lover of books and reading I've never been exposed to Malayalam literature so I really don't know. I'm not a foodie and guess thats why Malayalam cuisine fails to interest me. But I can live on banana chips and fried fish. I don't understand Kathakali at all, for that matter I've never been trained in classical dance or singing. I'm not a big fan of Malayalam cinema, though I secretly admire modern avatars of Prithviraj and some other newbies. I admit it takes a while for me to decipher the written word but I think I can speak in a better manner than the hosts of popular Malayalam television reality shows. My vocabulary and pronunciation is not that great, as my tongue almost always fails to twist in the necessary fashion. Ain't I hopeless?  

The only factor that makes me a Malayalee is that I was born in Kerala, to Malayalee parents and christened with a highly typical Malayalee name and can somehow speak the language though not without grammatical errors. Kerala, my native place only remains to be a holiday destination and visited otherwise when cousins get married or engaged. At every visit I am scrutinized from head to toe. I'm told I don't eat enough. My North Indian friends in college thought I scored better than them, because I eat RICE; the secret of a Malayalee's intelligence quotient. They don't just get it!

But all said, I'm happy to have been born as one. I can always say, I belong to God's own country. After all, we are an intelligent, efficient and hardworking lot (conditions apply). Be it Tiruvalla, Tripura or Timbuktu, we are everywhere. Where ever we go we create a "mini-Kerala" of our own. Maybe, someday we will rule the world. However, I'm not sure if I'd ever like to marry a Malayalee guy who wears a 'mundu' and has a thick mustache and that too at the expense of a fat dowry. Hopefully not. 

Dare you call me a Mallu, call me a Malayalee!

 I have to end with this PJ. You must try reading it aloud...

"How does a Malayalee spell moon? : MOON - Yemma Woah yet another Woah Yenna" :)

Pictures have been sourced from Google Images

Monday, 9 July 2012

Tress Distress

Dove IndiBlogger Contest Runner-up

Growing up wasn't easy. Growing up meant discarding the childish dreams and fantasies that had almost begun to seem real, all thanks to "fairy tales". Growing up also urged me to stop believing that a fairy godmother would appear out of the blue and give me a magnificent solution to all my girly woes with a quick flutter of the magical wand. 

Well, let me put that down in words. So with much difficulty and heart ache I say: Fairy tales are purely fictional, and fairies mere fictitious characters and so is Mr. Prince Charming. That was tough! 

Now having established that, magic is mere illusion, I had to move on in life and attempt to create solutions at my own strength and at my own risk. 

So to say, beautiful, healthy and voluptuous hair is every woman's dream. Given that, this filament growing from the scalp is often regarded to be a woman's glory. Be it curly, straight or wavy, the woman's hair is her beauty.

"The hair is the richest ornament of women." - Martin Luther

"Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind
She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature's stead;
And, then her long, loose hair flung round her head
Fell carelessly behind."
~Publius Terentius Afer

Also women love to experiment with their hair. So did I. The plethora of hair products used and the constant shift from one to another added with the stress of a modern lifestyle and the polluted environment led to the beginning of my misery.

Strands of hair, strands of mane
Here, there, everywhere
In the bathroom, on the towel
Here, there, everywhere
On the comb, on the floor
Here, there, everywhere...

Alas! The volume of my hair was badly affected. It was traumatizing to see the amount of hair that would fall each time I brushed. And friends would go,"Oh...whats wrong with your hair?? You should try this, this and this..." Every time I would see a Deepika Padukone or a Kareena Kapoor on the screen with gorgeous hair swaying against the wind, my heart would sink. Hair fall was taking a toll on my self esteem and I began to hate my hair.

When finally I decided that enough was enough and since I had realized that there wouldn't be any fairy to help me, I chalked out a plan to help myself. And this is exactly what I did:
  • Began to consume a whole lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and dairy products
  • Avoided any sort of chemical treatments that would further damage my hair 
  • Started massaging my scalp with olive oil once in a week
  • Drank 10 to 12 glasses of water on a daily basis
  • Stopped washing my hair with hot water
  • Found a shampoo that suited my hair: "Dove Hair fall Rescue"

Slowly and steadily the situation was brought under control and that was the end of my hair problems.

 I still love trying different things with my hair but I also make sure that I take proper care of my precious tresses. Thanks to Dove I've fallen in love with my silky, smooth, ravishing hair all over again and I also have to make a conscious effort to keep my hands of them. To sum it up, Dove was definitely the magic that happened to me...

The above post is my entry to the Indiblogger's "My Beautiful Hair Story" contest. You must try Dove's Hair - Aware App and get to know your hair better.

P.S - All pictures have been sourced from Google Images.

Friday, 6 July 2012

Best Thing Ever!

When I look at you I wonder,
If I could  become like you ever.
Coloring page mother and child
Picture source: Google images
So kind and loving,
Pure and forgiving.

The sacrifices you make for me,
The promises you keep giving.
The faith that you build in me,
The joy that you share with me.
The pain that you take from me,
Ma, you're the best thing ever!

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

A Walk

A walk
in the evening,

Past the piles of bricks 
and through the thick populace
where the wheels take over 
and the shouts and horns resound.

I think of Wordsworth's evening walk
and of emotions recollected in tranquility.
But what have I to describe,
and what have I to recollect?
Is it the noise or the smoke,
Or the filth and the garbage?
Or should I create a chronicle,
On creatures on the verge of extinction?

And then the sky begins to sprinkle
I feast on that moment of pleasure.
Silently wishing for more or so,
To erase the brutal scars of time,
To make the earth whole again.

Picture source: Google images

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