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You are what you are - Tatvamasi

 Life in mumbai  has always been a celebration, may it be diwali, ganapathi, dussehra, christmas or ramzan. Though a very busy town and people living a fast and mechanical life, still festivals would be abuzz and enlightened with fun and more of an enthusiasm amongst all, irrespective of caste or religion. You would  get to experience the real integrity in diversity no where else in the world except mumbai. I was a hindu but I was connected more to the church and christ, my parents never once objected  or restricted me or my brothers  about our beliefs, my christian friends accompanied me to the temple and none barred or scared them. After I settled in kerala I got attached to the temples and got detached from the church, but christ did not punish me, he never came in once to my dreams and asked me why I was not praying to him. It was then I understood no matter whom you believe or to whom you pray, it is your mind to whom you question  and you are answerable to none other than your m

The forbidden veil

It is a shame to talk about love-jihad in a country like kerala which calls itself 100% literate.Hindu and christian girls finding solace under the hijab and burkha are going missing to untraceable regions of either syria or tehraan and recruited to IS. The situation is alarming  and every possible steps need to be taken to warn our children of the danger. Girls are lured with sky high dreams of money, job and other luxaries and a thorough education of the islaam religion is given.When the net's are thoroughly laid the prey is trapped and  she is lost in a world called 'Hell'. Where are we going wrong?  Is our education system lacking something very much or are the family backgrounds too weak and unhealthy that girls do not find anything wrong in detaching themselves from her family and  having no pity for her beloved ones,  just leaves her home with this man or boy whom she met yesterday. Christian girls falls less prey compared to the hindus because the church has a bigg

KEEP MOVING KEEP THE FAITH

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I bought a boot and a jersey with the money my father gave me to buy a new dress for Id. My heart was always on the ground and i wanted to start from there and touch the sky's. I began with handball, then athletics and finally came to football                              My greatest inspiration and support was my father who wanted me to champ, he ignored the family and community norms and helped me follow my heart. but at times destiny plays its cruel game, sometimes to jolt us to consciousness and make us strong or to take independent decisions of our life. It came in the disguise of an accident and snatched my father in such a way that god didn't even show me the  mercy of having a last look at him.He was cremated in Dubai itself. Fate glared at me in the eye and i was lost.That was the first blow of my life. We were six siblings and i was the fourth, sports was never a cup of tea for women specially in our community and boys hesitated to come with an alliances for me, I s

"what am I"

Every action of a man is an internal orientation. It may be a good one or a bad one. Every action reflects a pesrons character. There is an outer being and an inner-being. Just as we make-over our outer-being in all possible ways to look attractive,the same way our inner being also needs a replenishing, as this is the way to polish your mind and soul, because it is the highest form of consciousness and intelligence which deserves a freedom or detachment from the body. This is the only way one can attain happiness, pleasure and enjoyment of the mind, this in simple words could be told as mental freedom. An imprisoned inner-being only brings pain, sorrow and discomfort as its narrowness to exist only fills in you desires to possess and accumulate. Whats the use of having all the richness and luxuries and no happiness.                             Our physical self or the annamaya kosha is activated only because of the invisible powers of our pranamaya kosha or innerself. A healthy body

The meaning of duty is not sacrifice

It was a bright sunny day and as usual i was ready at my  table waiting for my client who had taken an appointment the previous day. At 11 a.m a tall and fair women with a little plump figure,came sporting a little smile that the tender leaves would feel when the first drop of rain falls on it, her eyes with a little dark circles held secrets as deep as the sea and as she sat before me placing a small peice of paper with her date and time of birth. i watched her with not much curiosity and fixed my glance to her horoscope details.                                                               After studying her chart, I lifted my eyes and saw a face swelled like a rising sun and waiting to burst into flames.....There was anger,fear,frustration and emotion all put in together in a young women called merlyn. I looked into her moist eyes and asked her just one question "How many times did you think of a divorce"? she looked at me unbelievably and trying hard to not break do

karma

                                         Again and again i am ashamed,                                          for being raped and being famed.                                          I am born as a girl,a lovely daughter,                                          i am then torn as a joke, a laughter.                                          I see myself and forget to smile,                                          the hurts are deep,deeper than the nile.                                          I burn in a fire that melts my soul,                                          my body remains in this flamed world.                                          I need to accept i am, for being a girl,                                          bruised and cursed, a worn material.                                          I rise from the flames unswallowed,                                          and realise my feet firm and strong.                                          I am now a wo