Thursday, December 27, 2012


Shadow of a man attacking a women
Few days back my love called me, she was furious on the phone about something; she kept on cursing non specifically and was indefinitely shouting at me. I have never seen her like this before, so as I wondered why she was acting such, suddenly everything went silent on the other side and all that hate in her voice turned into puling. She was weeping hard now, I normally feel sad when I see someone crying and when that someone is very close to me, my eyes will wet unwittingly.  With a concerned voice I asked her what happened and she told me about a mail that came to her inbox that same day which told the full story of the brutal Delhi assault. She was depressed and miserable; she couldn't even believe how men could go to such extreme for sexual pleasure. She got more furious and started suggesting how those men responsible should be sentenced to painful death, I listened silently not able to utter a single word to calm her down. I could have but I just didn't because a women treated gravely anywhere in the world were, are and will be a shame for all men alike.

For months I have wanting to write about the immoral exploitation of women and children all around the country, and now the latest brutality that happened in Delhi has urged me to do it now. The news channels and news papers see only a sensation in this issue because this is not the first one that they have reported nor is the most brutal. All the protests and slogans will die down once the frustration of the gathering mass settles and all will go back to their normal lives but the truth will remain that these kinds of atrocious acts will happen again and again in this country. It’s not only adult women that are falling victims of these inhuman acts, even under aged children (male and female) are widely assaulted all over the country by the men with whom they should have felt most secure, yes it is their own fathers and school teachers that are being the living devils. Many such cases reported recently in my home state and many more that had happened earlier there makes me wonder whether we men are really civilized.

Protesting only at the time of such a felony or giving capital punishment or chemical castration to the felons won’t do much good in preventing all these from happening in the future and nor going to reduce its numbers because frightening tactics always produces inverse or no results. An instinctive judgment of the situations or majority opinion of a frustrated public will only make things worse, so we should come up with something that can make a real difference. Implementing more police force and fast track courts will only make an initial fuss as the criminals will go to new extremes to commit crime. So instead of cutting the tree after it leans over the house, It shouldn't be allowed to grow in that manner from the beginning itself. At present we are depending on science to find solution for most or all of our problems then why aren't we depending on it for controlling the spread of such a savage mental disorder (I call it a mental disorder because I couldn't understand how a sane man could act such) even at a time when physiology and psychiatry are so advanced. First a systematic scientific study should be started from the lower level itself to find the reason for the increase in number of these mentalities among men; whether it is the general parenting style, social structure, educational system or all of it in equal share, whatever it is it had to be clearly sorted out. After understanding the problems periodic changes should be implemented to the governing system of the nation, judicial system and the way of life of its citizens because modifying the existing system will not bring any change as it hasn't done any better after so many years of practice. If culture, religion, belief and heritage can’t provide us a happy secure life, then the time has come to change them all.

Vivekananda's quote on progress of nation

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012


freethinking written inn a thought bubble box
The wonderful thing about being a human is that we have the abilities to think and reason. We are a unique life form indeed in that sense, more than just the intention to survive and reproduce like the rest of the living things on this blue planet we thrive for knowledge too. If it wasn't the case we won’t be where we are now, all these discoveries and inventions, advancement in science and technology gave us a totally new outlook towards ourselves and as well as the universe we live in. Now we are moving forward in a fare pace in every aspects of life and so the need for revolutionizing the way of thinking is very much important as any other issue. The time has come for us to worry only about the present and future, we shouldn't waste time discussing the past and the hardships it brought. This age is perhaps the most crucial phase of the evolution of our thinking, free thinking is getting more popularized among the youth and I strongly believe that only it can prevent us from destroying ourselves. One may qualify as a free thinker if he is able to think beyond or built more on what he have already observed, learned and reasoned, and is thus setting new parameters for others to think. 

Physical and emotional attachments are necessary for a happy life but one shouldn't let it cloud his entire thinking process. Leaving a neutral spacing in the head would help one to properly utilize his capacity of free thinking, unless it is neutral it won’t be easy to create a calm mind set to analyze situations separately and find solutions for one’s own problems. Putting too much assumptions and over guess work on a matter will always complicate things making them almost unsolvable, Keeping things simple and clear always help to find an effective solution. So I am now concluding my brief note by adding a bit more to a famous wording “Think clear and simple before you leap”. Since we have a wonderful brain it won’t hurt in any means to use it wisely, be a free thinker and live a happy life.

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Monday, December 10, 2012


FDI in retailing in India
The hot topic now in India is FDI (Foreign direct investment) in retailing, any other events or issues other than that are totally irrelevant in the eyes of our politicians and majority of the media. The UPA government is praising the FDI in retail as a holy angel that will fly down to India to save all its farmers and the poor. The corruption scams, Maoist insurgency, caste based violence, farmer suicides, outrageous increase in child malnutrition rate, savage increase in molestation cases especially towards under aged children, the rocket increase in commodity price, all these issues are  totally out classed by this foreign angel. 

FDI is the next big thing that is going to happen to this country that is the catchy tag it has on its head, the infrastructural development that it brings to the nation will revolutionize production and consumerism. It is evident that the latter will happen because we Indians always admire and value what others offer more than what we already have here but will this bring any dramatic change in the production sector. For that to happen our manufacturing and agricultural sectors should be modernized and well organized such to compete with that of other nations like China, Japan, USA etc, but since no former initiative in any such forms are taken by the state or central government to help this cause the hope in it is bleak. As a result our nation becoming a whole big market for foreign goods in the future is not far from reality; it’s an irony that even after decades of foreign rule and another decade of fight for freedom we are still under the influence of our ancestral weakness. 

Can the Foreign Direct investment help the common people in India, it may or may not, only time will tell but it is definite that it will more than help the power class (the billionaire -millionaire class) here to gain more power over the nation and its people. We are after all living in a country which only gives its citizens choices instead of freedom, as it is rightly said that democracy is the greatest deception which gives everyone the illusion of freedom

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The journey BEGINS

Chapter 2

Paddy field in Kerala
This is the day of joy, freshness and freedom. I always wake early on Sunday’s, too early for my parents comfort. For the rest of the week I would happily sleep till noon if my mother – Amma is what I call her, which is with no doubt the sweetest word in my native language, Malayalam - had let me. Face pressed on the bed, bums facing up and both hands tucked under my body, that’s how I faked my sleep in hope to avoid school. It had worked few times for me at the beginning of my school days and so I continued it as a ritual for so long hoping that it will work again. My mother is the one who always woke me up and I prefer it that way too because the last few times when my father tried it there was a loud crying me than a sleep faking me. He was impatient – a trait that I inherited from him along with thousand other – and impulsive, a dangerous combination that left his right hand printed in red on my small bums. But my mother was gentle and patient, a typical home maker in all means: she will lie beside me, spend some time and eventually will wake me up. If I still won’t wake, she will say something that will wake me up even from my deepest sleep “okay then, I will ask your father to come and wake you up” and she will make a mocking call for my father. But today, it is Sunday, no school, no teachers, no homework till dawn and no need to fake sleep, so up early and ready to explore.

On a Sunday sun the village looks more beautiful than usual. Sun shining bright and shone on the yellowish green paddy field stretching wide, coconut trees on both sides shading the earth bellow, its leaves dances in gentle breeze, rattle as they kiss each other. Small houses are dotted in the greenery with mandarin tiled roof tops and white plastered walls, with most yards decorated by cassava, colocasia, elephant yam and red spinach instead of ornamental plants.

I got out of my house and ran through the cassavas bare footed into the vacant yard where my friends were already present and waiting for me. We ran, jumped, climbed trees, occasionally argued, fought and played all day long; our chatter and cheer filled the air till dusk. As we return to our houses tired but overjoyed, the crickets started to chirp as if to remind me how wonderful a day I had. Many years have passed since then and I am not a child anymore, who could have cared less about the world and played as he pleased.

I had completed my higher secondary education with a good percentage “It is time for you to choose your future” said all my teachers, only seventeen years old and already deciding my future, a complicated task for most but not for me as I already have an ambition, “Engineering”. Four - five months back, exactly 1 week before our 10+2 final examination, our principal visited our class to give a motivational speech to ease our exam pressure since its results determines a young Indian’s fate – the same did they all said about the SSLC examination – I wouldn’t say that the speech wasn’t motivating, it sure was for her as she was praising herself repeatedly most of the time about the new block built because of her hard work, the new commerce batch sanctioned because of her hold in the educational ministry and occasionally about our examination too.  I wasn’t giving much ear to her talk until I heard something about ‘future ambition’; I turned to my right and saw my friend concentrating on each word from her mouth. I asked him “What did she just say now?”

“What?” he replied not even looking at me; I gave him a slight shake on his shoulder and asked again “What did she say about future ambition?”

“Oh that, she said that she will ask each us about our future ambition after the speech”, he said still not looking at me but looked little irritated– I think it’s because I broke his line of contact or something –

“What my future ambition is?” Then again “What is my future ambition??” I thought about it for a bit, “I like physics very much but it can’t be an ambition it’s only a subject” I again thought for some time and found a wonderful solution “I will say whatever Arun –our class topper- says, brilliant” The principal’s speech ended and she started asking about the ambition from the front row, Arun being the class topper always sits in the front row.

“I want to become a MBBS doctor” Arun replied.
I was all set to execute my plan but to my horror most in the two rows after him repeated the same and the whole class started to giggle when the last one said MBBS. So now I can’t say it, if I do the giggle will turn into laughter and I would look like a fool with no self ambition. 

Now I need to improvise “the one on my right will be asked before me, so it is him then” I thought looking at the one sitting to my left, overjoyed as if he had already accomplished his ambition.

“How silly are they to copy it like that from Arun, that fools can’t even think of an ambition of their own, where is our educational system going like this”  I said to him casually, adding a bit disappointment to my face. He gave a node and agreed.

“You look really excited buddy, hope you have a great ambition then” I said

“Yes I have, I am going to be a great EC engineer” he said stressing the last part with much pride.

I was surprised that I didn’t thought that he will give up the information this easy, “anyway mission accomplished, but need to know what EC is though” I thought, “Why an EC engineer” I asked again

“Because my father is an engineer and he want me to be an engineer too, he is a mechanical engineer but he says that I should choose EC as it has more scope” he finished it with a big smile.

“Yes, yes, engineering is a great ambition” I paused a bit “What is this EC really mean” I asked, wanted to make a nice smile on my face but could only manage a weird one. Now he got a bit conscious about my intention and lacked his former enthusiasm in answering

“It’s Electronics and Communication engineering, why asked?”

“Nothing, just to know that’s all” I mumbled, after that I haven’t even peaked at him once. Finally my turn came; I stood up and said out loud filling it with as much enthusiasm as I can “My ambition is to become a great EC engineer, that is Electronics and communication engineer”, a WOW sound rang the classroom, everyone seemed impressed even the principal – but not one person – I took a quick glare on my left, a steamy red face was having a hawk eye stare at me in disbelief.
Cheated or not, I got an ambition now. “I want to be an EC engineer” I announced to my parents. They too were impressed – I think humans have a knack to appreciate things they don’t know than what they do know – but not for long as the Kerala Engineering Entrance Test results were published and I scored an impressive higher rank – in terms of numbers – 47542. With this rank my dream of EC looked more and more bleak but I wasn’t ready to gave up, so again I come up with a perfect solution

“Management quota” I said,

“What is that, some other course, what happen to that electronics thing that you were saying” my mother asked with a perplexed face.

“It’s not a course, my dear budhu – meaning dumb in some sense – In private colleges only a part of the admission is done using government entrance exam merits, the rest is done by the college management were they take money and sells the seats – they prefer calling it donation – and our son here is saying that he want me to buy him an engineering seat, which by the way will take few lakh rupees” my father finished with his usual witty tone, switching his gaze on both of us repeatedly.

“Why did you call me a budhu? If someone doesn’t know something they had to ask, there is nothing dumb about that. No one respects me in this house, all day I work in the kitchen and …..” she was already in kitchen and still murmuring to herself.

My father looked at me bewildered, wondering “What did I do?” I shook my head in a manner which suggested “that wasn’t right what you did dad”

“What??” he shouted, now with bit anger in his voice.

A night view of coimbatore

My father’s eldest brother Rajan, who works in a cotton mill in Coimbatore (Tamilnadu) - a boundary sharing neighbour to my home state Kerala- was the one who told him about the Mahatma Gandhi College there. It was one of the famous colleges in Coimbatore and more over it had a donation and fee structure my father could afford. The college had lot of front page advertisements in Kerala news papers with an eye catching aircraft picture in it, my father showed me one which I wouldn’t have else seen since touching news papers for its intended purpose wasn’t one of my virtues. The picture of the plane caught my eye more than the college name or its courses and thus in a split second my ambition changed from EC to Aeronautical. With uncle Rajan my father send me to Coimbatore all set to buy an aeronautical engineering seat from the Mahatma Gandhi college of engineering (MGCE) but to my great disappointment the seats for that particular course was already full. All my dreams about flying in different airplanes and chit chatting with sexy air hostess vanished into thin air –that’s what I thought an Aero engineers was suppose do at that time- and there was no hope for getting what I wanted now because the donation in other colleges –only two three colleges offered that course in Coimbatore- were more than what an ordinary state government employee could manage. Uncle Rajan phoned home and talked to my father for half an hour,

“My first real ambition and it’s not going to happen now” “So this is what I get for steeling someone else thunder, maybe I am jinxed by him” such thoughts filled my head. I wasn’t much interested in anything that happened around me after that, around 6 pm after a long day at the Mahatma Gandhi College we were back at my uncle’s quarters  He handed me the admission slip, the college name and contact details were printed on top and written bellow,

Name: Rohith Raghu
Course: Electronics and communication engineering
Admission no: 115
Admission fee: Ten thousand rupees only.

“Back to EC again” I thought, “Only ten thousand for ECE” I asked my uncle with surprise, he expelled air firmly through his bigger than normal nostrils – my father’s side distinctive family feature which I escaped because of my mother- like an angry bull and said with slight disgust both in his face and voice 

“Ten thousand only my foot, we paid 2 lakh and they gave only a receipt for ten thousand. What is the need for paying this much along with the fee, when your father went to college I only had to pay ten rupees per month and nothing more” his face stared turning into red but he calmed himself down “Leave all that, I am happy that we didn’t spend 6 lakh on that airplane course, thank god it was already full” now he look relieved and happy but I wasn’t. Now more than the thought of not getting the course I wanted something much serious popped into my head “Where am I going to stay, am I going to stay in this cotters with my uncle for the next four years” the thought itself gave me a Severe head ache.

The quarters were my uncle stayed was a small separate house near the Sree Krishna cotton mills where he worked as a senior supervisor. It had a small hall where few chairs were put and the TV was placed, one room where a bed is place at the farther end and a wardrobe at the other, a small kitchen, an attached bathroom and above all the whole of it had a cigarette smell to it which my uncle uses vigorously-three packets of Wills a day-. My uncle Rajan Vasudevan Nair was the eldest of the three with my father being the younger one. He was fifteen years older than my father and ten years than my other uncle Ravi Vasudevan Nair –the middle one- but looked much older than his actual age. He wasn’t married and according to my father, he and his other brother were the reason for that because my grandfather died when my father was very little and it was uncle Rajan who took care of the family, educated my father and uncle Ravi and made a family for them, in this course he forgot about his own life. For my father and uncle Ravi he is more than their elder brother, they love and respect him like a godfather. Many times I have heard my father asking uncle Rajan to think of a marriage but all the time his answer would be the same

“I am too old for that Kichu –that’s my father’s nick name that my uncles and grandmother uses- , I am happy like this, watching you and Ravi along with your own families living happily. All I wished for was this and I don’t want anything else”
So he is a great man and he loves me like his own son, I like him very much too even though he looked bit grumpy but how will I enjoy my college days staying with him, it will be like living with my parents and going to school all over again.

“Your father asked me to let you stay with me during your studies here” Uncle Rajan said interrupting my thoughts, “I would…” I tried to say something back but was stopped by my uncle’s voice “I don’t have any problem with that at all even I would love a company especially that of my brother’s son but I told your father that you won’t enjoy the company of an old fart like me -he laughed at his own words and continued- so I convinced him to let you stay in the college hostel” I looked at him astonished, even though I couldn’t say a word my face was so bright with joy that it did the talking. I walked to my uncle and hugged him, he again laughed a bit and said to me now with a much quite caring voice “You are young and you will want to enjoy your new freedom to its fullest but keep one thing in mind Rohith, never do anything that will hurt your parents, okay” he smiled at me and I smiled back with the node of my head agreeing to what he said.

To college flag

Chapter 2 ends here and for the rest of the story you have to wait till my book gets published.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Not Love

Alley by the Lake by Leonid Afremov, Rainy Day, walking together, Painting

She asked me what love is and I couldn't give an answer then. Love is the only word on which each person can give an interpretation of his own; there is no right or wrong about it because no one really knows what love is and what it means. Some hate it, some embrace it, some so blinded by it that they give their life for it.  The word always leaves someone hurt, sometimes your family, sometimes your friends and sometimes yourself or the other, pity it’s so because I thought this words was meant to keep everyone happy. So I asked myself ‘what is love?’ I struggled to find an answer to it for a while but the more I thought into it the more it became clear to me. I am trying to answer a fantasy with reality, the fantasy is love and the reality is her.

I don’t know what love is, I don’t know how it should be felt. Love is just a mere word to me, a word that people use to deceive, trick and use others for their own happiness. I may have no knowledge about love but I do know what she is to me and how I feel for her. I don’t want a corrupted word like love to describe it because to me she is my freedom, something I value more than my life. Even if I am shackled to the ground, speechless, deafened and blinded, a thought of her presence sets me free, breaks those shackles, makes me speak louder than I ever could, hear beyond I could ever hear and see everything more brightly and beautifully.  When I am with her my mind is clear and limitless as the space itself, I fly beyond all boundaries that I thought I couldn't cross before. I feel proud in caring for her and protecting her, I like doing things that she asks me to, however silly or hard it is, I feel happy seeing her smiling and sad when she looks so. So let me say it again “I don’t know what love is and don’t want to know, but I do know what she is to me”. As time runs I will die eventually but my words will remain forever telling the world that there is something beyond mere love that is very much real and most beautiful.

P.S : This is for you R.K

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Which side to support, PALESTINE or ISRAEL?

Palestine and Israel peace flag pins
Too much muttering is going on among many Indians about the Palestine Israel conflict. So many photos of dead children, burned houses, crying mothers and many more are circulating on facebook declaring their support for Palestine. Most of it insist or even plead to the Indian government to support Palestine and criticize Israel for its brutal actions. The episode that is taking place now is not at all one sided as most suggest, the Hamas are raining missiles over Israeli towns too but the reason for less or no causalities from the Israeli side is because of its counter missile systems.  The Israelis are protecting their citizens while the Hamas are failing in that aspect.  More than a dispute for territories, it’s a conflict between two religions and that alone gives both countries this much attention in the international level. If the religious aspect in this matter is the only criterion for a third nation to take a side, then India should side neither, first of all we already have few matter of conflict of our own to worry about and second taking a side in this case will only cause more religious tensions within the country. 

I don’t want to explain the details about the conflict and conclude my views, if I do that someone will definitely try to read out favoring in my lines. As far as I am concerned both sides are responsible for the state they are in now because if one takes the religion out of this madness then there won’t be a conflict at all. The question about which side deserve justice, Palestine or Israel is the same as asking which born first, the chicken or the egg, picking one is almost impossible unless a god (or religion) is involved. Now I will come to the main point that made me write this post, why most of my friends and many others are so interested in supporting Palestine, is it really because of the concern for human lives or is it because of one particular religion involved in it. If they say it is for the sake of human lives only, I will call them liars because few years back a brutality much worse than this happened in a small island which lies to the south of our nation, Sri Lanka (26-year military campaign ended in 2009). There was no just in the massacre that took place there and the government that did it is still ruling that country, no slogans or cries were heard from (except from the Tamil people) the now so called humanitarians at that time, is it because it wasn't a religion that was under attack there. I am not pointing fingers at any one at all, some of us do really care about people’s life and wants to put an end to all these inhuman acts but supporting one side won’t do that. Raise banners and shout slogans for peace, not for supporting and promoting more violence. Let’s support the innocent people in both Palestine and Israel who wish to live a normal life like all others. Support for a solution not for slaughter.
Jews and Muslims live together

Tuesday, November 6, 2012


Today I got an email from indiblogger congratulating me for being one of the top three winners in the ‘love marriage or arranged marriage?’ contest, conducted by Sony entertainment television and powered by indiblogger. This is my first award as a blogger and I thank both Sony and indiblogger for this owner, this will always remain as one of my happiest moments. Those who hadn't read my entry for this contest can read it on my post named 'MARRIAGE'. I would also like to thank all my Indiblogger friends and blog followers for their time and support.

Rahul won Indiblogger Contest

Thursday, November 1, 2012


എന്‍റെ കേരളം, എന്‍റെ മലയാളം 

ഇന്ന്‍ നവംബര്‍ ഒന്ന്‍ കേരളപ്പിറവി ദിനം, കേരളം എന്ന  പ്രക്രതി രെമണിയമായ എന്‍റെ ഈ കൊച്ചു സംസ്ഥാനം ഉണ്ടായിട് ഇന്ന്‍  അമ്പത്തിയാര്‍   വര്‍ഷം തികയുന്നു, ഈ ശുഭ ദിനത്തില്‍ ഞാന്‍  എല്ലാ കേരളീയര്‍കും  കേരളപ്പിറവിദിനാശംസകള്‍  നേരുന്നു. 
ശുഭ ദിനം

Visit the beautiful places in Kerala, the gods own country

Wishing all malayalees a wonderful and prosperous Kerala piravi....

Wednesday, October 31, 2012


Parting the sea and walk through it, a miracle
Fantasy is not Reality

Miracle in its divine meaning never happens, the happenings that we mention as miracle can be understood more clearly if we compare it with the winning of a lottery. In a lottery draw only few win prizes but many others known and unknown to them have contributed for that outcome. In reality every participated individual have acted for their own benefit and at the draw only few benefited, to the winners the outcome is a miracle but in fact it is only a random happening of the sure outcome. The winners focus all their attention on the prize and a little do they acknowledge the contributions that led to it, this finally leads to their belief in miracles. In life the same happens, every individual work for his/her own satisfaction and need, but the various outcomes of these works favor only few. That is, miracle is simply a favorable result that chooses random beneficiaries, which only happen by numerous individual contributions.

If we put time and thought into it, the truth can be seen that there is nothing divine or supernatural about the so called miracles.

Poster representation of the word Miracle

Monday, October 22, 2012


Slum dwellers near Mumbai Airport, India

A follow up of one of my previous post ‘Reservation is old but not gold’. In the same it was put forth that how the cast based reservation is destroying the concept of democracy and the necessary need of a new concept which can help the lower class people (not based on cast but based on income). In this post too the same concern is addressed but by a more familiar term, Inequality. I say it is familiar because inequality in its many forms molded our history and the world as we know it now. Race, gender, religion, language, skin tone, cast and labor are considered as the main reason of inequality all around the world and India in spite of its diversity in language, culture and beliefs have succeeded in reducing the margin of these inequalities considerably within a short duration of 65 years. Though as an Indian I should pride myself for my country’s this achievement, I couldn't as another form of inequality (inequality of wealth) is destroying the fundamental structure of this nation’s democracy and constitution. The margin between the wealthy and the poor are increasing in a drastic way (that is the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting worse) and the elected state and national government whose duty is to function for the welfare of the nation and all its citizens are staying loyal only to the minorities (the upper class).

Now I am briefing a comment written on my previous post by a gentleman, in which he completely opposes my idea of providing reservation on the basis of income instead of cast because in his opinion the government is providing funds to help fight poverty and that is enough. He also says that he is from a lower cast family and had benefited from the reservation system during his studies. He worked hard and got job in a very good company where he now gets a salary of 1 lakh per month. He also wrote about the difficulties that he faced and also now facing in his native village from the so called upper cast people there. He also says that even though he now is in a good financial condition, he would want his kids to benefit from the reservation system because of the injustice done to his ancestors for so long. All over India these kinds of immoral discrimination by the so called upper cast people is clearly visible, mostly in some specific states but the percentage of such acts have seen a steady drop since our nations independence and now is limited to the elder generation only. But what does the upper class men (like my friend above) from the lower communities do for the poor people in their own community. Forget about helping, whom does it affect the most if these upper class people allow their children to benefit from the reservation system, each college seat and job taken by them using the system is pushing a family from their own community into poverty.  

Indian State Hunger index
Indian state Hunger Index

Why in India inequality is so strong and growing in such a radical rate? The simplest answer is because those who have the power to make everything right don’t care and those who care are subdued. To this generation cast discrimination means nothing, most don’t even care what cast they are in or the people around them, all they care about is themselves. I want the best education, I want the best job, I want freedom, I want respect, I want more money, I want power and above all I want my kids to have everything in surplus than I did, that is “I alone matters” this is the message that we are teaching the young generation.

It is always about I and my family, what about other families? The ones struggling to support their lives each day, the children who work instead of going to school because the only thing that they see in their future is poverty, don’t they have a right in this country and don’t they deserve a better life, do any of the capable people (cast, religion and class alike) do anything for these people in need, than showing useless sympathy on their lives whenever they see a magazine article or TV news.

Homeless and poor in India

I am not asking you all to be great nationals and do things for the sake of all needy countrymen. I am only asking you to help those in your own community. You may think that giving them money will help but the truth is that money alone won’t solve the problems, awareness campaigns are as necessary as the former to make them understand their constitutional rights, need for nutritious food, sanitation and above all the importance of sending their children to school.

First we need to bring development in our own humanity and then we can think about other developments. Government sure can implement some new policies to help the cause, like they did with the cast discrimination, but ultimately it’s always the people who need to change.

Inequality adjusted Human Development Index (IHDI) –Indian IHDI
Inequality adjusted Human Development Index (IHDI) –Indian IHDI stands at 0.392 as compared to the HDI of 0.547. In the list of 134 countries, India stands at rank 93, had the dent not been so much, India would have been indicated in the yellow.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012


Is computer a reason for my increasing laziness, I won’t say so but computer with an internet connection, that may be yes. After some serious consideration of the complaints regarding my spending most time in front of the laptop from my uncle, cousin and his wife (my two beautiful nieces won’t mind it though, as I occasionally show them some cartoon movies in it, my sweet hearts) I now acknowledge the truth that I am spending too much time in front of my Compaq, checking facebook, email and watching ridiculous videos on the most spoiling website of them all – YouTube. This sudden realization of truth that the internet is spoiling me and dwarfing my creativity, hurt me real bad, so I gave up my lap for ‘2 whole hours’ and let my creativity to flow free. The end result of my short creative rebirth is presented below, hope you all like it because that is all my creativity could come up with.

Drawing of an eye by Rahul
The drawing of a tree by Rahul

Thursday, October 4, 2012


The meaning of Addiction
I recently saw an exclusive report in a leading Malayalam news channel; the report was on tail of a suggestion made by the Kerala high court aiming at reducing liquor consumption and the news showed some videos in which few school students in their uniforms and school bags were buying alcohol from a beverage shop. After the reporter’s narration of a well written script it was time for exclusivity, like all other news channels lot of distinguished personals were introduced (both in person and on phone) and the discussion was started in hope that it will boost the channel’s Tvr, but little did they realize that there was nothing exclusive about their news. ‘Drink liquor and smoke cigarettes’ has become the slogan of majority of the youths in Kerala for quite some time, they pride themselves in doing it (more so when others see them too), so few school boys in front of the beverage shop buying liquor wouldn't bring much shock to the so literate Keralites.

Liver cirrhosis, lung cancer, pain, agonizing death, what more misery could one want, it seems understanding is one thing but working for it is another. The truth is that everyone knows the health hazard of alcohol consumption and chain smoking; they know what ultimate price they have to pay for such a weakness but how many do avoid/quit its use and help others in doing the same. The numbers suggest that each year the number of people addicted to alcohol and cigarettes are increasing in a drastic way in India (even more increase in death rate due it). The more shocking and concerning fact is that majority of the addicts are in their youth (age range from 14-30), the same youths to whom the future of our country is entrusted. Now alcohol and cigarette (don’t even get me started on Pan Masalas) has become more of an unavoidable bonding agent in most teen friend circles, they believe it will make them look more matured and acceptable to others. I have seen many of my friends start smoking just to get accepted into a school/college gang (it’s like smoking cigarette is their membership card, ‘a daring challenge it is’ they would say) and later become chain smokers. I feel sorry for them for surrendering their lives so easily and at the same time guilty for not preventing them. But I am taking an oath now that “I won’t ever fall a victim to addiction and will save those trapped in its deadly claws”

After all addiction is only a weakness, a weakness to which saying NO is hard but not impossible. So stay away from addictives and live a beautiful life not a half conscious one.
Sign prohibiting the use of alcohol and smoking

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

What Is GOD?

Stars in space with a blue tint

I have always been intrigued by the concept of god, the creator of the universe and beyond, as many say. To get a better opinion about this I googled “What is god?”  And I got the first hit from Wikipedia, definition of god - “God is either the sole deity in monotheism or the monist deity in polytheism”. Another hit says “God is omniscience, omnipotent, omnibenevolent and omnipresent”. Hats off, I would say to all those who understood god.

I asked a few people these questions, Why they believe in god and how do they come to believe? The most common answer I get is that they don’t know how they came to believe but they were sure that there is a supreme power and it is god. But I think people believe in god, because they were told to. As children we were all told by our mothers and grandmothers that god  exists, he is watching us all, punishing whoever does wrong deeds and granting wishes for  those who do good deeds. For a child god is as simple as that, but as we grow older god becomes complex like all other things around us and we start depending on him for every little this, every little that and every little everything. We built a strong belief that someone with the power to do everything is looking after us. But don’t you thing we as an individual have the power to do anything we want by ourselves, look around us, see what we are capable of, if you want to create a new living planet for yourself you can do that, nothing I mean nothing is impossible to us, then why do we need a god? I am asking you.

man standing in a dark room and the light fall on his face

What if we were never told about god? In every person who answered my question, I sensed fear more than belief. They fear god will punish them for every bad thing they had done in their life and some think that god will punish them for even answering such a question. I personally think we as a human race would be happier and peaceful if there is no god. I know things get a whole lot harder when we are responsible for our own actions but does it make it any simpler by putting all that on god. “He has decided our fate and we should live according to his wish”-this is what they say. Open your eyes I plead to you who can’t see, from the very first moment of your birth till now only you are responsible for your life, no one else is and no one will. The blood spilt on the name of god is more than any world war, belief in god cannot bring out the good in a man, he himself has the power to do it but he may need help from his fellow mates.

I am a simple person, I believe in the good of people and what they can achieve by that. I have been in situations where without a certain persons help things would have turned bad. I passed my exams because I studied and deserved the marks I got. I had bad times because in one way or another I was responsible for them, I had good times because I made it happen.

And now it’s time for my final question - Do I believe in god? I believe in myself and the infinite potential man has to do good.

by Rohini Krishnan (R.K)

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Crayon TREE

I had not written any post lately; it was a stressful past two weeks for me and I was in a state of total imagination black out. Couldn't think of anything to write, spent too much time in front of my laptop hoping to write something but wasted most by watching Dexter (a television series and now I think it might be the reason for my stress). Yesterday I switched on my backup generator and thus ended the worst blackout I could remember, small bulbs lit inside my brain titillating the imagination cells and as a result  I drew what you see bellow. I know it’s not much of a masterpiece but the crayons (which are owned by my two beautiful nieces both 4 and 6 years respectively to whom I like to convey my gratitude at this occasion) did help me to relive my stress.

A Crayon drawing by Rahul
Crayon tree

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Reservation is Old but not GOLD

A hotel tag saying Reservation
Are we living in a democratic nation, the reservations and concessions given in all the educational and Job sectors make me ask so. If there was any morality in the reservation system our country follows then I wouldn't have asked this. Almost sixty years back the idea of reservation was apt for our then newly independent democratic nation. For the fundamental growth of the nation, the legislators saw the need for the citizens from all communities and religion to work together discarding their differences. Reservation and concession was thus introduced for minorities and then suffering communities to bring them forth in both education and government affairs. Now two three generations have passed and the people who now does injustice to those suffering are not the upper class any more but are from their own communities who had already harvested the fruit.

Let me tell you the story of one of my friend who is now studying in a well recognized Engineering college and has a long list of exam arrears in his credit. He wasn't that bright in school and got only pass mark in all subjects. He wrote the engineering entrance exam and didn't do well in that too. But he was from an oppressed community, thus he overtook few thousand of students and got admission in one of the best colleges, which he obviously didn't deserve. I said he didn't deserve it not only because he was bad in studies but also he didn't belong to an oppressed community any more. That’s right, it may be wrote in his matriculation or caste certificate that he belong to an oppressed community but his parents, father a recognized scientist in ISRO (Indian Space and Research Organization), mother a professor in an arts college, does seem much oppressed. This is not a work of my imagination or simply an odd case; there are lakhs and crores of such stories all around the country, where the benefits are not reaching those in need. Now the only relevant question is who belongs to the oppressed community and who needs the reservation, the people who don’t have enough earning to even feed their children, the people who were exploited by those with power and money. Not for any lower caste or any minority religion, the reservations and concessions should be given to people (consider all as equal) who don’t have the money to get into a school or college.
The homeless and poor people in India

Reservations and concessions can only be justified if it is given to the deserved. To do so our government should introduce a system to properly monitor the annual income of each and every family and then select a minimum income bellow which the reservation is provided (irrespective of caste and religion), a Minimum Reservation Income (MRI). Thus if a person benefits from the reservation system ones and improves his annual income, which if crosses the MRI, his children won’t be allowed to benefit from the system like his father. If such a system is designed and is put into motion then a time will come when there is no need for the reservations to exist.

A more detailed view on this can be read on one of my other post : Inequality

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