What actually made this “Delhi Gang Rape” so special?

Even if it’s your father/mother/brother/relatives assault you on an individual basis or gang based, it could also be claimed as rape and it need not be always some one from outside /strangers! Then where have these protesters all gone when in Kerala, which is ought to be called “The God’s own country” has reported rape cases each day where a girl child is been raped by her own father/mother/brother/relatives. Does the fear of been getting limited media coverage made the current protesters to keep mum?

Time flies..!!!

Before the dusk, the stars beamed... Yes! It’s December J

Msg I recieved perfectly on time :)

we are like tea bags.Our true strength comes out when we are put in hot water.So when problems upset you,just think,you must be god's favourite cup of tea

Going through a tough time!!!

I may seem to be matured in this attire...but am still in adolescence where I have got a mind like a roller coaster in which all emotions are keep on changing within seconds!!!!

Nyayangal !

Ravile nerathe enneekanem enudarnu…athinuvendi thaneya alaram 6.15am thane set cheythitu thalenu rathri kidane…6.15nu alarm vechathat 6.15nu thane eneekan vendi alla….apo vechale oru 7 manikenkilum ezhunelkullu…bell adikumbo snooze akam,enitu pinem kidakam..urakkatheenu ennikkangane petanonumennikkan patilla ,atha….eneetayudane thane blanket madakki vechu….pine mobilenu charge undo enn nokki,oru kattaye poyitullu,apo nale charge cheyam enn karuti ath vittu…pine vandiyude shabdam kettapo janalinu purathek nokki,ksrtc valathom ano enn ariyan,bus samaram alle,valla vandiyum odunundo enariyan nokitha…evde…ath etho oru school bus ayirunnu….shooo daily dairy ezhuthan undalo enorthapola madi onude koodiye…ennitu book vegam edthu…inale office il vech cheytha karyangalokke note cheythu vecha oru paper indarnu,athu nokki ingane points akki ezhuti..ooo samadanam…businte horn adikettu vegam purathekku nokki ksrtc ano enn ariyan,apo dha veendum etho oru school bus….apola mummy vilichat parayane kadalakkari onnu thaalikkan..adukalayil poyi oru savala arinju apolekkum mummy masala podiyokke oru patrathil akki vechirunnu…pine cheenachatti gasil vechu enit chatti choodayapo enna ozhichu…apo dha veebdum oru businte shabdham…parayano?veendum etho oru school bus…arinjuvecha savala chattiyilekku ittu..athu morinjapo masala kootam ittu…pine nerathe vevichuvecha kadala ittu …angane kadalakkari thaalich kaynju….bexelnum koodi kaapi kodukanem enum paranju mummy paalum veellavum panchasaryum oru patrathil ozhichu gasil vechu.Pine athum nokki nippayi njan..kappi podi ittuvekuna kuppiyude moodiyil 2 spoon kappipodim ittu vellan thillakkunnathum kathirunnu….veendum businte horn adiketapo urapichu ith ethenkilum oru school bus ayirikum enn…pakshe ithavana pratheekshakal thettich ksrtc bus anu vadokkot poyathu…oooo bus apo oodithudangiyo?santhoshamano sangadamano enn ariyila..entho oru vigarathil njan alochichu “apo office il pokanem alle”…vegam kaapi undakki…pine puttum kadalakkariyum kazhichu…enita ormavanne,palluthekkatha kariyam…athinu palluthekkathe kazhikunnath ith adyamayittalla…ennalum office il pokan ulath kond vegam poyi pallu thech vannu…apolekum vadakkuninum ksrtc bus allukalem thikkinirachu poyikaynju…oppam thane randu moonu school busum….ithenum matrem kuttikal undo ee naatil enn orthupyi…thuruthura school bus anu purathu nokkiya kannune….enthina ee pillarokke ernakulathpoyi padikkunne? vallarpadath nalla oru school undalo?malayalam medium ayathu kondano?atho thangalude makkalle swantham “status” nu cherna schoolil cherthu padipikkanem enna mathapithakkalude dushyatyamo? alla ,angane chotikan enikaavila..karanem njanum bexelum thrikkakkarayilanu padichae,athum paalam polum varatha aa kaalath…boatinu poyi !!...athu enthina ennu choticha parayum , mummy avide arnu padipiche,athkond njagale randuperem avide cherthu….athpole ororutharkum kannum ororo nyayangal!!! ayo mamine vilich parayte,ivide bus ilanu..athu kond inu officel varan patilanu…

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There seems no wonder when people broaden their gorgeous smile on their face when they need some help from us !!!

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The whole thing is becoming mechanical….life has lost its aroma…still wishes to be…!!!!Blank…totally blank….

Question everything!!!

Does that make you mad?irritated?or gives satisfaction?I am always lost by asking the "why"part of everything...sometimes it is better to believe than to question!!!

hmmm

“Where is honey????????She is missing!!!She is nowhere in the house, I searched everywhere” yelled my mother. ‘Mummyyy I am on my bed…’I replied in a dizziness way. I saw my mother standing right next to my bed and searching for me. I started laughing and screamed “I am hereeeeeeeeeee”. But none heard. I arouse from my bed but I was surrounded by a lavender mountain.I looked around to check where this place is. I could see my bag and books all kept very untidy on the table as I kept it in the last night. Of course this is my room. Then why this place so strange to me? I got confused. I walked and this was like a walk to the beach where your legs always go inside the sand. Ohh nooo...It’s my favorite blanket that seems to be lavender mountain...and the beach is my own bed…what happened to me?????????I looked at myself. Suddenly some kind of insects or animal, doesn’t know what it is, went beside me and entered into a hole. It looks like a big ant. How dare it walks through my bed without any concern??? I had a random thought .Did I go small? I can’t move my blanket an inch, it’s too heavy now. yeahhhhhhh I think I shrink!!! Like the kids who got shrunk by their own father who is a scientist in the English movie “Honey I shrunk the kids” I too became small and no one can see me. I think the insect that looks like a big ant is not a big ant but a small ant; I rolled and laughed in a big voice and I fell down .Wowww a soft bed .I looked upwards to look the place I am now and it was my mother’s leg! She feels like something got bitten in her legs and started scrubbing her leg, I said “nooooooo” but who is there to hear? Due to her forceful rubbing, I was again thrown out and this time I was near to a big hole. I closely gazed into the whole and found many ant like insects dancing and eating. I hope it’s a wedding party. I entered like an uninvited guest and the guard who was at the entrance looked at me as I am an alien, though it is true I didn’t like his attitude. A big round table was there and I think it has got chocolate cream inside it,and ants are dancing around this. When I closely looked at this I recognized it as my creamy dark chocolate biscuit. Ohh how did these tiny creatures found and stolen my biscuit which I kept in a secret place where even my brother couldn’t find till date?! I was surprised and got angry with these ants! ‘Stupids’ I murmured. Then a gracious old lady ant came near to me and offered a part of “my” creamy dark chocolate biscuit. She was very kind to me. In a corner I saw a group of ants seriously discussing about some operation. When I came closer to them, they stopped their discussion. Later I understood that they were planning how to steal the chocolate cake my mother had bought for my birthday .I wonder how these creatures are updated about the eatables in my house. They know exactly where the things are kept more than me. The operation team leader, the fatty ant came closer to me and said “We need your support” with an angry tone. He is the one who is behind my shrunkeness and this is a kind of kidnapping, kidnapping for a chocolate cake!!!I ran from there with all my energy and I made fallen the gracious old lady ant who was the only one who was kind to me. I didn’t even have time to say at least “sorry” for her. When I looked back I saw a troop of ants following me with weapons like ice cream stick and I got even more scared! I started crying in a loud voice. “Honey…honey…” I heard my mother’s voice and I looked around for her, but of vain. “Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday Dear Honey …. Happy Birthday to you”. I opened my eyes. I looked around to check where this place is. I could see my bag and books all kept very untidy on the table as I kept it in the last night. Of course this is my room. This place no longer seems so strange to me. I could see my lavender blanket. And also the small tiny busy ant that goes beside me to the nearby hole. I can also see the fine particles of my creamy dark chocolate biscuit here and there. “Mummy……where is my chocolate cake”?????????? I yelled. ‘It’s there dear’ she assured me. “Thank god! The operation was not success”!!! I sighed.

I do not want people to be agreeable ,as it saves me the trouble of liking them