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                                                     It was getting late. In fact it was past midnight. I still could not sleep . How could I, when I had to make a decision that could actually change the direction of my life, in the morning. Two roads diverged and I had to choose one. Devagiri or Farook. Which college should I choose? Tomorrow is the admission. And I still haven’t decided which college is the one I get to call mine. The campus which I can, years from now look upon with fondness and possessiveness. I had done it all,  visited both the campus, checked their websites, asked the students , the pass outs and even looked up into the heaven for guidance. I sighed. Made a final prayer for guidance and finally closed my eyes.  A huge gate was what I saw, one that was once upon a time majestic like the gates of the Taj but now ...

More than tens of  thousand protesters,a heavy rain, empty stomachs and a will as hard as steel. That is what the people of Ernakulam saw on 3 august. A Jaamaate-Islami protest programme in support of the Anti-coup protests in Raba'a Al Adwiya , Egypt against the military coup by general Fatah Al Sissi who is trying to replace the elected president Muhammed Morsi.

'Can I go?' I asked with a sinking heart, I had explained it all & played my part Well of a daughter seeking permission, With all respect and humble submission. "NO" My ears were exhausted, My heart was offended. My brain tried to explain, of reasons that were so absurd. The devil blew in me anger. Anger at hearing NO. Anger at the humiliation. Anger for asking again. Sure they have reasons to give. Sure I try to understand and live. But that single word cuts away my wings. The wings that long to always fly. To see places that always lie only in my dreams. To gain the thing they use as a reason. Those wings are cut and carefully kept away, For I have a good girl's role to play. I still look at it longingly And hope one day they would understand. And hope one day I get to fly.

Dedicated to my special friend, may her eyes be filled with light soon… When I became blind, The whole world became kind. Pity faces full of sympathy, And kind hearts full of empathy, Came up to help and guide, Oh! The people were so kind. But little did they understand, That I am optimistic & can’t Stand the pity faces & sorrow, I always hope for a better tomorrow. Though I am blind, I still see, Because there’s a light inside me. Independent and determined am I, To succeed and rise up to the sky. So don’t worry about me, I can –No – I WILL, coz I am keen                                                 And have God’s help & blessing with me

On this beautiful Ramadan day, All I can pray is, Please show me the way. The worldly pleasures are slowly beckoning, And my mind is fast wandering. Many sins have I committed. On this day my report I have submitted. By the days yet to come,Oh God, I request you to forgive my sins & not, Put me in the burning hell fire, Where I belong with my whole attire. By the days yet to come, Oh God, I ask you to increase my good deeds & not, Make me go on a path of astray As many pray everyday! Many sins I committed I repeat, And the days are short for me to repent. I don't stop here, repenting and praying, For I badly need God's forgiveness, if you only knew what I was saying!

100s of college boys. 15 girls. 20 male police and 3 female. Yelling slogans with spirit we tried to burst through the barricaded gates of Calicut university. The police force tried to stop us. Hitting us with their lathis. Arresting us. Trying to demotivate us. The female police?? Well they simply tried to demotivate and descarf us. They pulled at the scarfs and shawls that we had on our heads forcing us to withdraw. On 13 June the SIO workers conducted a University march protesting the University's atrocities, demanding that they release the ever chained up results of the private institutions and the last year's exam reaults. For those who don't know about Calicut University- this a routine procedure we always follow. Months ,even years pass before we get the result of a exam. Unless someone actually raise some slogans and fight with those police at the gates, the results just vanish. We have to fight for our rights here. We struggle to study here. We won that day! A...

Never heard of this before? Actually you have. Think again. Nope it’s not one of those chocolate-not-good-for-you thing. And it definitely have nothing to do with the amount of chocolate we consume a day. In reality, it has nothing to do with chocolate! GOT YOU! Don’t get me wrong, I am among those who can’t live without chocolate every day. Chocolate is my first love. But this is all about that criticism “popular culture” or campus culture get. Some people call it chocolate culture. And those books that are based on these chocolate culture dear naïve readers are termed chocolate books. Apparently these books don’t deal with serious issues, Its main target audience is the youth( that I agree upon), it has mostly bad language ( what ‘they’ mean is you know language that is not sophisticated and complicated with weird metaphors and idioms) and they are mostly about love, environment, friendship, girls worried over a pimple and guys dead keen on buying the latest model cars. ‘T...