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"But whoso does good works, whether male or female, and is a believer, such shall enter Heaven and shall not be wronged even as much as the little hollow in the back of a date-stone (Al Quran 4:125)"  Time and again, we claim in words how the mighty religion shows no bias against the genders and all are equal in the eyes of God and yet time and again we prove to act otherwise. I saw such a hypocritical imbibed social negligence today that made my blood boil over. Running around the Markaz Complex in Calicut looking for sponsors for a social event, I found that one of the highlighted Masjids of Calicut town, didn't have a single room for women to enter. Looking around for a place to pray, I found one, a tiny little room hidden away in the darkest corner where no one can see and anyone who does see mistakes it for a toilet! Such is the importance given to women who believe in God and likes to keep their prayers intact. 

Amidst the mighty rose bush, Stood a tiny lonesome weed. The roses glow with their blush The weed bowed his heavy head, indeed. The rosy charm was glorified. The cursed weed watched silently, mystified.

Dear Mr.Modi, All prejudices aside, let me first congratulate you on your victory. Only a man of caliber, great leadership and cunningness can achieve this great milestone. I mean not everyone gets to be the PM of a country ,especially a man who was barred entry into the United states, have 1000s of people's blood on his hand and have a lot of angry betrayed people who like to get their justice. But I guess it pays to have a huge blind and faithful illiterate followers at your side.

" You can never say goodbye if you love with your heart" " Even though we are miles apart... you are here with me always" " Distance do not kill relations ... doubts do" Ya ya..we all heard it.. we all said it. All of us had that moment ...that farewell speech which promised to stay in touch, that tears when we hugged our friends moving to a different place, that determination to make the friendship work when you jump into a plane to go to college, away from your school buddies and  simply even split into a different class as your best friend. And here we are years or months or weeks or days later.. and do we even know what our EX best friend is or even doing ??? 

For those of you have'nt read the back cover of an A05 textbook prescribed by the Calicut unversity for third sem students, here is what it says: " Literature and contemporary Issues , is an attempt to sensitise students to some of the complex socioeconomic realities of the world around them. It presents a variety of viewpoints on a range of interrelated issues- human rights, discrimination based on  racial and caste boundaries, gender issues, issues related to globalisation and the new economic order" Giving proper stress to the above underlined words, read the following headline seen in a paper in July 2013 issue: " Ibrahim Al- Rubaish's Ode To The Sea pulled from Calicut University Syllabus " Still don't understand the irony ? continue reading... It was in 2007, the book 'Poems From Guantanamo : The Detainees Speak' in which Rubaish's poem 'Ode to the Sea' was published.At that time, American poet-critic, Rober...

I am an NRI. From the most “orthodox; Antifreedom” monarchy in the world. Saudi Arabia. And guess what ? my school had a liberal policy regarding Hijab. It was a choice. That’s right, in a country where the world criticizes about lacking freedom of religious expression , degrading women, a Muslim nation where non-Muslims have no say in its political matters, have schools that makes Hijab a choice –not  a compulsion. Most of the Muslims don’t bother covering their heads let alone the others. Oh that is because it was a Indian embassy school you say ? Well it is the same in all girls schools and colleges. Outside we did have to wear Abayas. But that was mostly because of tradition rather than for the concept of Hijab. But a headscarf was something even Muslims took lightly. That is the case of “THE monarchy” dear readers.

                                                     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 ...