A Typical College Day of a Typical Malayali Girl

I sat in front of the mirror, fresh out of shower, my loose curls clinging to my cotton churidar top, still dripping, probably in a hurry to leave my body. There I was, all dressed in a perfectly ironed salwar kameez, which happens to be three-fourth sleeved, because that’s in fashion? Hell no. Because that’s the modest length and no one is brave enough around here to sport a sleeveless top. It’d be against the rules of the institution. I struggled to tie up my hair. It’s quite long and frizzy. I had to tie it up. If left loose, it’d be a pain in the as..wait.. It’d be a lot of trouble for everyone around. 

Especially in the bus. The bus that I have to take on a regular basis is really crowded. You can compare it with the famous Delhi metro. There you go, now you have a fair idea. I was once told by the conductor to tie up my hair. That was embarrassing. I put a black bindi right between my eyebrows that resemble a cute little forest sprawling around, with no rules, no boundaries. 

I pinned my shawl on both the sides, because that’s how the rule goes around here. I was already sweating with all the clothes on and felt suffocated.

I stepped out of home like that. People  saw me and asked “What happened? Did something go wrong?” and then I realized, “Shit. I forgot to wear my kajal.” Yet I smiled and answered, “Nothing at all. Woke up late.” Technically, that’s true too. I wake up late everyday. 

As I was waiting for the bus, gazes followed me. Some friendly, some not. I smiled at the familiar faces and acted like I haven’t seen the others. That’s how we all do it here. I kept adjusting my shawl, fumbling with it on both the sides, with my bag on. 

I looked through Facebook and saw all the feminist haters, calling women “Feminazi”, this time, the case of a particular female actor. I made a post myself, supporting the actress, simply because I thought she didn’t do much of a mistake. Shouldn’t have done that. My phone kept beeping with notifications as people started debates with me, some that can be called discussions, and others that are called bashing in the new world. I switched it to silent mode and sat silently myself. I didn’t have the energy for all this. “Then why did you talk about it in the first place?”. They called me stupid. That I didn’t know the full story. Fair enough. But do they know the full story? I kept thinking and pondering from this topic to several others as the bus moved from my hometown to the place where my college is located. 

Hour after hour, lecturers came in and left. They talked about women empowerment, equality and so much more as we listened, segregated – boys side and girls side. They called themselves feminists and asked us to place our shawls on both sides. They called it safety. 

Some briefed us on the patience needed for a wife, the care a mother has to provide for her child. They also encouraged us to go for further studies and considered financial independence as the main goal of a girl. Everything went hand in hand. Work, marriage, parenting.

As classes got over, again came a bus journey. This time, I was standing beneath a lady’s arm, holding my breath and cursing myself for being this short. I got down and took the next bus,rushing and pushing through the crowd easily,  running after the bus. Well, being small comes with its perks too. 

Back home, mother enquired anxiously as to why I was late. I kissed her cheek and said that I had special class. 

I sat in front of the mirror, fresh out of the shower, my hair tied up into a messy bun, wearing a t-shirt and  skirt. I fell onto the bed tired. Just tired. 

That’s how it is. A typical day of a Malayali girl. 
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Things people should NOT say from 2018

You see, I’m a person of words. You tell me something and I take every word you utter into my mind and analyse it. There are certain words, phrases actually, that I personally hate and I’m sure most of you can relate. I sincerely hope people would stop saying these phrases from the next year on. So, here goes :

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Maybe it’s time to end the ‘Too’!

Too short, too tall, too fat, too thin, too dark, too fair, too hairy, too everything and anything! 

What’s with all the too?! 

I can’t believe that I’m living in 2017 and this generation still has few set beauty standards. Someone who is slightly different, is judged as not “perfect”. And you know what? Perfect is an illusion. There’s no one who’s perfect. But somehow, there’s perfection when all your imperfections come together. That little mole on your cheek, those large beautiful eyes staring at the world, that scar you’ve on your belly – these little imperfections (as the world calls it), makes you YOU. They prove that you’re real. They show that YOU are imperfectly perfect. Hence, you’re beautiful. 

Yes, we may be too “something”. But it’s time we stopped caring. It’s time to change our perspective. Your mother with her cuddly body maybe the most beautiful woman on this earth to you. Your sister who smiles as she listens to the heartbeat of the child in her stomach maybe the most beautiful woman to you at that moment.

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Let’s break the stereotypes. Let’s embrace a whole new idea of beauty. Because every woman is beautiful, no matter what the whole world says. 

Liebster Award!

I was awarded the Liebster award! All thanks to storyspiller for this one!

What’s the Liebster award, you ask? The Liebster award is a prestigious honor for those who have less than 200 followers. All you need to know about this award is listed below:


  • This award is given to bloggers by other bloggers who have less than 200 followers.
  • The word “Liebster” – a German word which has several meanings: dearest, sweetest, kindest, nicest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute,  and endearing.
  • It follows similar principles as a chain letter, in the sense that it should be passed forward to a certain number of people. The choice is whether you Accept itand continue to forward it (which you should do) The idea is to recognize the effort and  gives you a motivation to write and express yourself.

Here are the rules for this award:

  1. Acknowledge the blog who nominated you for this award.
  2. Answer 11 questions the blogger gave you.
  3. Give 11 random facts about yourself.
  4. Nominate 11 blogs.
  5. Notify them.
  6. Give them 11 questions to answer.

Now here I begin.

Random facts about me:

  1. I’m a left hander.
  2. I’m scared of heights.
  3. I love singing in the bathroom.
  4. I absolutely adore animated movies.
  5. I’m an extremely lazy person and hardly gets out of bed but imagines all the wonderful things I could do.
  6. I love desserts and chocolates and anything that’s sweet.
  7. I’m a total cat person but find dogs cute as well.
  8. I’m actually better at speaking than writing.
  9. I’m from Kerala, thus, love rain.
  10. I’m a trustworthy person and people often come to me with their secrets.
  11. I love listening to semi-classical songs and I find it soothing.


Onto the questions that was asked by storyspiller and my asnwers:

1. If you could go anywhere only once in your lifetime, where would you go?

France. I’d love to visit someday.

2. If you could be a magician or wizard, what would use your powers for?

I’d vanish poverty and make myself invisible so that I can steal cupcakes from shops!

3.What is your favorite cake flavor?

Chocolate. It’s amazing!

4.Chewy or crispy? 


5.If you give the whole world a speech, what would you talk about?

Equality. In all terms; caste, creed, gender, status and so on.

6.If you could change one of your physical features, which one would you change? 

Well, this is tough to answer. I’m short. So I could make myself tall. But people call me cute now. I don’t want to take that away either. Yeah, so nothing needs to be changed!

7.Which Disney Character are you most like? 

Olaf, because I’m sweet and nice(well, most of the times) and is ready to melt down for the people I love.

8.If you were to die tomorrow, would you be happy with the life you’ve lived? 

This is deep. NO. I wouldn’t be happy because I feel like there’s so much more to do. Unfulfilled dreams equal to unhappiness, right?

9.If you could eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Chapatti and Kerala style Chicken curry. YUM!

10.If you could live in a book or a movie, which one would you choose? Which book/movie? 

Cloudy with a chance of meatballs! Food falling from the sky! How cool is that?! Harry Potter too. But I don’t want to live in there for long. Can get a bit creepy you know.

11.What is your favorite sport? 

I’m not at all a sports person. The only sport I play is badminton. Hence, I’d stick with that.

Now, I’m going for an open nomination. I think everyone who did start a blog is already a true winner. So, anyone (below 200 followers) willing to take up this award, can definitely go ahead! On to the questions now!


  1. If there’s one adventure sport that you so badly want to try, which one is it?
  2. What are you passionate about, other than writing?
  3. If you’re invisible for a day, what would you do?
  4. How would you describe yourself in one word?
  5. Where do you want to visit and never come back?
  6. Who is the biggest motivator in your life?
  7. When did it hit you that you should start a blog?
  8. What do you consider as the greatest achievement in your life so far?
  9. What is the one thing that you’d like to do before you die?
  10. If you were given three wishes, what would you ask for?
  11. Which fictional character best describes you?

So that’s an end to that.

I hope you answer my questions! Thank you again storyspiller ( https://storyspillerblog.wordpress.com/ )  for the nomination! Means a lot.



Modern feminism – An independence war in shortage of weapons — decluttering my life

Check out this wonderful blog post on modern day feminism and how it’s getting a wrong meaning.


No victorious war has been fought in lack of effective arms. What kinds of gun are available for modern feminists? Feminism is a real war of independence. The battlefields involve all aspects of life. Getting entitled to make some decisions marks the advancements. However, loud choirs of pretentious voices are yelling that their secondary […]

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