I write in black.

Unlike any other colour black has lots of stories. It can tell us story about almost all living and non-living organisms existing and existed. Black is history. Black is present. Black is future.
I write at night because Night is fresh, Night is silent. Night is peace. Night is beautiful because the night is black just like mother’s beautiful black hair. And thus I write in Black.
Black is gorgeous. Black is husky and Black is everything.
       
1. Jaguar XJ Black: Dreams do come true?
     

       I am always fascinated to see this black sexy lady passes by me in style every single day while I wait for my office cab in the NH47 Kochi. It makes me pine and crazy for her when she has her sexy black out fit on, especially when she is wet in rain. I envy those people driving her in style and pride especially if he has a black shirt on as it increase my jealousy to the maximum. Sometimes I even scream to my colleague that “I hate that man”. I don't know why I do that.
    I used to pray to God to give me at least the outfit of a rich man to test drive this black lady once. I wish what Sachin told when India won world cup, happens to me as well, "Dreams do come true".
          Don’t they?

2. HTC Desire 816 Black: A desire:

I bought a new cell phone a month back. HTC Desire 816 .While I was spending more time in gsmarena.com than SAP at office I found a beauty in the form of cell phone. As I always do prefer black, I clicked on the black one. But soon I realized white looks better than black. All my friends seconded me.
          I waited in front of the shop one whole evening to buy the mobile which was in vein. They did not have enough stock of white that evening and they asked me to come next day. Because there was no demo mobiles show cased I opted white without any second thought which I bought it very next day morning.
       Last Friday I was enjoying a cup of hot black tea at my office cafeteria mesmerising the rain pouring down slowly as the people walking out side holding their black umbrellas was a great scenery when you look at it from the ninth floor of a building. That was when my eyes caught another beautiful sight right next to me as the former. That was HTC Desire 816 Black.
    Believe me I would be the saddest person on earth till I replace my phone's chase with original black chase on August 1.

3. RayBan Black Wayferer: Hey blacky,You will never be 'Ban'ned always:

 "Man take it off. Don’t flaunt much”. Many of my friends have told this to me many times. Yes, I am a goggles fan too. Can I trust you? There is a secret. I even wear it at night while chatting with friends over Whatsapp when the lights are off. It helps me to reduce the effect of brightness of phone on my eyes. Believe me it works in a great way.
      While I was window shopping at Lulu mall Kochi, I found my black eyes stopped obeying my brain. They were frozen sighting some stunning beauty like a space shuttle lost its connection from its space station. No, it was not a girl in black saree. It was a Black RayBan Wayferer who caught my eyes tight. Even though my black eyes were almost out from the eye socket seeing the price tag, my brain said "my black eyes, this black beauty will be gifted to you very soon".

4. A pair of black shoes:A Hope

Those pair of black casual shoes with white lace were really stunning for me. It was not branded, it does not have a complicated design. It was a very simple one with low price. Unfortunately I found this one after spending the last bit of money from my black wallet. Still I asked my friend to transfer the money to buy it. He said he will transfer it by afternoon. I went home restlessly and waited. I wore my black lee cooper sandals right after I saw the new message that popped up in my phone saying "your account has been credited with......"
   Was I running? Yes I was a bit. I took my second breath when I reached in front of the shop. Excited to the core, I got inside taking a long breath as I found an emptiness in the space were those beautiful black shoes were show cased. I understood it was the last piece which got sold out as the shop keeper told me that the local factory closed their production because they were incurring loss.
    I used to visit that shop once in a while hoping to see a richness of black in the same emptied space.

5. Those gorgeous black eyes, I fell in love with:

        I was late to the class that day like every other day of my just started CA Intermediate classes. As I was screaming to the Corporate law faculty shooting points to the sleepy studious students, “May I come in sir”. It was not his voice I heard first.
 "Munbe ...vaa  yen anbe vaa"
    I don’t know who was playing my most favourite song composed by academy award winner AR Rahman, for me while my black sleepy eyes got locked with a pair of beautiful blithesome black eyes. I don't know why I felt a sudden urge for those.
          Today, While I soothe those gorgeous black eyes filled with bubbles of tears beneath those beautiful eye lashes, rich in micro rainbows reflecting from the balmy evening sun, I know that I am going to own these exasperated black eyes very soon.

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The mother who killed her daughter

At the court;
      Her face was pale but the smile on her lips proclaimed pride and happiness while inside the wooden building facing the laws of the land. The verdict awarded her with a capital punishment for one of the most sinful things a woman could ever do which enlightened her paled face to the maximum like an old building recently coated with a white paint. When she was asked by a reporter outside the court “what was the motive behind killing her child”; all she said was “I am glad that I could do it”. She heard someone saying “ rotten piece of filth”.

Me;
 I don’t have a name to introduce myself  to you but my mommy call me sweetie. This is my story, I don’t know whether it can be called as a story. But believe me my mommy used to tell me her stories. She used to tell me “sweetie, everyone has their own story”. Her stories are full of hatred  and pain. She said to me once that she don’t want me to replace her” as my Mommy was an illegitimate child; people call them Bastard. She told me that her mother (My grandmother, I haven’t seen her though) was a prostitute. I don’t even know what it means. But mommy told me its sin. That was how my mommy was born as a bastard. Her classmates used to call her “dog” not because it is an animal but because dogs are bastards and dogs are like prostitutes. I did not understand the last part.

    Most of the stories would have things I don’t understand. She told me once that when she was 14, she was raped brutally by a middle aged man who was introduced to her by her mother.She said it was the most painful thing a girl could have both physically and mentally. She was harassed by her mother for more than 6 years and then I was born in my mommy’s womb. She said she don’t want me to be called as a “Dog” like her. She don’t want me to be raped by some dogs as well. She want me to be safe and happy.She told me I will be very safe in this place and she will come back to me very soon.

       I miss her a lot now. Though I don’t remember her face, I remember her sound. I know she would be very beautiful like the angel who brought me here. My Mommy's voice is very sweet, I would say a perfect voice for a perfect story teller but she used to cry often while telling stories. I would better say “we both cry together, My Mommy cry telling the story, I; hearing her cries.
      Today is the day she promised that she would come back to me. I am so much excited to see her. From today I could ask questions when she tells me stories unlike before.
Even though my mommy says “Everybody has their own story”,  I am not sure whether it was my story or can it be called as a story. May be my story starts today, maybe I don’t have a story.

Ladies, we have some thing to tell you!!

‘All the men are like this’. An unpleasant sentence we men hate to hear from the women's mouth which turned out to be
a common,disagreeable and most repeated sentence for them. It sounds like we are inhuman, hypocrite,pervert and
sex maniac.
     When you say ‘All the men are like this’ please count the number of boys and men you know. Facebook or your cell
phone might help you on this. How many bad experience do you have? I believe 95% of the girls did not have any bad
experience from the people you have listed now. All you might know is the news you read in newspaper or you
happened to come accross through some other media.Oh yea,we would recommend the court (if we could) to cut down those penis for god sake.
       For those who say ‘he ogles at me big time’. Let me ask you one question. How many of you don’t stare any of them back
and how many of you do not enjoy any of them staring at you.I knew the answer already. Nothing more than a BIG ZERO.
      Sex is a very common thing in the society now a days. If a boy made love with a girl he loves and their parents happened to know about that?
    “Son of a ****, you ruined her life”. Even the girl who made love to him would say the same though it was her fifth person down the track. The boy who lost his virginity for his love suffers. The answer to his question would surely be
     ‘You are a boy’.
Because the society values girl’s virginity, not boys’. Why? Because we don’t have hymen? How about a guy who going to marry you says, "I am not virgin", will you marry him?
       When you heard about Murukan who raped a girl in the train and killed her, you said ‘All the men are like this’. Think about
the greatest personalities in India. Think about your father, Brother, best friend, boyfriend, husband and your son. Think
about the person who still pays the salary to the family of the same girl who was raped and killed.Curse Murukan, Not the
entire male community.
    When a friend who is a boy asks you to his life, you would say “how could he even think like that?” I believe he was opening
up himself to you. He was asking you whether you could be with him till the end because you are so special for him and he don’t want to miss you in his life ever, may be not even for asingle day. If you don’t like him tell him ‘I cannot be like that, I am sorry’. Instead what you would say is ‘All the boys are like this’. Hello, he was not asking you to bed. He was letting you know how much special you are for him.
     For those who think we don’t even hesitate to wear some one’s inner wear. Mam, you might have heard it in films and
for your kind information it happens only in films.
     Let me lent the thoughts someone shared through social media which i came across revently. Boys never ask his friend “Hey, your sister is so hot, introduce her to me".For us, sister to a friend is our sister too but I have heard girls saying ‘Sameera, your brother is so hot and handsome, introduce him to me yaar’.This sound really normal! Do you really think so?
     I know so many men who working abroad for years to make his family sound in all aspects who could visit their family only once in 3 or 5 years. They do every single thing to cut their cost to give one more pair of dress to his child back at home. They sacrifice their happiness so that their children studies without any sufferings and let their wife b happy.There are brothers who quit studies to make his younger siblings go school. My grandpa was of the same kind.There are fathers and brothers who work day and night to get his daughter or sister married.
      We are born a bit wild, a bit harsh and may be a bit rude. We accept it.But we always understand you as a father, as a brother, as a friend, as a husband or as a son. You don’t understand us every time though.I believe we proved it through participation in the protest against the Delhi rape case and I am extreamly proud to point out that we numbered twice than the entire female Protestants. I am pretty sure that it justifies my point.
     Have you ever realized when you curse the entire male community of the country, that you have a father who protects you and keeps you out of danger,you have a brother who fights with you often but takes you out for movies, shopping and cares about you so much, you have a best friend who surprises you on your birthday with your favourite gifts, you have a boyfriend who cross the road with you in such a way that if a vehicle hits accidently, it hits him not you, you have a
husband who takes your screaming child outside the cinema hall and let you watch the entire film? You enjoy every moment we give you and you curse the entire male community in the very next tick of the clock as a news flashes in the TV. You would say again “Why all these men are like this?”
     A son, a bother ,a friend, a boyfriend, a husband, a father ,a grandfather, if you think they have influenced you at some
point in your life then next time when your brain commands you to shoot the dialogue ‘All the men are like this’. Stop and try to empathize it once. Don’t we deserve a bit of respect? If you think ‘yes’ then please stop screaming out this unpleasing rotten dialogue on our face and try to be be specific.