Hidden Savior.

She sat in front of the laptop screen, fingers grazing over the keyboard at lightning speed.It was her home, her sanctuary. People asked her questions, she gave answers. She made people know that they are amazing, the way they are. They needn't change.For anyone, for anything.

People constantly sent her problems, again and again. Sometimes threatening to kill her if she didn't answer. She would answer them unabashed, not caring for a speckle in the world. Her answers would spit out all the furious goodness she had. People worshiped her, thanked her for all the goodness she showed. She was the messiah for many. Their life was a putty in their hands. She called herself an online counsellor, They called her a savior.
Again, she took her cup of coffee, sat in front of the screen, answering the gazillion questions she received. Right from people needing help to cope up from bitter break-ups to people sending absurd questions about her virginity. She answered them, answered them all, in the best way she could. She was a life-saver, she was there for people who had nobody else to rely upon. People didn't believe in her families but her.

And as the alarm ring, she zipped up her boots, put her bag, and went out. And now, she was no one. She was no saviour, she was no life saver. She was just a common girl, walking her own way, making her own ways.


Just like her, many people, knowingly or unknowingly are your saviors.
And these hidden saviors, make world a better place.
And you can be one too.
How?
Just be good :)

-DaYumfooDie.
Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Girls deserve to be Destroyed.

Welcome to today's India, where you open the first page of the newspaper and day after day, without fail, somewhere in a corner, there would be a hidden article stating 'Girl raped in xyz area of the country',' Women molested and beaten by her husband and in-laws' or '19-Year old committed suicide because her in'laws pestered her for Dowry'. Earlier my blood boiled whenever I read such articles, thinking that why on earth are us women suspected to such gory and heinous acts? Why us? 

Are we weaker? No.
Did we commit any crimes down the history for us to be punished? No.

Do we women pose as a threat to the county and the men worldwide? Hahahahahaha. No.

As far as my 16 and a half year old brain understands, people who do wrong are and should be punished. And since we women are punished on a very regular basis, all I can conclude is we women deserve it. Yes you heard that right.
We women Deserve to be raped, deserve to be molested, deserve to be killed for no reason, deserve to be tortured mentally and physically. Women deserve to be Destroyed.

Why you ask? I'll tell you.
Because women give birth to douchebag men who rape and kill. Scratch that, women give birth in general, they carry a life inside them for 9 months, taking care of that unborn baby more than herself, sacrificing her comforts and pleasures.
Because women are the ones who change homes and names after marriage, leaving the comfort of their parents and coming to live with you. Acting as a servant, wife, co-employee, co-breadwinner, friend, sister and what not.
Because women constitute almost half of the population of India, we oh-so deserve to die.
Because since the dawn of time, women like Marie Curie, Helen Keller, Indira Gandhi, Indira Nooyi and  Rani Laxmibai have made their mark in this crude patriarchal society.
Because women have become millionaire authors, amazing CEOs, First achievement mountaineers, Amazing directors, Amazing actresses, Doctors, Engineers, Lawyers, Farmers, Nurses, Teachers, Sportspeople, IAS officers, Presidents, Prime Ministers. You name it, We have done it.


But You know what? We deserve to die. We don't deserve humanity or respect or equality at all. Men, you're ding a great job exploiting women all day, everyday. Go ahead, it's YOU who deserve to arise and shine, not us. Not your mothers, sisters,girlfriends, wives, crushes, aunts, nieces, We all deserve to be subdued. Let's just leave it that.

Am I right?

AM I RIGHT?

-DaYumfooDie.

Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

P.S.- If you seriously didn't understand the inert sarcasm and underlying message of this post, YOU are the Kind of people we need to eradicate and improve in our society.
And if you did get my point, please spread this message, Make a difference.

Innocence

She woke up at dawn
Stretched like a Cheshire Cat
Stifled a yawn.

Dragged herself to brush her enamel pearls,
Bathed, dressed up
Set her hair in curls.

Then came up the tedious part,
Applying all makeup to hide her marks
'Twas tough, she didn't know that art.

Everyday she came out with a new zeal
Thinking they would be merciful, but still
Everyday, her purity they steal.

She was a broken doll in their hands
Unwillingly, she fell in this trap
They beat her, defiled her, her arms tied by bands.

Their filthy hands, travel up her torso
She has to allow, she can't stop them
Cause if she doesn't, she'll be whipped, Hell No!

And they use her, hurt her, without any fail.
They make her numb, with force, with pain
And she just stays afloat, she  just sails.

 And she cries herself to sleep not 'cause of the pain
 But because she cannot resist the filth
 and all her struggles go totally vain.

 She never chose to be so gullible, so fragile,
 But  now she is deprived, deprived of
 her beauty, her innocence, her smile.

-DayumfooDie
 laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Success.

What makes Great People? The fact that they are different.

Was Shakespeare born with the plot of Romeo and Juliet? No.

Was E=mc^2 the first words that Albert Einstein said? No.

Did the Beatles make their first hit when they were a part of their school music groups? No.

What is common in all of these people is that they worked really hard and they were different. They were not born with a silver spoon in their mouth, or with their respective talents or with the garnered fame. They made it.

They were all common people like you and me. They had the same eyes and brains and hands as you and me. The only difference was that they worked hard, they did not listen to what others had to say. They knew what and how they had to do. And the did it. 

Not that they did it in a day, but it must have taken a lot of curses, days, restless hours of perseverance and exhausting dedication and hard work to do it. But guess what, they did it. And you clearly see where and what they are now.

Success is not a subordinate result of one day of schedule-making, one hour of hard work, or a week of dedication. Whoever thinks that success comes easy, is really not successful. Real success lies in satisfaction and happiness too.

Success is not a one direction process, it takes perseverance, dedication, hard-work, time, mettle, knowledge, goal-orientation, sacrifices and the desire to succeed to actually get to the goal. Right from short-term processes like getting an A-Grade in the Math test to long-term achievements like making your won successful music albums, all these factors play a vital role.

So, if you're planning to do something. Sit and Think, on whether you really want to do it. If you work hard trust me mate, you can make it. Nobody is born great, we all are born the same. It's the way we decide to live that makes all the difference. It's the way we make decisions that makes the difference. It's the way we work that makes all the difference.

Success never comes easy, But it sure comes. And moreover success is not defined by what other people think of you, it is a what YOU Want. It is when you're happy with what you do. It is when you think you have had it all. 

So this 2015, be goal-oriented and be successful. There are many people in the world, who are wasting their lives on useless things, on things that do nothing but ruin them. If you wanna be successful, stand out. 

Do it. 

Work it. 

Make it. 

Win it.

-DaYumfooDie.

Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Thank You

As The year is ending, 2014 has been quite a happening one. The major fact being me changing my school. As a newbie I was expecting a lot of turmoil in my life. The same ragging, bullying and teasing that I was suspected to since the beginning of time. The same days of hurt and agony that I had suffered as a victim of bullying. But to my relief, It didn't happen. Instead I was transformed as an individual, for the better of course.
First, I thank My god. The My Teachers and My Parents, who have raised me to a person who can face the world. Who can be appreciated for whatever she does.
There are many best friends who I'd like to thank for this, The foremost being Liya Kurian and Binnu Ponugoti. They were the first friends I had. The reason why I wished to come to school, in the midst of 999 reasons I didn't want to. They gave me an assurance that I am good the way I am, something that I genuinely need to be taught every day for me to be functional. Then I would thank Anupama CA, Smitha G Kutty and Shaleen Srivastava. They became my friends a while later, but they are and always will be an immense amount of support. These 5 people have been there in each and every step I took. Right from me starting my blog, to me telling my Crush that I like him, they have always held my back from me being a laughing stock to others.
Then I would thank my friends, Ayushi Joshi, Monica Lugun, Riddhima Singh, Meghana Ratnakaran, Utkarsh Bharati, Marvin Savio, Divya Bathla, Pranay Sawhney, Gauri Sinha, John Madathil, Ashley George, Anamika Verma, Jayati, Surily Sahay among many others for being there. Although many of you don't talk to me anymore (By many I don't mean many though) I always always am there for you. Even when you're in the darkest of times, please remember there is this moronic Individual named Shweta Murthy who is immensely in awe of you and is Thankful to you to every bit of her life. You all are like legitimately the first people who I'd send my wedding invitation to (If I ever find a Groom that is, or rather if anyone finds me good).
I have had incidents in my life. Right from losing the prefectorial elections to being rejected by the person I like, where I though I am not worth it. But you people have always proved me wrong. You people have always told me that I will make it to the finish line. That I will do it. And I did, I still ain't the most successful and happiest individual in this universe but I know I am something. All Because of You. Thank You Guys. If any day, my death brings profit and happiness to any one of you, I'd gladly do that, and I mean it.

You people are my life. Literally. All my life I have been told by many that I am worthless, that I can't do anything.   But you've always proved them wrong. You have helped me fight and be the warrior I am today. And I'd gladly fight any day for you.
Any Day.

Thank You.

-DayumfooDie.
Laugh. Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.

P.S- Shadlians, if you're reading this. I am sorry your names aren't there. I wanted to talk about my MCS Life, hence you aren't there. I am Sorry. You have the Thank You video Hence.

P.P.S - Those who don't have there names here. Sorry Again. I love you too. Thanks a Lot.

P.P.P.S- And yes, this ain't the regular post I make. Just a big Thank You to all those because of whom this year has been possible and a success.

Curiosity

The day before, I was talking to one of the old aunties who come to my church. She came over to our home, to have lunch and tell my mom about the small yet interesting discrepancies of her life. As we had our lunch, she told tales of her deceased husband and how her hair was thick and long when she got married. After the Lunch, me and Mom started clearing up the dining table, as the aunt sat and read the Malayalam newspaper, munching on some mouth freshener my Mom keeps on the dining table, just for the sake of it.

Aunty was intrigued by this one news that stated about some satellites. I was thinking that she would start ranting on how the world and its technology. Instead she asked me what is the speed of the earth, and what is the speed of moon and The correlation between Gravity and how does the satellite not collide back to the earth. I was amused, I surely was.

The same happened with one of my aunts. She went to the Taj Mahal and when she came back, all she wanted to say was that how the Taj was all dirty and lost its glamour and how it didn't look like how it does in photographs. On the other hand, when I went there with one of my younger cousins. All he asked me were all questions. Ranging from what was the love story of Akbar and Mumtaz and where was the marble imported from. 

This fueled my thought process.As we grow up and strive into the frame and definition of the world. We forget to live our lives, we forget to learn more, absorb more from the infinitely huge expanse of knowledge of this world.
As we grow up, we do know the 12 months and their names, but we never bother to know why they are called so. People may say that it's a wastage of time knowing all of this random stuff. But Hey, researching about why Solange hit Jay-Z and the current relationship status of Zac Efron and Zayn Malik is pretty avoidable too.

As we grow up, we wanna learn about things that don't even matter, and aggravate curiosity about things that might not even be useful. We lose the positive curiosity that we actually need to have. And no wonder, slowly and steadily we think that the world's a small place. It isn't. IT IS NOT.

So, Hey. Do not fret. All you got to do is, the next time you get the newspaper, instead of moving over to Page 3, pick up the headlines and just read the Page 1. You shall be amazed at what all you didn't know. Trust e, I tried.

And this small step will help you to water that dormant bud of Curiosity and never let it die. ust make the right choice.

-DaYumfooDie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Manly Men

IT's Been a Really Long time since I posted. Well, there were many reasons, the foremost being my crappy Internet connection. So, Since I am back and My, My it's International Men's Day today. Please Give me the Liberty to right for the wonderful men I know, and I believe are out there who are constantly counted the same as the same as all the other baddies out there. (Guys, Yes I am looking at you)


As far as I know, Men have never been under the shroud of dis-empowerment at all. If I want to talk about good men, there are many, Right from Martin Luther King to APJ Abdul Kalam or My Dad. But what makes a good man?

It's not when you have an amazing beard like The Gandalf, or a haircut that looks like MS Dhoni's, or Six-Packs like Sonu Sood, or a sense of Humor like Dr. Sheldon Cooper, an amazing voice like Bruno Mars, an intelligent math-working brain like Sarthak Aggarwal's, High IQ like Albert Einstein's, acting prowess like Leonardo DiCaprio's or a flirtatious my-pick-up-line-always-work attitude like Johnny Bravo's.

Then what makes you the man? It's when you be yourself. It's when you don't go overboard with impressing everyone. It's when you don't go copying everyone and everything blindly just because everyone is doing it. It's when you make ideals and pseudo-bases for yourself. It's when you are incomparable. It's when you be just... you.

But then you know, It's not only being yourself. People who are high-headed and obnoxious also generally be themselves. You also need to realize that chivalry ain't dead and that nice guys don't finish last. You just be yourself with a bit of goodness right on top of it.

You are an amazingly tasty dessert boys, trust me, each one of you.
 Beard, Stubble, Mustache or Clean Shaven.
Army Cut, Buzz cut or the Same old Summer Cut.
Button-Down, Polo or Turtlenecks.
Reebok, Nike or Adidas.
Chubby, Muscular or Skinny.
All of You are good. All of you are Great.


You think that it's unfair that you're always the butt of all problems? I agree, it might not be your fault but then there are these inappropriate elements of your clan who ruin the whole sport. So You know what to do. Go and spread your goodness around and somewhere right around the corner, the women only metro compartment will be closed, 'cause all Men will be Awesome.

Till Then, Go Go Boys. Go be Men.

-DaYumfooDie.
Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.