Behind the Scenes Story of Pallavi Purakayastha's Rape-Murder Case

So, I'm talking about a famous, heinous, recently happened Rape Case of Pallavi Purakayasta.. I'm not going to delineate on how she was raped and murdered but about a real inside  story......

Poor girl! she was raped and murdered by the guard of her own flat and it happened a few days back.. I heard some stories about her family from a very close acquaintance of mine, who knows her family well.. Lets call this acquaintance Mr.X..

Pallavi's relation with her family was not smooth.. There were constant fights with her parents and finally, she got kicked out of her house.. I am not pointing towards her character problem or anything else.. These kind of things happens in life..

What frustrated me is that, hardly one week have passed after her unusual death, but Pallavi's sister is busy hanging out with her friends..  Pallavi is her sister.. No matter how many fights they got into, they lived together in a house as a family.. How can you forget someone so easily? Lets for arguments sake, assume that they didn't have a warm relation with each other.. Still, this person, whom you have seen for these many years, have died in such a gruesome terrible incident and even then, you take it coolly?

Don't take my opinions in the wrong way..
Dear family of Pallavi: you might have had terrible fights with each other but still, the person with whom you fought with, is RAPED and KILLED tragically.. I am not going to ask you to put on some fake tears or wear white clothes because that is not the pain I'm talking about.... I am surprised that you don't have any feelings at all.. Its all very strange to me.. My cousin, was staying at my house for past 5 days and yesterday, she left to her hostel.. I was very sad when she went, eventhough I knew that she would be Back soon..  Still I felt an emptiness in my heart.. I felt a lump in my heart when her train left with her.. 

Maybe, I'm wrong.. Maybe it is because I'm over-emotional.. Blame it on me..

Sorry for Bothering You..!

****Happy B-day Momzy!! ****

This is the photo of my very first Sambhar Curry.. (Don't judge by this photo.. It is a very tasty curry.. ) Sambhar is a South-Indian curry and also, my favourite curry..

Today is my mother's birthday.. Ahem! but as usual,  I forgot.. What to do? I'm bad in remembering Birthdays... So, I was late for wishing her happy B-day.. Sorry mom!! My apologies...Anyway, As a Gift, I made her Sambhar curry for lunch.. I'm thinking about making some  sweets in the evening too..
P.S Mom don't like celebrations... She is right coz I also, hate it to some extent....
 ..(Hmm, My uncle ringed up my mom just now, to wish her..Wow!! What a memory Setji! Guess what? Humans are like that , except me)

Anyway, happy B-day Mom! I'm the most luckiest person in the world Coz I had You.......



Not only that, today is my friend's B-day too.. Fortunately, I came to know about it when I logged into Facebook few minutes back.. I have to ring her up.. In sum, Today is Birthday's Day, I guess

Meeting with my Alter Ego...

Last Sunday, was special.. Really special.. My cousin, Sarah, visited my house..She was supposed to come on second-saturday of this month to stay for one day, here.. Thanks to Neethu Aunty! She was taken to my native place.. On sunday evening, She, along with Granny, Grandpa, Mani Uncle, Tonny Uncle, and a sulking Neethu Aunty came to our house...  I haven't seen such a happy reunion for a long time.. I was in cloud nine, literally..

 We were seeing each other after 3 lonnng Yeeears.. Apparently, this long hiatus was causing the starting trouble for the first few moments... Slowly, we started to interact with each other and eventually, it gave away to a lot of gossiping, chattering accompanied by some laughter here and there... We chatted about the weird behaviour of our peers, mainly and the difficulty in adjusting with them.. At times, Mani Uncle would scold us, "What do you know? World is difficult.. You have to Adjust. You will always feel that the Grass is Green on the Other side..".. blah blah

What does he know? Living in God's Own Country is hellish, now.. There are mainly two types of people,
1) those ultra-conservative kids, who always pesters us for not applying oil on our hair and disgusts us for wearing sleeve-less dress.. blah blah
2) The other kind is the snobby mean kids.. Narcissistic, mean, flashy kids who won't even care to say a "Hai" unless your bank balance is sublime..
 And finally, if you find an ambivert person, well, your exploration into the god's land is successful...


Sorry, I veered from the topic.. I was amazed to find my cousin, Sarah, reflecting my character.. Unlike my friendships, this relationship was cuuuute..


 Maintaining a Friendship is like making a cake.. A lot of adjustments, a lot of efforts to get the right proportion of the mixture, a lot of sweat and fights and stirrings over the batter, finally, few waiting moments gives you a wonderful CHOCKOVOCKY Cake.. Hardwork rewarded..

But blood-relation is quite different.. It requires no fights, no adjustments because she is your ALTER EGO.. Maybe, thats why it is special..Thats why Sarah was special to me......

Sarah left by 7pm.. Before leaving she asked me to study well and get in a college in Delhi.. She will be also trying for that.. She said that she would like to have me near her for her future studies...

I was really exultant when you said so.. I want you to be with me, Sarah! Bye for now, but only to See you Later...


With Love..
Myself

My new floaters

It is rainy season in India.. While, North-east is flooding and North-west is drying, God's own country is enjoying the God-given rain.. Neither  too heavy,  Nor too light.. So, for the rainy season, I managed to buy these floaters.. I could only find these shoes.. I wear shoes only.. No, sandals or anything.. So, in the shoe category, only this one fits into the rainy season.. I took this photo on the day I went with mom to post application for ILS College.. It was so heavily raining that by the time I reached half way, my dress was socked in water.. So, I didn't post the application on that day and I Never did..
But I did one thing and that is- I stood in the drizzling rain with the umbrella and clicked a photo of my shoes in the pool of water ..

Wow! meet my new follower (friend)!

Thank You Palak Nagar!!........He is my new follower.. I would prefer to call 'FRIEND'.. This 'follower' word is a bit awkward...I'm a simple, ecstatic,blogger girl..


Nobody will be my follower, everyone will be my friend...


I'm super excited ..Finally, Somebody has followed me....How silly of me to say so? Right??.... Thank You so much for following me..Palak...   By the way, I hope you won't be bothered by this article, right?

But Wait,


Hey!  YOU Whosoever-Reading-This-Article!!  don't forget to click the "Join this site" button if you like my voice..Okay??

Fight with mom..bad bad!!!

So, today was really bad..When I woke up in the morning, Mom came with a heap of clothes ,that was left for drying, whining, "Look, I'm doing the jobs that was supposed to be yours..".. The reality was I was going to take those clothes from the hanger ..I was pretty hurt at the comment.. Sulkily, I went to collect the newspaper without a word .. She called me from the behind and asked me to come for prayer.. I obeyed although, my mood didn't light up even then.. (Silly fight.. I know.. But my mind was not prepared to digest a scolding at that moment)... Gone, was my day!


After a counselling session for my mind by myself, I was back to the mood.. Then, I remembered about the spot admission in NUALS (National Law College), which Benthara, my friend, informed me ..I conveyed it to mom and she immediately, asked me to browse about it..I was not at all interested.. Afterall, I'm going to repeat the entrance exam next year, then why should I think about joining in NUALS right now? Just a Waste of Money..


 I started browsing about it and Mom joined me shortly.. Everything was fine until we saw that in NUALS, candidates, who secured lower ranks than me, got admission , but my name was not listed.. DAMN IT!  It bothered me but I was confident of cracking the entrance exam, next year.. So, I was not very anxious but my mom was.. She was very annoyed with "my discouraging attitude ".. The frustration resulted in a silent fight.. Mom shouted, "Can you get out of the seat..?.. I will search the rest..God! how can a person be so pessimistic?.. What a devil am I bringing up?..Just go away, okay?..If possible move out of the house..".. I moved out of the seat, but surprisingly, none of those words hurt me, as it should have.. I knew my mom was right..


In the afternoon, mom decided to go to NUALS and inquire about the mistake they made.. We both got dressed up  and when it came to choosing my shoes, I selected a will-not-be-lasting-for-long Shoes.. I thought it was a casual occasion.. Why should I worry about the condition of my shoes?.. It was looking good from outside...Nonetheless, Mom forestalled me right away, "Do you think it would make it to NUALS..".. "I guess so", I replied unconcernedly..




Mom was right! DANG IT!! When we reached the bus stop itself, its sole came off"... Mom was really ill and adding to that, when she saw this, she was totally irritated.. She asked me to go and change my shoes annoyingly.. I raced back home and wore another casual sandals (which was technically Mom's but thats all I could get.. The rest were  stilletos.. Stilletos for a casual outing?..It didn't digest for me... )..

 When she saw me in her Casual shoes, she was really mad.. "Why don't you care about your dressing?.. Why do you dress like this?.. I am going, okay? Change your clothes and meet me at the High-Court junction (our destination)", she said furiously.. I didn't say a word but I was really really hurt.. I went back home and cried and cursed for a long time.. For the first time I called my mom in my thoughts, " You Woman!".. Forgive me my lord, please!!!!... I said to myself, "I'm moving out of the house.. I won't stay here.. I hate mom"....

I'm really sorry.. I shouldn't have said that...I changed my dress and, of course , stepped into a formal shoes  to meet her..When I reached High-Court Junction, I saw my mom rushing to me with her hands open.. She hugged me and kissed me as if I was a 5 year old gal.. She apologized to me for being angry and bought me, my favourite, Soda Lime..My sweet mom was back after a long interval..


 We didn't go to NUALS but went for a small shopping and after that mom went to her clinic and I went back to my home with a big smile on my face ..All My sadness was Gone with the Wind......

Hurray! My Second Letter also got Published....

I know...How exciting, right?..My second letter to Hindu Newspaper also got published this monday.. Its about moral policing in MUMBAI..My letter is at the last and I have written it in the pseudonym JANE MARY KURIAN. To view my letter, go to-

The Hindu : Opinion / Letters : Why blame police?



Now I doubt if there is any selection procedure for the letters that is published in the newspaper..haha..Nevertheless, I'm happy and I'm going to write articles for the Op-Ed page and when it get published, in other words, if at all it gets published, I will call myself a freelance writer....W.O.W.....Now that means I should be up for a big competition but life is a competition right? So, count me in..

I decided that I would write on the topic 10 ways to be a perfect Indian Snobby Gal..I have started my writing..Waiting to finish it..

Today I have applied for my college admission..I have to go to the bank to remit the fees..Hmm..

By the Way, my mom started her clinic in Vypeen..Today, I'm going to take the role of pharmacist in her clinic...Super Excited..!!!..Oh buddy! but I hope there would be better turnout of patients than yesterday's 4 patients....