On My Mind

"Nah, this isn't catchy enough.Add something to it. Be a little creative Manoj!" "Ma'am, she's Muslim. Should we draw the image of a Muslim woman beating conservative attitudes?" "Isn't good, besides, it looks communal. Make her an underdog. That sells 100 out of 100 times." "Ok! Consider it done." Next day, newspapers carried the headline of a poor girl succeeding in an examination -  the story which motivates, the story which inspires, the story which unfortunately killed the girl! [1] The story I am talking about is of a girl from Kannur. She scored 1180/1200 in her HSS exam. But she committed suicide. The media gave her the kind of publicity she didn't want. She had been hiding her background from her classmates by choice. Media didn't bother about respecting her privacy, spiced the story up a bit and served a headline which grabbed eyeballs. The girl felt humiliated and committed suicide. For those who ha

Once upon a time, in the land that gave zero, I met a person who had infinite worries. Before the narrative begins, let me introduce myself. I work as a recruiter at Mob. My job is to find people who are passionate about taking the law into their hands and take the society back to the stone age. I recently met an exceptional applicant during the recruitment process. He was a brilliant guy - he was worried about the cultural degradation, open celebration of love, and even better, people not agreeing with his views. As we don't care about privacy, here are excerpts from his interview which I believe I have the right to post. "So tell us something about yourself." - "My name is Chintan. I am 27 years old and I graduated from prison last year. Since then, I have been looking for an opening which goes along with my passion. Apart from this, I love forming half cooked opinions and imposing them." "That's impressive. Why were you in prison by the way?&