Tryst with Rese 🤐(reservation system) 


In the corridor of the oldest kids in school , there was a class full of hypocrites . 

These beings perched on the desks and benches with hypocrisy spewing out each time they opened their mouth causing disruption to an entire floor . 

What was the cause of this ? 

The humanists who once advocated reservation of seats when they learned about affirmative action-taken by the government to makeup for the years of injustice done to the ST and SCs communities- last year in political science . 

The very same bunch of kids who inhabited the same body ,brain ,consciences as they  and learning as they had last year except for sitting in a different class and on a different floor with their futures and college admissions looming closer with each month , these ones who were awoke with sentiments and sympathy who vouched and debated for the reservation system had now turned against it . 

 For the first time in their life they understood the consequence of the cut off list and how being a general or upper section of the society is gonna be a setback for a class of kids who seldom experienced any setbacks in their 14 years of education . 

And how for once being privileged is an underprivilege . 

See reservation I’ve come to know is like that good friend of yours , you know the one you say hi to in the hallways and often smile at and make great small talk . But who is not your best friend and who you’ll never hang out with unless you have a choice . So when your best friends are not there , it’s just you and ol’boy rese (reservation) and then when you get to know him more you understand that he’s not that great , that in fact whilst being buddy buddy with you in the hallways he was actually plotting against you the entire time . 

From afar everything looks like rainbow , gold and cupcakes but its only when you get up close and personal do you understand that the gold was just yellow glitter , the rainbows where the product of an animals nether regions and those sprinkles on the cupcake was actually algae acting up . 

While my classmates and I are gonna learn the hard way about the perils of our once much loved reservation system and pay the price of the moral debts our forefathers incurred-oppressing the SC and STs to such an extent that a support system had to be constructed-I hope the you guys don’t forget the header image of this blog and the solemn message it contains . 

SO to all the clickers who thought this was about reese cups and ended up sourly disappointed just like how Indian general category students feel after looking at the cut off list . 

The rese mentioned here is a less chocolatey and very hard to digest form of its chocolate counterpart which is a relief and comfort to many . 

Coachella : 21st century’s finest example of cultural appropriation 


The recently concluded first weekend of  Coachella-an American music and arts festival- that has been the sweetspot for the young blood of Hollywood to show off their eloquency in fashion has garnered much attention from the international media this time for more wrong reasons than for right . 

This year it has been in  the limelight for being the biggest platform to showcase the most smoothest way of cultural appropriation after years of getting away with it . 

For those of you who ingest magazines like vogue and marie Claire and the lot as the Bible and have accepted Vanessa Hudgens – often touted as the queen of Coachella – as your Lord and saviour as to what to wear to the festival and  what not , this article if at all successful in conveying the essence of its very title might turn wry your other wise ardent sentiments towards the Coachella attendees . 

What Is cultural appropriation you ask ? 

The Oxford reference definition would be 

A term used to describe the taking over of creative or artistic forms, themes, or practices by one culturalgroup from another. It is in general used to describe Westernappropriations of non‐Western or non‐white forms, and carries connotations of exploitation and dominance.

Simply put , you take what is appealing to you from one cultural without knowing the background of it and appropriate it into your own for your benefit .

If you think only the native American and black cultures are being appropriated intensively as always  during the course of this fest then you are wrong no regional or geographical discrimination is made when it comes to matter of appropriation thereby garnering the most likes and views on Instagram or Facebook and what have you . 

From the bindis– a regular adornment of South Asian females to distinguish the married women from the unmarried and to ward off  evil –to custom store bought recreations of tribal headgear which in tribal traditions are awarded only to the brave and noble of the lot are now being worn by every other wannabee it girl in hopes to be Instagram famous and to turn up the follower count by a few thousands . 

The use of war paint in further hopes to highlight how open you are to trying new cultures and ides and not knowing its symbolic meaning ,  converting even those kinds of tribal sentiments to make  personal fashion statements and to be the talk of the town only proves exactly how selfish and how far milleneals can go to get the look and be the next kylie or Kendall Jenner.  

A culture my dear fashion forwards, is not something that you can use and discard as easily as disposing the fall fashion line for the summer one in hope that what you are wearing is deemed fashionable and will get you in with the crowd . 

Culture infact is a  myriad of human emotions and sentiments, of traditions and of sacred rituals and most of all  the feeling of belonginess to be identified as a part of a  particular community . 

Let us not demean cultures and sentiments for a few thousand likes and popularity.

Coachella of course may not be the only platform showcasing the appropriative patterns of the privelaged class but it might be one of the many happening in many countries across the world and not just the west but as soft hegemony comes into play , whatever is going viral in the united States must go viral for the rest of the world too . 

Let us hope that all the articles written about the first weekend of Coachella are seen in time enough for the attendees to make haste and swap their costumes for something a lot more appropriate and lot less culturally appropriating or else the media and social scientists will be having a feild day.


Sitting alone in a cafe at prime time , meaning 3 to 5 , when you’re surrounded by couples and office guys strategizing marketing techniques and getting judgy looks from the guy behind the counter for your state of solidarity makes one highly aware of how lonely they might seem . 

So how come you don’t feel lonely when you travel was my first question to her , now answering through voice recording over our staple mode of communication,whatsapp . 

“See that’s the thing ” she says “you are never lonely , you’re with your thoughts and yourself even when others perceive you to be completely alone and you learn to make a bond with your soul ” . The she mentioned here is rafiya sherin a 20 year old Muslim girl ,who had intrigued from the very start when I read a piece on her by a local daily , more than her passion for travelling it was her roots that encroached me , hailing from a very rural part of malapuram district in Kerala and a member of an orthdox Muslim family , solo travel especially a girl travelling alone is unheard of in her village . 

Left right Left 🙄

Death is imminent and lurks around our vicinity each time we step in or step out, so when death has this immenency factory to it , we are pressurized both by the society and our conscience to fill our short life spans with rights . 

Rights as in the right thing to do , the right way to go and the right things to choose . 

Lets face it right from the beginning of life as we know it , it has been shoved down our throats even by pop culture which has always been popularised as the devil’s advocate and by superheroes , soap operas and boooks to always do the right even if that means you lose out . Doing the right thing is what makes the good guy good right ? 

But you know why the ratio of good guys to bad guys are so miserably decimal , it is because doing the right thing sucks . 

I know for a fact that the person who had this thought of instilling in our minds the right thing to do must have been a melancholic person who had one thing going for him for sure no matter whatever else went south , a guilt free conscience.

WHY ? Because doing the right thing is almost always self sacrificial . You do it even though you kill a little part of yourself doing it . 

And that leaves you melancholic but you get a guilt-free conscience. 

If that’s the bargain you consider profitable then like me you are going to be melancholic , my friend . 

CHAUHAN SAHEB 💂

There are some people you meet and you just know , know that you’ll click and be around for quite a while . 

So what do you do for the birthdays of these people who mean so much to you ? 

You devote entire blog posts to them . 

So here chauhan is your birthday blog post . Because the world needs to know the rivalry as you keep saying . 

But what is the rivalry between us ? I still have no idea , maybe it’s the rivalry of who surprises the other , the most . For which you’ll stay winner for a long time to come . 

Happy birthday chauhan 🎂you were undoubtedly one of the best things about kendriya vidyalaya . 

At least now let me call you bhaiya , because you have a girlfriend now na , JK I can’t decipher all that Hindi you’d throw at me again , from the last time I suggested the same . 

Happy birthday🎂 , you are now turning legal . Time for us to do illegal shit . I know you hate physics and that your mind is more literaryily inclined than you can admit to but you have to get through this and don’t worry ill pep talk you through it .  

Happy birthday chauhan🎂 , thank you for picking up the pieces of whatever I throw at you and for always being there no matter the time and who you are with . 

Happy birthday chauhan🎂, thank you for existing and making life better . 

Happy birthday chauhan🎂 , am going to one up you this birthday , your book will reach you by April cause if I send it to you now then boards toh pakka gaya . 

Toh mere dosth , shukre guzar hain bhagwan se ki thum jaisa lambu mil gaye zindagi ki dard hasee mazak ke sath jaleney ke liye . 🍧

Asha kartha hoon ki tujhse bahut jaldi mulakat ho kyunki hamey bohot sarey cheez karna hain na? Isliye shanth raho picture abhi bhi bohot bakhi hain 😉

The Humanities Massacre 🔪

A special kind of event that occurs each year when thousands of typical Indian parent’s dreams are killed by kids who are even bigger dreamers . 

I have killed dreams to reach here , just not my own . In that sense the whole lot of my class and the entire humanities division are selfish dream killers . And this year our infamous course is going to grow in size yet again . 

Welcome to humanities town population: 100,00,00 + 

Temperature : warmer than commerce ,India when compared to the Pakistan that is science , where you have no idea who’s attacking you , the government ,the terrorists or the military . 

One common factor in all the individuals who practise this science called humanities , oh wait just got more backlash for calling humanities a science . 

Sorry am not sorry , the one common thing in us the disappointments who scored 90+ in tenth and still took the arts is that , we’re selfish and all in the pursuit of our OWN dreams and ambitions not the ones chacha , mama , mausi , papa and ma  imposed upon us to brighten the family name . 

We like seeing our own names in journals better than our family names , mainly because they’ve never foregone a chance to guilt trip us for not being more like our every-Indian- parents- wet -dream kinda kids , our  cousins who took PCM and became engineers and landed a job straight out of college  . While whatever debate competitions and internships we bagged was looked down upon because c’mon “its only arts,da“. 

So winning the hearts of the family was naturally never on the bucket list . 

I remember when I first broke the news to my family , believe me in India it’s as tense as telling your family you’re gay especially if you got 96 percent and still want to pursue arts , my mother as always was playing her role as a smother ( smothering mother ) amazing as always and supported me because she’s undoubtedly the one person who believes I can do anything I want to .
But my dad on the other hand , like every other Indian parent freaked out but never said no yet warned me several times and just last week that when all my other friends becomes engineers and doctors I must not come complaining to him . 

It’s amazing how an Indian dad can turn career counsellor the minute his only daughter plans to venture into the arts . He said engineering , I said I would undoubtedly flunk 11th because I knew math only enough to get decent grades in tenth and don’t plan to do something I despise just to earn a living when I can do the opposite and be content. 

Immediately he propositioned the next desired profession , emphasizing that there would be no math just physics , chemistry and biology and this time I couldn’t slip out easily because fortunately or unfortunately in this case I had got A1 in science ( but we all know 10th science doesn’t matter at all in 11th)  so I countered it with the fact that the maths in physics and chemistry would compensate the loss of actual math . 

My dad rolled around with the idea for a few more days , going as far as to say I could become a gynecologist and be the family doctor .

 Yeah right , if I wanted to look at hoo Haa’s and pee pee’s for a living I might as well could be an engineer and view that on my laptop screen ( read :porn) get paid for it and not even get my hands dirty . 

But naturally I got what I want , like I usually make sure I do,  because like Blair waldorf once said ……

 destiny is for losers , it’s just an excuse for waiting around for things to happen instead of making things happen . 

So here I am,  where I always wanted to be . 

God knows how many people’s dreams we have killed in pursuit of our own dreams which are a 


 little more out of the ordinary than the rest  . 

Because we are the batch of dreamers who aren’t afraid to kill , stand up for ourselves , our ideas and our beliefs . 

Welcome to humanities town  , we’re all a little selfish around here. 
 

Scares & ‘mares 👁‍🗨

As a kid I was terrified of the dark , I couldn’t move between rooms at night because the darkness I had to dispell before drowning the room with light was too much for me to bear even for a few seconds . 

But as I grew older my fear of darkness transitioned into a fear of love . 

 this is not because of some forlorn childhood and not being loved enough by family in fact I had the most amazing childhood and being an only child and the youngest of a whole bandwagon of first cousins , the one shortage I never experienced in my family was love . 

Its not familial love that I was afraid of but romantic love . I am a big time romantic , I love love , I love the idea of love and I wear my heart on my sleeve because I don’t think there’s any other way I can experience raw emotions other than experimenting with the fragility of my heart . 

But when it comes to falling in love , I am afraid , I advocate the theory of taking a leap of faith in everything but falling in love . Because the faith that has to be there for the leap to be taken , vanquished long ago . 

I have seen people who’ve told me they love their significant others and then cheat on them , hell I’ve been with them . I’ve seen the most amiable of relationships turning into a nasty affair where the once can’t keep each other’s hands off couple cant even look eye to eye . Most of all its the temporal nature of love that haunts me that one day a person can mean so much to you and one mistake can wipe them entirely out of your lives . 

So you see why I am afraid , its because I’ve seen it . My idea of love is placed in this secular , bullet proof glass but with each passing year a new bullet gets stuck trying to get through it and the glass is almost about to break . 

When you meet people and ideas that have the ability to break your entire belief system then the perils of the dark seem a less scary reality

Because in the darkness of, the night you don’t see the faces coming at you , but in the  light of love , people who we come in contact can never be fully forgotten . 

Letters are not for granted🗯

Something stirred inside me today while teaching a 14 year old , 9th grader how to write the alphabet . You read right , today in my time at Cresecent-a Muslim girls home at payanapilly , I was teaching a 9th grader how to write the alphabet in a two line notebook . 
In ninth grade , you and I were engrossed in quadratic equations and acing our 300 word essays , we had long surpassed the writing in a two line book stage and were too far out to even remember that such a phase existed in our early school years . 

The girl in question was suffering from a writing disorder called dysgraphia , its  certainly not as famous as its sister disorders like dyslexia and ADHD but the chances are it’s as common and the failure to understand it, is from our part.

 The knowledge and the experience you gain while dealing and working with people struggling  with such disorders , opens doors of gratitude within yourself .

While it does sound pretty narcissistic to be grateful of your abilities whilst encountering people who aren’t as fortunate , the reality is that a mere engagement with them is as humbling as any experience . 

It just reminds you that the things we consider as the most fundamental of our abilities and which we often take for granted are in fact a blessing that most people are impaired of . 

Simple joys like writing , creating and formulating your own ideas and thoughts in a way that only you can are in actually not such a common ability . 

So like every other thing in life , letters too are not for granted . 

For Auld Lang Syne 💌

Old ties and new skies , heralding a new year .

Sitting here in the last 20 my minutes of the much awaited ending of the year 2016 the tune that is ringing through my head is the one that made the title .

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind ? 

These lyrics have significant meaning now , although the world from which this song has originated has long come to an end.  

We’re in an entirely  different century with an entirely different batch of people with different principles and mindsets but yet this song entices us to put our thinking hats on as we harbring the new year . 

Should old acquaintance be forgot ? See , the Instagram and Facebook posts and trolls would’ve have already made up your mind by now with their “this new year cut off the people who’ve brought unhappiness and drama into your lives ” posts, but as always I beg to differ . 

Cutting people off ? Really , is that how you want to start a brand new year by cutting ties with people who’ve been part , however small of 2016 . 

Yes people often the ones who we consider the closest to us are the main sources of our unhappiness and grief and are key players in moments which we wish we could pass and not experience . 

But ,as a much loved but unfortunately dead literary character once said 

You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you and I like my choices.

 And like him we must also like our choices because believe it or not these people who’ve hurt us , have done so because we’ve given them that power . 

I would say don’t give people the power to hurt you but no that won’t do then I would be just like any other slightly narcissistic writers encouraging the “don’t  care”  culture . 

Because please the year is 2017 , we must care more , the world will be a lot better with a little bit of care and effort . 

But we must remember that these people who have this power are human , yes those we love and seem no less than perfect are human and they’re faulty humans just like us with ugly alter egos and certain weaknesses that overpower them JUST LIKE US .

So , this new year however shiny and nice the prospect of new relationships and new people might sound let’s take care of the ones who hit home a long while ago . 

Nrture the relationships you’ve already built and don’t cut people off like ribbons because much like the case of ribbons it’s very hard to tie it together again without seeing the strain inside and outside . 

Because if you TAKE CARE OF THE PENNIES THE POUNDS WILL TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES . 

Happy New year and thank you for the reading and the after  thoughts but like TS Elliott once said 

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.’

 I am yet to find that voice and so are you ,  so I hope with all my heart and a bit of my liver that the voice you’ve got to find speaks of love and  euphoria mixed with the melancholic happiness of reminiscing times past . 

365 days and 365 chances to get it right 🎐



Eternally thankful to the Downton Abbey series for Introducing me to this song precisely a year back on NYE . 🙂



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The importance of NOW 💑

Jayalalitha died today . 

And the SAME media and press which she wrote of as being and I quote ‘unjust and unfair’ to her was telecasting programmes and re-telecasting interviews singing her praises and overall emphasising on the loss of an iconic woman in politics . Who was a white brahmin woman in a Dravidian party becoming the chief minister of a patriarchal society . 

Truly remarkable yet the media had mostly portrayed her in a bad light but now that she’s dead all you can see in every channel is remorse which is essential and appreciating and remembering her work for the state. 

Which makes me wonder if a person has to be dead or in a critical condition for us to appreciate them ? For us to not focus on the bad things they have done just for once and focus on the good ? 

Am not emphasising on this person as such but in general if you observe that seems to be the trend . 

We tend write of a person for the one mistake they make and not even take a moment to appreciate maybe the 100 things they’ve done right. 

Am not saying that appreciating the dead for the good they did is wrong but rather trying to say that maybe appreciating them while they’re still alive and kicking will go a longer way in their happiness and yours . 

While jayalalitha may or may not have thrived on seeing all the hullabaloo the media is making of her life now in a very positive note , because she was never bothered by what they thought of her and her actions . 

Us on the other hand can make people’s days just by thanking and appreciating them for the things they have done for us not for praises in return but rather for a attaining an inner joy that can’t be explained until we indulge in the act of thanking ourselves . 

I mean these people do love they stuck around for a reason when many left so it’s not asking much to do random acts of love and appreciation.

In this age of #freethnipple and other trending hashtags to bring in social changes let’s free the love that comes from being grateful . 

I fail to understand why people are reluctant to appreciate their fellow beings for the help and support they’ve rendered.  

Does the act of making people smile by being thankful and showing gratefulness cause you so much embarrassment or downfall ? 

Does showing love for the people you do love make life harder and add to your burden and accumulate more stress to your life ? 

No . 

But even then we are reluctant . 

That’s why it’s refreshing and elating to see how ready Instagram users are when activities like direct messaging a number and giving an honest opinion about a person has everyone flaunting their appreciative side out and taking time to appreciate thier friends and family and strangers who progressed into being friends after this , thanking even people they’ve never met for simple things like liking their pictures and commenting and so on and so forth . 

Which is why I for one dived into this and abused by Instagram stories to such an extend that there were so many teeny tiny dots persisting at the top of my screen . 

I don’t know about everyone but honestly it felt super nice and it does feel good to be reminded that you’re appreciated and loved and so maybe it is essential to sometimes show love out in the world for everyone to see not that not showing love means that love isn’t present , but who knows maybe your single act of love and great fullness  can make someone’s day and life a little better and enable them to continue on this hard journey we call life . 

Because let’s face it the life’s tough so all these little acts act as soothing ailments . 

That is why NOW is important.  It is  so important that we tell people we love them and appreciate them NOW not when they’re dead or dying but NOW . 

Because If you don’t then they’ll never know . why would you choose to deny this very simple and inexpensive pleasure to your person or people ? 

Worst case scenario is that they’ll think you’re comical or out of your mind or wierd for suddenly pouring out all this but isn’t it okay being called those adjectives which we often deem fit to call others and ourselves because you’re surprising someone with this sudden dose of love ? 

And being called those things itself says a lot about how uncommon it is among people to appreciate and show love for each other that by doing so you’re wierd and suddenly care too much . 

So let’s make it a common practice to appreciate and show love to such an extend that people like me and others don’t need to write blogposts like this to egg you on every now and again to indulge in this very simple but rewarding act . 

This is the importance of now . 

And now being December only adds more to the immediacy xD don’t we all need to add more cheer to the holiday season and be reasons for people’s happiness?

I’ll let you figure that one out yourself.

Because like the songs and dialogues from famous movies have been telling us for decades . 

NOW is all we have . 😉
RIP to puratchi thalivi jayalalitha. 

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