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Why are central institutions in Kerala pushing Hindi this much?

So I just wanted to bring up something I’ve been noticing in a central govt institution here in Kerala. There’s this constant push for Hindi. Recently they had Hindi diwas and even made non Hindi speaking faculty give speeches in Hindi. Hardly anyone there actually speaks Hindi but still the notices and internal memos inside the college are going out only in Hindi. Most of the staff just use Google translate to figure out what’s written.

They also have this thing where everyone is supposed to learn a new Hindi word every day and slowly start using Hindi in the campus. The head of the institute keeps saying English is a foreign language and Hindi should be the common language for all states. Basically everything official is being shifted into Hindi even though the majority here don’t understand it. If it was just one faculty member or director being overenthusiastic, you could ignore it as a personal thing. But this is different, it’s systematic.

From what I heard there’s even extra funding if colleges promote Hindi so it feels like this is being pushed top down.

What I’m trying to understand is, is this because of weak language policy in Kerala? Like do we just allow central govt offices and colleges to do this openly? Or is it just going unnoticed here compared to other states like TN?

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The Original story of the Kathanar and the Yakshi

For those who have already watched Lokah, you might have noticed the "nail driving into your head" line. Naslen is referring to what happened in this tale, I think.

Here is the story where the priest encountered the yakshi. Taken from Aithihyamaala (The Garland of Legends). Also, the author defines a yakshi as a "female ethereal spirit, often very evil."

In those days, between Thiruvananthapuram [capital of the Thiruvithaamkoor state\] and the town of Padmanaabhapuram in the south, there was a dense forest with no human habitation in a large area, and there was just one narrow and dark road through it. Once a yakshi made her home in this jungle and started to terrorize those who travelled through. Her mode of operation was like this: she would turn herself into a ravishing beauty and stand on the wayside; when a traveller came along, she would approach him with an enchanting smile and ask, ‘Will you give me a spot of lime for my murrukkaan, just for one chew?’ Once she got it, she would lead the man to the darkest and densest part of the jungle, fascinating him with her sweet-talk. Before the unsuspecting victim could realize the situation, she would pounce on him, tear him to pieces, and devour her prey, leaving only their hair and nails!

She killed a large number of people in this manner, and they were terribly frightened to pass that way. The frantic people brought in many well-known sorcerers, but they could not subdue her, however much they tried. She meanwhile continued her reign of terror. At last they went to the Kaththanaar, who lived far away from this place, and related the story of their distress. He went with them and entered the forest, alone.

Seeing him alone, the yakshi in her beautiful form asked ever so sweetly for the usual ‘lime’. Smiling at her, he replied, ‘Oh sure, gladly’ and stretched out to her an iron nail with lime at its tip. At first she was reluctant to accept it, but eventually, she took it. Immediately the priest tied her up with his magic and she lost all her powers. She was, in fact, mesmerized by him to believe that she took the murrukkaan in her hands, but actually the priest had struck the nail on her head with his powerful magic and, unaware of this, she followed him like a slave.

They walked on for a few days and reached Kaayamkulam. There was a house which belonged to an uncle of his, but only the old widow lived there just then. He entered the house followed by the yakshi, disguised as a woman. The old aunt asked him who she was, to which the Kaththanaar replied, ‘Oh, she is my servant maid. Why did you ask?’ The old woman said, ‘I wish I had a young woman like this, as a companion to live with me as I am all alone in the house.’ The Kaththanaar said that he had no objection and agreed to leave her there.

The old woman liked the comely looks of the disguised yakshi, and calling her into the kitchen, started to cook a meal for all, while the priest went to have his bath. After the meal, he rested for some time and slept off with exhaustion. Meanwhile, both the women became good friends and chatted away. Fondly the older woman started to comb the luxuriant hair of the young woman when suddenly she exclaimed, ‘Oh, there is something hard stuck on your head; I felt it while parting your hair; let me look carefully’ and then, ‘Oh my dear daughter, it is an iron nail stuck here, what a pity!’ And saying this, she pulled it out.

Instantaneously, the yakshi regained her original form and vanished from sight. Trembling with fear and anxiety, the old woman then approached the priest, woke him up, and told him what happened. When he heard that she had pulled out the nail, he said, ‘What a mistake!’ and he quickly decided to follow her. Observing a few clues on the way, he understood that she was walking towards the North and he sped fast to reach her.

Both arrived at the place called Maannaanam, but one before the other. From afar he saw her getting into a boat and being ferried across the stream. When he
reached the jetty the boatman had already reached her at the Panayannaar-kaavil shore. Since there was no other boat available to cross the stream, and realizing that it would take some time to meet up with her, he uttered a powerful mantra and bound her to that same place so that she would not move from there till he arrived.

When he came to her, he asked her, ‘Tell me, where are you planning to go? I will not allow you to go free. If you promise not to harass the people anymore, I shall permit you to make your abode here. If not, I’ll cut you to pieces and fry you in the furnace.’

Filled with fear she answered, ‘I promise that I will not persecute people anymore; please, I beg you, do not harm me. Have pity on me and permit me to stay in this place.’ So the priest got her to solemnly vow to him and allowed her to live there. And then onwards she was invisible to human eyes, but rumour has it that on certain days like the new moon nights and Fridays, or at midnight, people have seen a ravishingly beautiful woman at that place where she is popularly known as ‘the yakshi of Panayannaar-kaavil’, or, as related to the particular place, she is called ‘Parumala yakshi’.

Thereafter no one ever heard that she harassed anyone anymore.



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Are there Gulf NRI kids who remained in Gulf after 12th? If yes how is your life going? Do you regret not studying in India?

I was born and brought up in 🇧🇭. I did my schooling here and am currently pursuing a BCom here as well. However, I’ve noticed that many of my cousins, friends, and classmates have suddenly left to study in India. Most of them say they’re having a great time there. Sometimes, I feel like I might regret studying here and wonder if I should have gone to study in India instead. Are there others who have been in a similar situation?

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Why the private bus system in Kerala is outdated and unsafe

I have come across many posts on social media regarding rash driving and other issues related to private buses, and I would like to share some of my observations.

Private bus racing isn’t just recklessness—it’s the system forcing it.

Private bus drivers are forced to speed and break rules because of the outdated time-schedule system. Each route has a strict timetable to follow no matter the traffic. If they’re late, they get fined, overtaken by the next bus, or dragged into dangerous “bus races.” Their collections—and salaries—depend on this, so safety takes a back seat.

This isn’t unique to Kerala. Decades ago, many countries also had the same problem of bus racing under private systems. But they fixed it. Most shifted all public transport to government operation, or moved to contract models. For example, in London the government collects fares while operators are paid per km. Since income doesn’t depend on racing for passengers, buses run safely and reliably.

Many private buses are no longer making sufficient profit, leading several operators to shut down services. At the same time, the government does not have the financial capacity to fully take over these operations through KSRTC.

People are gradually shifting away from buses and choosing to commute by bikes and cars. The government has also failed to implement a proper route numbering system, making public transport even more difficult to use.

Our current system benefits nobody—drivers, passengers, or owners. It’s outdated, unsafe, and everyone is exhausted by it. A modern reform is long overdue.

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2025/09/30 23:10:06
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