Back to where i began
The land of my forefathers and foremothers beckons me. the land where time has mostly stood still, that is until it was told politely to pull down the shutters and join the latest state wide hartal. the land where movie heroes with unbridled machismo habitually speak seven page dialoges in one fiery monologue, where the nubile child-women heroine still calls her leading men 'etta'. the land where... i am getting tired of this.
Vacation time in kerala, which, if the gods will it, means time for smoking hot beef curry and parota on rain swept excuse for roads, inside shaky wooden shacks tottering on the sides of mist hidden hills.
Ajai's wedding finally! more relatives. more half remembered faces. more hazy acquaintances coming upto me and challenging me to identify them and expressing wonder at me having 'grown' so much..what exctly were they expecting anyway? Thank god for short mallu weddings. This is also the time when statistical and economic comparisions of me and my other marriagebale cousin start peppering the conversation in the clan. what i am concerned as of now is wether is should tell dad to dig up and dismantle the western loo in my room and replace it with the good old indian version. The bard says that the best laid plans of men and mice and communist parties often come to nought, a frightening thought, considering that this time yours truly and his cousins had planned for at rip to munnar on our way back from the wedding.
Vacation time in kerala, which, if the gods will it, means time for smoking hot beef curry and parota on rain swept excuse for roads, inside shaky wooden shacks tottering on the sides of mist hidden hills.
Ajai's wedding finally! more relatives. more half remembered faces. more hazy acquaintances coming upto me and challenging me to identify them and expressing wonder at me having 'grown' so much..what exctly were they expecting anyway? Thank god for short mallu weddings. This is also the time when statistical and economic comparisions of me and my other marriagebale cousin start peppering the conversation in the clan. what i am concerned as of now is wether is should tell dad to dig up and dismantle the western loo in my room and replace it with the good old indian version. The bard says that the best laid plans of men and mice and communist parties often come to nought, a frightening thought, considering that this time yours truly and his cousins had planned for at rip to munnar on our way back from the wedding.
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