Keralafornication...

Hellouu. I wish we could re-do the map of India. So Delhi and Mumbai could be neighbours. And Kerala could be a weekend get away. Perfect, right?

This is where I recently was. And while I was in the land of green, green and more green, spices, water, boats and fish, I did not want to belong to the north. What an easy snap-off from my daily life and identity. South is so wonderfully unbelieveable. There were other things that gave the view company, however. A magical marriage, family time and my photography (ameature), all in the disctict of Kottyam.

When a Hindu weds a Christian, one of two things can happen. You are either confused, lost and blank, and disapproving. Or, you become an intrigued and smiling spectator, who isn't wary of the 'new'. We comprise the latter, ofcourse. The service wraped up in precisely two hours. And while the Priest spoke about their religion with some scattered undercurrents of cynosure for their religion, we were mesmerised and also, inspired. We do miss some eloquence in our wedding rituals, which after a point seem like a drone that inflicts distraction. For now, this is the first cultural mesh resulting in a wedlock. Let's see if we have more of those to come in the future. Seven more cousins remain unmarried. :)

We sailed over the unnaturally silent Back Waters. No bobbing heads, no humans seemed to be inside the great waters. The shores were, however, decorated with dream-like houses and the susurrous wind gave us company, for all four hours.

I'm glad dad decided to take the night flight to Delhi. We were off to Kochi for the day, a place that definitely should not be missed, if you step foot in the sands of Kerala. The entire city, especially Fort Kochi has very obvious and striking relics of being born during the Portuguese time. Rain never stops and the trees seem to have grown to wild heights and in wilder shapes. Fort Kochi has four famous places to see- A church, a temple, a mosque and also, a synagogue. How religiously alive that place is. Our driver seemed to be re-living his city too. At regular intervals, he'd tell me "foootoo madam....footoo."

I'm back to the grind and the word 'grind' is just so apt. The increasing files, stories and products are non-exhaustive. I know I need another vacation. I am planning one, yes :) It's all a maybe though.

So that's the update for now.

later!

Love

The Month that IS

The last month sort of faded away, almost like a hazy-whiz that zoomed past with pages, filing, editing, writing, co-ordination, calls, stress and ofcourse, money. I was looking forward to August, and July, very gracefully and silently closed its chapter.

This month started with a series of good events, which I won't list down explicitly, but it just made me feel great about myself and with the world at large. Let's also just edge slightly towards humbly accepting that the situations and events around me seem promising, and may have a longer life-span than I would've thought.

I'm glad I chose this profession. Atleast it seems like one of the gates towards my career tunnel of light. I'm even more pleased with some of the significant decisions I made and people I chose to be around, in the past one year. Honestly, it's better if you can count the number of people who matter to you and vise-versa, than having an endless list of inconsequential people.

I went back to my hometown this weekend, to meet my over-hyper family. As J and T put it, "We're a weird family, but we can be addictive, together." The four sisters met and it was a riot. There was a lot of noise, cheesy one liners, unnecessary gossip and adjectives for each being thrown around the house, throughout the two days. How I love it. My family's mad, and even though the over excitement and drama can get a bit overwhelming for a stranger, I'm still happy with the way we are.

This is a picture I took on my way to Jaipur. Delhi-Jaipur drive is beautiful. Although, right now is not a very good time. The entire road has been dug up; numerous pot holes with humongous mouths are ready to be ridden over, so they can splash their stored water on you and smirk. It's been years and years since I've been going to Jaipur, and everytime we drive there, I wish we could stop and go a bit of rock climbing. Never happens. We don't stop to even chance a run in the open fields.

More later.

Love.