How I Made a Long Blog Post About My Trip?

A few days ago, Naima, author of Global Unison and one among my good friends from the blogging circle, has asked me to pen down further about the experiences of the trip I had to Malappuram with my sister on January, 2015. Excuse me for the delay I’ve made to update the content here though; I’m extremely glad to update it at least by now as I’m outdated here nowadays due to some other reasons­­—trying to give least attention on cyber world, new books collection of random genres, been busy with the Silicon Valley 1st season and the Game of Thrones series at the same time, working as a freelance content crafter, boring college schedules and a few more other personal stuffs. Anyway, if you’re there, then this post is for you, Naima. Hope you’ll love reading it.

So you wanted to know how I made a long post about the trip and what I felt while writing down the personal experiences of mine in Malappuram together with Revu, my sister. I’m unsure whether I got you right or not, still here is the answer for your queries in simple words.

Generally, I don’t prefer to write lengthy blog posts— I admit that I’m not good at expressing long fictional thoughts—because I felt that it doesn’t give a better reading experience to my valuable readers. Then how should I go for descriptive takes? Here is the 10 major factors for which I give importance while writing down the contents devoid of any limitation on the word count.

When you write regarding anything in real, which you’ve already experienced, then you wouldn’t care about what you’re writing. Because you’re not lying, but you’re penning down what you already know, what you had been through in a few minutes, hours or days ago.

I didn’t think of the grammatical errors while working on that specific post; it was actually a written draft. I was in a perfect mood for writing.

Choose a better notepad to be installed in your Smartphone so that you can scribble your ideas, maybe a mere thought, whenever something hits your brain at anytime.

Which one is your favorite application for typing the texts? Word or Evernote? Mine is Word as I’ve been a Word user since I started blogging 3 year ago.

Don’t think too much. Just write. Write. Go on writing.

Play your favorite music in low voice for a better ambiance. Don’t try to restrict yourself in order to complete the work within one sit. It’s your time. And do whatever you want in between.

Choose the best time for writing. It varies from person-to-person. Maybe, for you, its right after a hot coffee in the evening, but mine is during late midnight.

Read. Read as much as you can— books of any sort ranging from Goosebumps to your favorite author’s recently published work.

If you’re done with the draft, then 90% of the work is finished.

Go through whatever you’ve written in the draft, make necessary changes, show it to somebody who has similar interest on reading and writing, and publish it whenever you want.

Now, regarding the other experiences I had in Malappuram apart from what I’ve written in the blog post.

I had such a lovely time with Revu in Malappuram after a long time, Naima. And again, I understood from the trip that train journeys are far more reliable and refreshing ones while comparing with the other means of transport in India. Travelling is the easiest way— a much needed change that everybody seek in their lives at every point— to enjoy and find happiness at wherever you go. It enlightens our minds. It makes us feel more real. I know that I don’t have to mention this all to you, Bird of passage. You know it. Yes, you know what I’m trying to say.

Like you’ve mentioned, here are some more pictures we have captured during the trip:

In return to this dedicated post, I would like to know why you have asked me to write a post of this kind. Hope you’ll get back to me soon.

To the rest of the world, have a happy weekend from my side. Enjoy each and every moment. Move forward. Never give upon your dreams to conquer the depths of happiness in life. 

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Photo Credits: Insight Blog

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3 Days In Nature: A Trip To Malappuram

Last week, I went to Malappuram, which is one among the most beautiful places I’ve ever discovered from the South India.  Revu, my elder sister, also accompanied me this time for the trip as she has nothing else left to be done at home other than sleeping, watching TV and going out with friends nowadays; generally, she spends her vacation days at home in a quite crenellated pattern like this. Actually, we’d an improper plan to visit this place a few months ago. But she was a little busy with her project based activities at that time. Hence we cancelled the trip and thought of going later during her upcoming vacation.

I had visited Malappuram with my achan (dad) while I was a kid; except the retrospections of the train journey we had together, I don’t remember anything else that I’d seen during my very first visit to this frisky land of naturalistic portraits. What still persists in my memory is a brief idea of this place’s popularity for teak-wood that I’ve learnt from the social-studies text book in school days.

Dini chetan, our 1st cousin, has been dwelling together with his family there at Majeri in Malappuram district.  He’s been calling us to come over there since the year they’ve shifted from my homeland to Malappuram as a part of his job transfer. Hence, this time we didn’t make any proper plans none other than packing our bags and catch our easiest way to reach there.

We left from home by around 11:00 on last Friday morning. Revu asked me to choose bus service, which runs directly from Kochi (my homeland) to Malappuram, to reach our destination. We awaited there at the Kalamassery bus stop for around 1 hour to catch the direct bus to Malappuram, however we didn’t get the one we needed. It would take at least around 6 hours to reach Malappuram via bus; hence we skipped the plan for preferring bus as we felt that we’re merely losing our time.

So we went to the Aluva Railway Station for catching the train on time; we hired an auto instead of bus to reach at the Railway Station as earlier as possible, thus reach at our destination before evening. In between, Revu had called Dini chetan to enquire regarding the route we’d to be followed on. He asked her to take tickets from Aluva to Tirur from the Railway Station and then take a shift from Tirur to Manjeri via bus.

“It costs just 60 bucks! Indian Railways are always reliable for every citizen when it comes to their ticket prices.”, Revu told while handling over the tickets to me.

We walked down to the 2nd platform, where our train would be coming, carrying the luggage we’d.

“Indian Railways are good at maintaining their trains to run on the scheduled time, too”, I exclaimed when I came to know that our train was late.

Finally, after spending an hour walking here and there in the platform, we got our train by 13:00. I had never travelled in local compartments; it’s too crowded and not that easy to catch a local Indian train from an easily accessible Railway Station, I must say. Somehow, we entered in and found out a better position on one of the corners to make sure that both of us were inside that teeming compartment.

A stout old man who was standing next to us smiled at me and enquired about to where we’re going. I talked to him further and came to know that he’s also going Tirur, the same station to where we’re going. After standing there in the compartment for a while, Revu had got a seat to sit and I offerred the other seat next Revu to that man to whom we’re talking.

I stood there, reading Paulo Coelho’s “By The River Piedra, I Sat Down And Wept” on my cell, giving least attention to the restive voices from the crowd humming in my ears. Revu felt relieved, looked at me with a happily facial expression for getting a seat.

Another girl from Kochi was also sitting next to her on the other seat; they were talking too much while I was looking at her side. I stood in that crowded compartment; I didn’t notice the distance I had been covering as my vision and attention were focused upon Coelho’s discreet thoughts. I love Coelho. I love his infinite dexterity in keeping readers in his thoughts. And I love the simplicity in his writings for explaining the meanings of cursive words he always prefer.

Time went. We reached at Tirur after 4 hours of long train journey (for me). I was fed up for standing in a crowded compartment of that sort for a couple of hours. Our cousin had asked us to prefer bus-service to reach his place. He couldn’t come to pick up us due to his hectic schedule at the worksite. With the help of that old man who was with us, we found the bus stand from where we’d to take bus to Manjeri- Kacherippadi stop, which is so close to my cousin’s home.

We got our bus within a short while and waved our hands to that old man who was there with us until the bus stand. I took two bus tickets to the place mentioned by Dini chetan and sat together with Revu on the same seat. Unlike in Kochi, you wouldn’t get tickets in return for money you pay for travelling in the bus services in Malappuram. I also noticed that there would be 2 conductors in a bus: one meant for asking where the passengers are going and the other for collecting the cost for travelling via bus.

Bus moved. Revu showed and explained to me about the natural beauty of Malappuram through the open window of the bus. In between, I laughed while listening to Revu regarding a talk she had with that girl who was sitting next to her in the train. “Call your boyfriend. I can offer my seat to him so that you two can sit together. Mine is the next station”,   she said to Revu while her station was about to come.

After an hour’s journey in the bus, finally we reached our destination. Dini chetan was waiting for us at the bus-stand and he picked both of us to his home.

His family is a nuclear one: he, his wife and 2 kids. Dhanya chechi, his wife, had made food for us and we had it directly after reaching at his home, because hunger mattered for both of us. On the same day evening, we went outside to a farm for buying some non-veggie items.

Chakkara and Nandhu, their younger and elder daughters respectively, were so happy to see both of us together. On that night, we played a lot of childish games together. Revu helped Dhanya chechi in the kitchen for making dishes and gossips, too.

Dini chetan's home

Dini chetan’s home

They live in a small rented home. Being so frank, I liked the idea behind the plan of construction of that old home. A perfect home for a family of 4; every room has an average space, although the kitchen is less spacious. Unni uncle (house owner) and his family is also living in their home next to them within the same compound.

I loved the climate in Malappuram as well. It’s neither hot nor cold; moderate climate, I would say.

Dhanya chechi, Dini chetan, Nandhu, Revu, Chakkara at Kottakkunnu

Dhanya chechi, Dini chetan, Nandhu, Revu, Chakkara at Kottakkunnu

On the next day evening, other than spending time with our cousins at their home, we went to Kottakkunnu, which is a spot located at the topmost area of a large mountain. I didn’t feel anything special about that place except the calmness I’ve seen everywhere around. I played with Chakkara and Nandu in a small children’s part over there.

Revu and Dhanya chechi in "yo yo" pose

Revu and Dhanya chechi in “yo yo” pose

A lost nomad.

A lost nomad.

Lovely couple

Lovely couple

Kids corner

Kids corner

"Smile when it hurts the most"

“Smile when it hurts the most”

On the 2nd day, we went to Nedumkayam, which is a complete forest area spotted with wild animals. We were a little late to reach there on time before the scheduled visitors timing; somehow we got the permission to enter in from the respective authority and walked in through a jungle I’ve heard from stories during childhood days.

Those who would love to explore nature and dissolve in its widely elapsed beauty of waterfalls and unending paths into a wild forest, I would suggest this location for you. It’s more than what you think of or expect to see.

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Entrance to Nedumkayam Forest Area

 

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“An endless road has a story to be told”

 

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Yogi’s pose

 

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Lunch time

 

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We’d thought of leaving back to home on the 3rd day morning, but Chakkara and Nandhu had made us to stay there for one more day. We hadn’t done anything so special or go out to any other places that day, except a ride I’d together with the kids on that day’s evening.

 

We left from Malappuram on the next day morning. Dini chetan and Dhanya chechi dropped us at the railway station. It was really a wonderful time we’d together with them. And Malappuram is a must visit place to be seen in God’s own country. For whom you’re waiting for then? Pack up your bags for a few days, catch your next train to Malappuram and get exposed in nature.

Photo Credits: Insight Blog

One day with a WordPress mate!

I don’t know anything regarding the scientific explanations behind the connection of 2 souls who were indistinct and unknown to each other so long, as they belonged to 2 corners of 2 districts in God’s own country, India. If I’m right, they had got connected by the mid of May, 2012 through widely extended cyber platform. It will be much clearer and better if I say ‘WordPress’! Yes, I know Manu. S. Kurup (Manu Chetan) as a great writer in this specific domain of blogger system. For me, what makes him different from other people belonging to this world wide writer’s community is his identity itself. Both of us are pakka Keralites who were born and brought up in this greenery filled spot located in South India. Hence I put some additional efforts for connecting with this young gentleman who is currently doing his PhD degree as well as a Communicative English tutor in one among the popular institute situated at Hyderabad, India

When the days and months passed in the natural flow of time, we got connected much closer through Facebook, other than nominal enact which was existed in between us. So, we finally decided to meet here in Kochi on this month, when a hidden spirit played a MINOR role in the generation of thought like this in both of us. 😀 I’m residing at almost 140 kms away from his place of residence, but still we didn’t give any proper justification regarding this distance limit during our talks. 😀

16th March 2013:

As we already had planned before, I was waiting for his arrival at Kaloor Private Bus Stand by 09:30 in the morning. I got a call from him when I was standing there at around 9:45 am and he inquired me about the exact spot where he has to come, cause of the main reason that the location where I was standing isn’t so aware of him. I explained about it and waited there for a while again. When I was crossing the footpath, saw a guy passing by in front of me on his two-wheeler who wears a cool glass and nicely suited outfits with a bag on this back. With a much awaited action, I caught him at that moment itself by making a call and stand right in front of him. I was a bit confused about the attitude and character of this fellow! He is a tutor, who have been taking classes for gals and boys of my age you know? (I don’t think any elaborated description is required for this gentleman’s personality! You will find it out yourselves ‘DOWN’ in this post)

We felt bit unsecured in parking the bike on a nearby road, where a possibility of robbery is there. Hence we decided to go to Lulu International Mall, which is recently opened here in Kochi so that safe parking options are available there and go to Fort-Kochi via bus or boat service after visiting Lulu Mall. I sat on the back of his and he drove the bike to Lulu Mall which needs at most 15 minutes from color including traffic blocks, which is a common visual treat for every Kochite in his regular on road travelling schedules.

The first query which he asked me when we were on the way was “How are you, Rahul?” 😀
Me: “I’m fine, Cheta.” (Thank God! He gave a nice start for our conversation. :P) 
Manu: Don’t you have class today?
Me: Yeah! I’m having one hour special class which is not so special for me in comparing with the Kochi Muziris Biennale and our meeting.  (At that instant, I forgot the crooked fact that he is a teacher!) 😀
But he just smiled after hearing me back and I explained him about the traffic related issues, temperature at Kochi and Edappally Church which we saw when we were on our way to Lulu Mall. 

Lulu International Mall, Kochi. (Outside title view)

Lulu International Mall, Kochi. (Outside title view)

We reached Lulu Mall within 15 minutes of the ride and parked Manu Chetan’s bike in the space provided by authorities for parking. Later, we entered in to India’s Largest Mall which might become a very new experience for us in the world of shopping fully filled with International brands. While talking with him, I found out some similar thoughts we have kept in our insights. It’s a special note to mention here that, both of us are loving to lead a normal life rather than these deceptive busy cum modernized life by people these days in our technical oriented century. We simply walked all around the 3,900,000 sq ft of that building, but most the shops were closed and many of them were yet to be open after the inauguration.

Manu Chetan and me!

Manu Chetan and me!

Book store at Lulu International Mall!

Bookstore at Lulu International Mall!

Yes! He is searching some worthy ones from GEMS present out there.

Yes! He is searching some worthy ones from GEMS present out there.

Aww..! Awesome snap, Gentleman.

Aww..! Awesome snap, Gentleman.

While walking through the upper floor, the Lulu Department store suddenly came to our attention. It’s a multi-class big budget electronics and bookstore where you could find out what you actually need. Anyway, we got attracted to the smiling fellows who are kept in the stands provided with their genre at the top. Menu Chetan mopes me and shared his experiences when he was in Hyderabad doing an MA in late 2006. I giggled and smiled after hearing this fun talk whenever he provoked me to do so. 😀 He suggested me some readable books to read as well. After taking a few of the Malayalam stuffs, spend little more time there for checking and comparing the price rate of gadgets with the online and local stores, we found it amusing that the mobile gadgets have a very notable discounted price here. In comparing with the other malls in Kochi, I have felt that the cash payment system is too fast here. It took only 2 or 3 minutes for the cash to be payed for the books Manu Chetan had purchased. Then we moved to the topmost floor from taking food or at least a cup of coffee together, which I wouldn’t usually prefer while visiting malls. Perhaps, it might be all because of those junked stuffs price and the quantity of food they will serve for 100’s of bucks we would spend on it. This is the reason, why I personally prefer easily available and nearly surrounded street food shops in Kerala. 

We sat in 2 chairs facing each other, which was one among the facility provided in a food court at the topmost floor. Even though, an order for 2 coffees was given, the shop wasn’t open and we thought of spending some additional time there with kinda talk outs. It was ‘me’ who started fluttering about all these shops from an extreme end and Manu Chetan somehow managed to hear me in a wholehearted way (I guess so). 😉 He kept his bag from shoulder to the table in front of us and took one of the book he had bought from the store. “Rahul, do you have a pen in hand?”, he asked me. I took the pen in my bag and give it to him. He started scribbling on the front page of the Malayalam translated version of ‘Motor Cycle Diaries’ by Che Guevara. I simply looked at his secret job in between and felt so excited while watching it. 

Thanks a TON for this valuable gift, Manu Cheta! :)

Thanks a TON for this valuable gift, Manu Cheta! 🙂

“Thank you so much, Cheta”, I conveyed my esteemed note while receiving that valuable gift from him. He accepted it with a gentle smile and payed back an inescapable shake hand which was a must one (might be a formality though) in that instant. We talked about our families, sibling, current affairs in Kochi and Aleppey and all for some time, sitting in the same located comfortable position.

Kochi's special 'Kulukki Sarbath'!

Kochi’s special ‘Kulukki Sarbath’!

It was almost around 11:30 am, we left from the Mall and decided to go Kerala’s first Biennale conducted at Fort Kochi, India for this season 2012-2013. Even though, he mentioned me to go there with his two-wheeler via road, it was me who have had compelled to reach the Biennale spot by hiring a bus from Edappally-High Court, taking Kochi’s special cool cum fervid drink ‘Kulukki Sarbath’ from Shajikka’s shop out there, travel via water transport from Ernakulam Jetty-Fort Kochi, which I felt as a most recommended option for us to save our time as well as money. 

A common view from Kochi!

A common view from Kochi!

“I saw the high handed discomfort of a gentleman who had been getting frequent calls from his lover while we were on the way. It was during that moment, I realized the grave fact which reflected the flaky thought of admitting a stranger to him by a guy, who is in ‘relationship’. I guess, have had given him max freedom from my side to keep my eyes away when he was talking with his sweet heart!” 😛 😉

Marine Drive Walkway, Ernakulam.

Marine Drive Walkway, Ernakulam.

We started our journey finally to Fort-Kochi after sipping a glass of ‘Kulukki’ through the Marine Drive walk way. Marine drive is one among the famous spot avail in Kochi for a perfect relaxation from regular work related stresses and tensions for every Kochite, all because of the greenery filled  palpable atmosphere present there. You might not believe that, a place like this is situated in the center of an urban city like Kochi.

I felt the discomfort in walking for this guy from his face, when we have almost covered 5 minutes of our exemplary ‘NATARAJ’ journey. But he wasn’t able to continue it after that and we sat on the wooden chairs provided at the side of the walkway for a while. After 10 minutes of rest, we began the journey again. 

16th March 2013/ 12:45 pm at the Ernakulam Boat Jetty:

Queue for getting tickets at the Ernakulam Boat Jetty.

Queue for getting tickets at the Ernakulam Boat Jetty.

If there was a sudden unexpected event happened in our journey, I think this was it. We had lost around half an hour of our valuable time for getting our journey tickets to Fort-Kochi via boat service. The long standing queue including people all around the world were simply looking here and there and waited all this time with a hope to get their tickets soon from the conductor who was busy in counting the tickets for the next trip to our common destination. I told Manu Chetan to sit in the arena waiting for travelers and myself stand at the back end of the queue to move on.

I felt so ashamed for losing our time and didn’t agree with the plan of going to Fort Kochi on his two wheeler. But still, he smiled at me whenever I looked him for giving a nice ‘POST’ out there. We got the tickets later after waiting there for half an hour and hired our boat for travelling to the Biennale’s spot in our God’s Own Country.

Hotel Seagull, Fort Kochi.

Hotel Seagull, Fort Kochi.

What we did at first after reaching the destination was, searching an apt shop for filling our empty treated stomachs. We moved to the beach side of Fort Kochi after arriving at the other extreme end of Boat Jetty and found out a bar cum restaurant, ‘Seagull’.

For me, this was the greatest memorable thread during this journey. We became much closer to each other and started speaking about our blog related activities, blog mates and all.

Tuboid waiting for our cheers on the table!

Tuboid waiting for our ‘cheers’ on the table!

That's a cool snap took by me! :P

That was a cool snap took by me! 😛

“Rahul, we have a group named ‘Ambiguous Words’ in Facebook, huh? It was a great thought came from you in making a specific space for us there” (smiled in b/w)

“Oh! Really? Thank you so much, Cheta!”, I replied him back with an even smile.

“I have been thinking of making an online magazine which includes stories, photography, prose, poetry, travelogue…(much more) by the members in our group. How will it be if we have made a project of that class?”

I was like, hearing a resplendent idea from someone sitting right in front of me. Without having a sapient look at it, I agreed with that truly wise idea with a great pleasure. 

We had spent more than 1 hour at ‘Seagull’ and went out to complete our final target in the bucket-list of our journey. There is nothing much in detail to mention about Biennale I guess. Hope you all could understand it well from the pics below. For the detailed description about it, please do check their official web link: Kochi-Muziris Biennale 2012-2013

We are IN!

We are IN!

AspinWall House!

AspinWall House, FortKochi!

A random portrait installation hanged in AspinWall House! This is one among my favourite snap which I took. :)

A random ‘portrait’ installation hanged in AspinWall House! This is one among my favorite snap which I took. 🙂

Morphic view 01!

Morphic view 01!

Morphic view 02!

Morphic view 02!

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It's feedback time!

It’s feedback time!

Installation did on world's cheapest car 'nano'!

Installation did on world’s cheapest car ‘nano’!

Route map placed besides an installation did in Indian rickshaw!

Route map placed besides an installation did in Indian rickshaw!

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We left out from there at around 05:10 pm because of the lacking of time after watching the major venues of the Biennale, ‘ Aspin Wall House’ and ‘Pepper House’ and the short installation presented at the Fort Kochi Beach. Both of we were so tired and hence we decided to leave back to the city through AC bus service starting from there.

Reached finally at the point from where we started (Lulu Mall) the journey to take Manu Chetan’s bike in the uncontrolled traffic time in Kochi (06:15 pm). Took his bike from the space we had parked and went to a shop nearby to take kinda cool drink. It was then, I noticed the fact that he will be leaving to Cherthala to meet his friend and have his stay there with his schoolmate tonight. The sort of sadness arose in my mind, that the day with my first blogging friend is going to end soon. But still, I tried my level best to control myself. LOL. 😀 It was such a delightful time I have had after a long time. For me, he is not just a friend or lecturer now. I have already created a sturdy bond with this guy within 7 or 8 hours of time we had spent together. Tutors must be pro-faced from my views, not with friends, but with his students. The contrast which can be specified here about it is, “I’m a guy of his student’s ages, who has been having all those naughtiness in a hand similar to them.”

Started his bike, *SHAKE HANDS* with a promise that he will definitely meet me whenever he come to Kerala and invited me to come to his place on December, so that he will be available there. 🙂

PS: If this is what we termed as creation of new relationships, I really did enjoy it. We proudly welcome you all to the next version of Biennale in December, 2014 in the same location and spread our strength of unity we have been uplifted via our blogging family. Come on, Folks. Feel free to tell us if you any plans like that. We’ll be here to guide and help you. 🙂