Holi

Dance, colors, and songs

Happiness in her eyes

Spring blesses their love

P.S. Wish you all a wonderful festival day mesmerized with tons of fun and joy. Happy Holi. Cheers!

Photo Credits: Huge Lovers Quotes

Advertisements

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.

DSC_0308

Entrance to Nedumkayam Forest Area

 

DSC_0309

DSC_0310

DSC_0312

“An endless road has a story to be told”

 

DSC_0316

DSC_0321

Yogi’s pose

 

DSC_0324

DSC_0329

DSC_0330

DSC_0345

DSC_0349

DSC_0355

DSC_0356

DSC_0362

DSC_0373

DSC_0374

Lunch time

 

DSC_0375

DSC_0376

DSC_0381

DSC_0384

 

 

 

 

DSC_0455

DSC_0470

DSC_0528

 

DSC_0557

DSC_0558

DSC_0559

DSC_0563

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

Up In The Sky

A fly on the wheel
travels for a gleam
that seams our sky
PS 1: Hey folks! I’m on my very first distant solo trip from my homeland (Kochi, India) to New Delhi, the capital city of India. There are certain major and minor intentions to be carried out during this journey and I believe everything would work out in such a way. I would update the details of my trip and the forthcoming experiences I’ll have at the new places here, whenever the time-factor permits me. Have a good weekend to all of you. *smiles*
PS 2: Updating this short-post from the train while travelling…

Chetan Bhagat’s Half Girlfriend

Chetan Bhagat and his #halfgirlfriend

Once upon a time, there was a Bihari boy called Madhav. He fell in love with girl called Riya.
Madhav didn’t speak English well. Riya did.
Madhav wanted a relationship. Riya didn’t.
Riya just wanted friendship. Madhav didn’t.
Riya suggested a compromise. She agreed to be his half-girlfriend.

I’m so sure that this would also conquer Indian readers mind! I mean, Half Girlfriend is going to be yet another flimsy- romantic cliche from Chetan Bhagat, who is one among the national bestselling author, which will hit the bookstores by the mid of October during this year. Although I’m a critique reader of Bhagat’s works since I completed reading Revolution 2020, I wouldn’t say that Bhagat’s novels are based on poky- cheesy- fanciful plots like many of his readers say, though he’s conquered many of the teenagers as well as youngsters hearts through his alluring writing style and redundant story plots. As a published writer, if he’s successful in conveying his inner creations to the outer world, at least right in front of this major group, then how could many of us underestimate his newly written novel just after hearing its title before the official launch? 

I went through certain tweets related to #halfgirlfriend today and what welcomed me was the uncovered pole vaulting stature of the search term on the web within hours since after the official announcement from the author regarding his latest book’s release.  A few among them made me think like a pointless tweet lover, whereas the rest made me laugh like I’m watching a show of The Big Bang Theory. A number of interesting tweets in them is as follows:

 

https://twitter.com/sids91/status/497011023224647680

Now, it’s my turn to tell my expectations regarding the book. I love explaining things so shortly and simply. Here it is:

 

Madhav loves Riya

Riya hates Madhav

English is his problem,

it was their theorem

 

Half girlfriend, a trauma

found out by a drama

Chetan speaks

twitter shines

Love is a pen

holds his tale’s den

I would love to know your anticipation on the book too. Feel free to express it without a second thought here.

PS: This post is entirely a funny take on the basis of my personal views and all those tweeters on Chetan Bhagat and his works. Although, if anybody feels so bad about it, I earnestly apologize you for what I’ve written. *smiles*

Photo Credits: Google Images

New Year Calls

A year-end prolongs

As if like an art of truths

In the middle of my other attitude-

A faked mood

Portrays some new images

Using my brush and colors.

My eyes were filled with tears

Though they hit, so slowly

In enlarged widths,

And those old memories;

A mirror image of my ugly truths.

~

Myself- a reality by birth

However, a stranger by death

Encircled with a wreath,

And the decisions, yet to be understood,

Undone.

Certainly, after a few minutes,

Or moments later,

Or in the next year,

My life cycle might change, but I dare,

How could I sacrifice myself

For an unending self?

PS: My final update during the year of 2013 which has given me a lot of good as well as bad memories! May the glory of this new year brings happiness and peace all around the world. Have a safe and wonderful journey ahead, Blogging blooms. Yo yo, 2014!! 🙂 🙂

Image Credits: Google

Portraits: Open Street

Hey WordPress blooms! I’m going to begin a photography series- Portraits- which consists of the images I have had taken using my mobile  (Sony Xperia) cam and update here in my blog, in a weekly basis. I mean, from today onwards, I’ll be giving a photographic update on every Friday until the December end of next year. I wish I could update a few images within this one-year period, which have something to be shared with the blogging world. Hope you all will enjoy going through it. Have a great weekend. Enjoy!
PS: The images I’ll be updating here would be slightly edited ones, since the images are taken using a mobile cam with 3.2 MP, and to improve the image clarity for a better view.

Open Street

Location: Fort Kochi, India.

Portraits: Open Street