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

Neelakasham Pachakkadal Chuvanna Bhoomi

Neelakasham Pachakkadal Chuvanna Bhoomi (Blue Sky Green Sea Reddish Earth) is a highly stagnant Malayalam journey movie that I’ve seen for the very first time! I had an intention before watching the movie from its official teaser and theme song that it’ll be a pure copy-paste version of Che’s Motorcycle Diaries which has got a few notable similarities in one or the other way. Sameer Thahir, the director whose last 2 movies, Chappa Kurishu and Isha in 5 Sundarikal, were the copied versions of other language movies though. But, by the running of the movie on the screen itself had proved that my prediction was wrong. It displays the story of Kasim and his journey from Southern India to Nagaland along with his closest friend Suni on their Royal Enfield Bullets for seeking Kasim’s lost love.

Sameer Thahir as a director hadn’t ever put any sturdy impact on me through his movies before, but there is a slight contrast with that for this time anyway. Yeah! I really did like the way of presentation he has adopted for this beautifully portrayed movie. Perhaps, like Lijo Jose Pellissery, we’re lucky only by now to recognize and accept Sameer Thahir’s creativity and style at least by his 3rd movie. The visuals emerging out from the projector to the theatre screen has provided a deep-lively-refreshing effects on viewers and it can be noted as one among the major internal factor behind the spectacular glory of Neelakasham (blue sky) during this festival season. The rising super stars, Dulquar Salman-Sunny Wayne team once again did such a great job through the 2 characters (Kasim and Suni) in the movie. Their combination sequences really worked well and they were all packed perfectly with quality at its peak; especially their riding sequences. The other major roles in the movie did by the Manippuri actress Surja Bala (Assi), Aena Saha, Bengali actor Drithiman Chatterjee, Joy Mathew and others performance were also appreciable ones. 

The script, dialogues, BG score and music suits only with the storyline of the movie; hence it can’t be considered as worth ones. All in all, this is a 100% enjoyable flick comes under the genre of journeys through the different parts of our nation and true love. If you’re willing to watch a 2 and half hour movie with very innovative making and visuals, don’t wait for another turn! Neelakasham Pachakkadal Chuvanna Bhoomi is waiting for you in the theatres near by you.

A single thought which has truly inspired my heart from the movie:

“എന്റെ വിധി, എന്റെ തീരുമാനങ്ങള്‍ ആണ്”

Translation

“My destiny is my decisions”

Verdict: 4/5

Official teaser:

A Volition for Love: Part 4!

Here comes the final part of “A Volition for Love” series. I had gotten a few mails regarding the update of this last part and IDEAS about, how it’ll END. The final part can be negotiable for you all as I stated in the 3rd part it seems. Whatever the case it is, have a look at this updated part and check whether this own any coincidence with your expectations and I’m eagerly waiting for your verdicts too. 🙂 Here is the other 3 parts of this story series:
* A Volition for Love: Part 1!
*A Volition for Love: Part 2!
*A Volition for Love: Part 3!
“OMG! It’s Christina, who was dead on the last day. HOLY CRAP! My angel had passed away in a sanguinary way”, which was the 1st response from Mike when he came to know about this stabbing news from college. He was mentally and physically challenged after facing that sardonic moment of intolerable feelings and it results in a drastic suicide attempt from him. He reached back home with seepage of depression from that strangulated painful incident. Since his mom was very busy with her kitchen schedule, couldn’t have a look on her son at that instant. Mike enters the store room and searched for the rat killer poison kept inside the shelf. His mind was fully filled with the clinging thoughts about his angel and moved back to his room suddenly. With an innocently secluded look at his Mom standing on the kitchen, he closed the door for that nasty job.

“The saddest thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.”

Yeah! She has gone from my life forever! “If you can do this far coarse aggrieved downfall in my life, will do show ya who am I, Hidden almighty!”, Mike said to himself. In between, his phone beeped continuously while getting Inbox messages. He got angered enough after watching this and suddenly broke it out by throwing away in that quavery heart. He grabbed the poison into his body and fell unconscious within 2 minutes! It took almost 3 hours for his soul to squat heaven’s door! Let’s hope for a better commandment of their souls to meet at least in the imaginary space.

FLASH BACK:Christina was on her way back to the college hostel from home in that early sanguinary morning! She has dreamed of meeting Mike and unleash the thoughts about the proposal from him on last night. Yeah! She was interested in having a relationship with a young good-looking cum freakish fellow like Mike. But her faith was an incommensurable one. It was actually a well planned accident by Norman and crew. Norman is a guy with psychic background, who already had a crush with Christina. When he came to know about Mike’s affection on her, rather than recondite talk, he directly planned for acutely proposal on Christina. But as she hasn’t felt any impression on this guy of crooked make-up, simply rejected it with a cute smile! It ended up with a benign murder, which later publicly announced as an ACCIDENT!

“When I see you there,
My heart turns to you,
Together on earth,
I found you again,
To search no more mates.

You pull at my heart,
Stirring my mind,
Parted we were,
To start our journey.

Will you let the fire of our twinship
Fire your soul once more?
Our hearts as one.”

PS: I have a keen determination to include this climax element in a separate part. Most of you may arise questions for its shortness and setting of plots on this part. I don’t know whether this series had a successful ending or not. Hoping for the noteworthy verdicts from ya all. Have a great weekend ahead, WP blooms. Cheers.\m/ 🙂

Thanks,
Rahul

Alluring Island


Walking through the tidy pavements of a implausible Island,

I found myself under an ardent world of dreams.

I can’t still believe that,

This world consists of me and my thoughts ONLY.

Rather than having an upset FEAR,

It serves me loads of desirous transported ELATION.

Swiftly flowing lakes on one side of the path,

Widely elated GREENISH folks sat all around the area,

Rhythmic lovely snipe’s flickers on the other side,

And highly blusterous waves blunts behind my path.

I don’t know whether this journey will end or not.

But my only wish is to travel as far as possible all through this vestibule,

So that my FREEDOM will be SECURE under my own HANDS. 

                           Thanks,
                           Rahul

Genial Ramble

I wish to fly like a bird,

So that no one could control me.

It does not matter, where I go,

Or where am I right now.

Freedom is a histrionic path,

Where the way I’m going to fly is an exuberant ledge.

I may have to travel along with the boisterous schedules,

Face the unfamiliar challenges of slicks,

Meet strange events of manifold characters,

Mix up with the ever rending climatic conditions.

But the only HOPE in front of me is the  glittering TARGET,

Which I have to achieve through this journey,

And the blessings of almighty for a safer perambulation.

                         Thanks,
                          Rahul