<3 Chennai

b612_20160925_174216The shift from student life to IT life, the shift from hometown to a new city, and so many changes have been happening in life. And it feels like a learning phase. A new world unfolds before us with each step we take. This is a journey that takes me to places, faces and new experiences. And this beautiful city called Chennai must be the first station in this journey. And there is all the excitement and fear running in my veins. Observing, learning, stressing, rocking, going through emotional roller coasters, that is how this ride has been so far.

What I see here is dynamicity, a rapidly developing city, standing with pride. Beautifully colored by the ethnicity of an ancient era.  Something about this city is preserved through ages that I wish this city never loses.  You have some impression on the places and people you have heard of. I had a picture of  the state of Tamil nadu inside my head. Where do we get these mind pictures from. May be from the books we read, movies we watch and things we hear.  For me some of it I could feel in the routes I covered and some of it is yet to be discovered if they exist.  Along with this grand, proud face there is a section of people you encounter everyday. That reminds us of the other side of life, the struggles, hunger and poverty.  Some of these faces makes our heart feel heavy and some people just frustrate us. There are so many people coming and begging before us, cursing  or emotionally blackmailing if they don’t get money. Many things about this place I can relate with my hometown, but the differences are more.

‘She had the aroma of white flowers..’ somebody wrote. I walk through the streets with my naked hair, and I will pass the girls and women wearing flowers, mostly pure white jasmins,  and sometimes roses, marigolds or some violet flowers. It’s beautiful to see. Tasty street food, smell of cooked corn, the sound of non stop traffic. And some friends to share all the experiences with. That’s how my journey back from office can be summarized as.

Each sight looks like a perfect picture, waiting to be captured. There are so many places to visit and its fun with friends. This is a time of ‘first time in life’. First salary, first time staying away from family, first Tamil friend, Telugu friend, and the list goes on.  Each of us  are so different, from language to what not. We belong to one nation and still these differences makes things complicated or exciting. But most of us are curious and appreciate these differences.

What else…Politics here is exciting for any outsider.  And some very interesting political dramas have happened in these days.. That’s it for now I guess. So apart from the hot climate and falling sick :p I am loving Chennai, loving the people I became friends with here but missing mom and home too. Sometimes I miss my room, home food, the view from my balcony but I really like this place, this life.


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Unleash Me


Seeing the updates of a lone girl traveler makes me excited. Sometimes I feel like one journey like that is all I want and it will make me proud of myself. Right now it’s a distant dream and that sense of unachievable is what makes it desirable. Last day in Vytilla mobility hub I saw a foreign girl resting on the floor, leaning on her backpacks. Is it the admiration that left me staring or her bright blue eyes. I am only used to black and brown and light shaded iris. On top of everything I am reading Che’s motorcycle diaries.

Just like the posts I write and do not publish now a days, my plans for this vacation are piling up and is forgotten. Vacation has been going on for a while. Had many useful plans set on my mind. But only some has been done. Happy that at least a few things are going as per the plan. I am getting a lot of free time now. It feels like the silence before a storm. I am sure that I am going to get super busy soon. That thought reminds me not to take this period of life for granted. I am reading, writing, drawing, singing. What more do I want. May be we will never get completely satisfied with our life.

Speed thrills me and scares me at the same time. Just like that most of the things that thrills me scares me. I tighten the grip to enjoy the stupid adventure of standing at the edge of open doors of running trains. To feel a storm and to feel that storm caressing the hair. From the window seat I keep looking, from where we enjoy the view, from where we can choose to look at the skies or  the canopy, or enjoy the architecture or see the buzz of the people. From where we can choose to look at the paradise or nature or earthly beings. I want to go on a long trip. I would take Santhosh George Kulangara as my Guru, like Ekalavya of mythology. Who is a better person to be a disciple of other than the television journalist, the one who sow the seeds of Safari dreams in every young Malayalee’s heart.  I have always been a fan of Diego Buñuel and his series- Don’t tell my mother. There was a time when Ladakh was my dream destination, now it has changed to the spiritual capital of India. Not for getting out of the cycle of life or to wipe off any sins. It’s just to feel the feel. At least I want to realize for myself if I am really a traveling enthusiast or an enthusiast of the idea of it.

Life and its similes

life is a story

Life is like music, it’s like a game of chess.  Or is it like a game of cards, or winds and currents? What is life not compared with,  with rivers and seas and flowers and migrating birds. It goes on and on. And I am searching for a metaphor for life, a perfect simile for life.  But what is life not like? Where isn’t a model of life not present?

Something about that thought took me to a half-forgotten story at the back of my mind. A student after completing his study in herbology  was instructed by his Guru to find that plant which has no medicinal value.  He searched for days and weeks and months and returned empty handed. Guru was happy and told his disciple that no such plant exists. Thus the student successfully completed his studies. Similarly may be there is nothing without an essence of life. There’s nothing and no one without a lesson to teach and a story to tell. And everybody should listen to all those stories. And with the flow of the story, with the rising pitch feel amazed like a little kid.  Stories before eyes or hidden in history or in the pages of books, when can we read all these. Sometimes there are only questions that are filling the mind. And we are not reading or listening to any stories for answers?  If life is a game of chess, let’s just play it well.

Are we so font of the flow that,

 we think that this boat will keep floating

 and take us to some distant shore.

Even when we stop setting our sails

And we close our eyes and stop looking

At the stories of salty storms and waves

And leave the messages in bottles unattended

Fading Greenery

na naseer

By now I have come to know how useless it is to cry on facebook or any social networking sites. Fed up crying uselessly about social, environmental or economic issues. But the truth is that I don’t know any other way to react. Recently I heard an environmental activist cum poetess say on a channel interview that their generation is slowly perishing now, may be no one may notice that now but when the resistance  they have put against deforestation and other environmental issues ends, everybody will remember them and not a single person will dare to laugh at their efforts after that. Was she cursing us, I am not sure but I am quite sure that she was telling the TRUTH.

The newly elected government looks ambitious; they want to develop us asap. May be that’s why they are planning to cut hectors of forest that belongs to this God’s own country. And they are taking some crucial decisions regarding a historical but still in use dam that is going to put a question mark on the safety of people here. May be if you stop seeing my posts for a long time you can guess that may be she has passed away in a dam disaster.

We are global citizens, it is said that we should think globally and act locally. There are so many models of development that is already set , some that have gone terribly wrong and some that have been perfect. But here once again we are choosing the unscientific and failed method of development. To kill nature and erect concrete jungles in fertile lands and places that belongs to birds, animals, aborigines, the real owners. So this is what they are going to do here for the people. There is a feel that we get standing on the soil we grew up on. Something that cannot be translated into words. An understanding of what our culture is, what feel our history gives, the kind of beauty of our country side, its greenery, its air. If our environment is destroyed what will remain?

May be I have gone a hundred times to Athirappilly forests(the place under controversy), its like a paradise. When you pass though the roads and there is forest on both sides of it, there is a special scent that you get. A scent of the wild, of greenery, of leaves, of flowers. The air is so cool. Sometimes I go there with my brother in his motor cycle, those are the best times we have together. There is no roofs to block our sight in such journeys, we keep going and reach the water falls. We stay there for sometime and return. Again through the same roads we love.

Recently I read a book titled ‘Kadine Chennu Thodumbhol’ written by the famous wild life photographer N.A. Nasser. The title means ‘When you go and touch the jungles’. In each page of it I felt the heart beat of forest. It opened my eyes in so many ways. How little do we understand about nature, how ignorant we are. There’s a part in that book that talks about how cutting a single tree impacts the ecological balance. It’s a must read book for all you nature lovers. There are so many things to learn from it. With that note let me go back to my cocoon where I can forget everything and sleep peacefully in a cruel world.