Visited a fellow blogger and saw a post about Kannur and Kerala, which had me thinking about my childhood days.
Now why am I feeling so nostalgic? I could have gone back to Kerala whenever I wanted. Hop on a plane, and I am home. Back to the sea and the backwaters. Back to an abundance of green which just take your breath away.
But I chose to stay away. For the Kerala in my dreamscape exists only outside the train windows – even those, at last count, are degreenerating to concrete chawls. The horrible horrible gossipy nature of Malayali, our penchant for all talk and no work, and the repressed sexual frustation of Malayali men which manifests itself through gropefests in crowded places repelled me.
Still, I hope to buy a typical naalukettu – hang over from MTV[asudevan Nair, our Jnanpeeth winning writer] – and settle down admist the abundace of sun, green and the sea.
I am enchanted, and the magic can never be countercast.
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April 8, 2016 at 11:23 pm
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