In the search of

 2024 was a year when God called me a lot. My wedding was at a sacred place where the believers dream of organizing weddings. And then, the God’s Own Country called me not once, but twice after a gap of 16years(longer than vanvas). Though I was 14 years old, I don’t remember the details of most my school ‘excursion’ trip. I fell sick, had a fall out with ‘friends’, locked out one of my classmates and had explosive diarrhea on my train back home. Anyway, so not exactly a trip to remember. But I liked the places that we visited, though I do not remember their names. I remember the beaches, the Guruvayur and Padmanabhaswamy Temple, Sunset and sunrise point of Kanyakumari, some National Park, some waterfalls, the boat houses of Alappuzha and the non-existent toilets.   This was September of 2008, the monsoon of my last school year. It was kind of freeing in some way, I stopped pretending to fit in and tried to make a mark of my authentic self. And fate(of this universe) would ...

I was supposed to write about the ‘Honking Culture’ of India. When did it begin? How did it begin? I wonder. On the roads of the cities of this nation, it appears as if everyone is in a hurry. I do not know where is this sense of urgency coming from. Maybe people are late to work/school/college in the mornings and want to hurry back home in the evenings. But that would leave the afternoon without the orchestra of cacophony. But alas! These ears will not be spared. The villages have a slow-paced life they say. I am beginning to wonder if that is the right pace of living. Today, nothing short of instant is expected. Maybe the cities are saturated, there are just too many of us on the roads and the public transport doesn’t help much. I spent a good 26 years of my life living in a house that was on the main road. I was so used to the sounds of the vehicles that only when I would play my recorded videos and I’d realise the loud traffic noise that was the background music of my daily lif...