Kerala deserves a blog: Part I
So, since you have landed here, let me make your expectations clear. I am a jobless right now, sitting on a houseboat but the serenity in front of my eyes asking me to jot down few lines about Kerala. So if you are jobless like me please go ahead and for others "Oh yeah !! I only care about my readers"
Though little skeptic, my parents (how come they have not given up on me yet) somehow convinced for Kerala trip (Alleppey and Varkala to be specific). Trust me, if you are unwilling then all the negative forces will try to pull the plan down, and bang.
It started with my dear Uber cancelling my trip citing bad roads in my area. In my second attempt, another driver who appeared to be a kind enough soul to risk his car accepted, but got into a flat tyre
#satyavachan: "however kind you are but never completely ignore your bade bhaiya".
By this time I already started computing how much refund I am going to get back, but then not-so-cute-rather-stern female voice pitched in and took a not-so-democratic decision of giving one more try.
#satyavachan: "when a bengali lady is serious, then bengali guys can best do one thing.. LISTEN AND AGREE".
So, by some hanuman chalisa and divine mantra chanting of my parents, our almighty-powered-cab finally reached just on time (though my parents framed it as Hanumanji air-lifting our cab).
Now, whoever has travelled in bus, knows how the bus driver snatches our basic right to pee and yeah he takes it away from "men" as well. Indian men know how they enjoy painting it yellow everywhere but dude not if you are in bus. Even just the scornful look of the driver to your mere request to stop the bus can make your bladder cramp like hell (Yeah !! you know how it feels)
But saying that, the driver was yet to confront my mom. Actually she has a disease which involves frequenting washrooms after getting to bed (lets not get into the details as this is not part of the story). So as usual mom wakes up at night and instead of waking me up she tries to mimic her household controls on the poor driver, only problem was she was trying to mimic it completely ignoring the language (which is Bengali) and the driver is Tamil guy.
By the time I woke up, I can hear mom eloquently conversing in Bengali refusing to budge in to the drivers Tamil. Now who can miss out this conversation of two people trying to get into a verbal argument without understanding each other. Though eventually it was no-brainer, you know what happens when a "bengali lady" is serious about something.
Though little skeptic, my parents (how come they have not given up on me yet) somehow convinced for Kerala trip (Alleppey and Varkala to be specific). Trust me, if you are unwilling then all the negative forces will try to pull the plan down, and bang.
It started with my dear Uber cancelling my trip citing bad roads in my area. In my second attempt, another driver who appeared to be a kind enough soul to risk his car accepted, but got into a flat tyre
#satyavachan: "however kind you are but never completely ignore your bade bhaiya".
By this time I already started computing how much refund I am going to get back, but then not-so-cute-rather-stern female voice pitched in and took a not-so-democratic decision of giving one more try.
#satyavachan: "when a bengali lady is serious, then bengali guys can best do one thing.. LISTEN AND AGREE".
So, by some hanuman chalisa and divine mantra chanting of my parents, our almighty-powered-cab finally reached just on time (though my parents framed it as Hanumanji air-lifting our cab).
Now, whoever has travelled in bus, knows how the bus driver snatches our basic right to pee and yeah he takes it away from "men" as well. Indian men know how they enjoy painting it yellow everywhere but dude not if you are in bus. Even just the scornful look of the driver to your mere request to stop the bus can make your bladder cramp like hell (Yeah !! you know how it feels)
But saying that, the driver was yet to confront my mom. Actually she has a disease which involves frequenting washrooms after getting to bed (lets not get into the details as this is not part of the story). So as usual mom wakes up at night and instead of waking me up she tries to mimic her household controls on the poor driver, only problem was she was trying to mimic it completely ignoring the language (which is Bengali) and the driver is Tamil guy.
By the time I woke up, I can hear mom eloquently conversing in Bengali refusing to budge in to the drivers Tamil. Now who can miss out this conversation of two people trying to get into a verbal argument without understanding each other. Though eventually it was no-brainer, you know what happens when a "bengali lady" is serious about something.
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