Comment v/s Intention (7 COMMON MALLU COMMENTS)

From my experience I don't think this post will be the least bit offensive to my non-mallu friends, acquaintances and blog readers, as the comments below are acceptable form of exchanging pleasantries to them. Malayalees (the natives of Kerala) must have at some point or the other faced one or all of the comments below.

So here you go 7 comments that are top of my mind:

1] OH!! are you a mallu? You don't look like one. (Intention: complement)

2] You look like a typical mallu (Intention: insult)

3] Inge Va Ange Po (Intention: Mimicking a mallu)

4] Anda Gundu (Intention: explaining what mallu sounds like)

5] When two malayalees meet they start talking in MALAYALEE (Intention: Accusatory of Groupism)

6] Are you a Madarasi? (Intention: Typecasting)

7] Can you talk in MALAYALEE (Intention: None, Sheer Ignorance)
P.S: Malayalee as mentioned above refers to the natives of Kerala and Malayalam is the language they speak.

Fell free to add to the list!!!!

The Royal Opera House, Muscat

MAJESTIC - ARTISTIC - OPULENT

The Royal Opera House Muscat

Just like a droplet entering the ocean and a cloud forming in the sky, I felt overwhelmed being part of a setting so magnanimous yet so alluring. Entering the Royal Opera House, Muscat, I was instantaneously embraced by the mystical magic of music and art; the enigma left behind by celebrated artists drew me in soothing my inhibitions. I was mesmerized by the contemporary Omani architecture as I followed the golden radiance emanating through the marble arches and revealing the opulent interiors.

The Interiors

The show was Cossacks of Russia & Tajikistan Folklore. The Tajikistan Folklore showcased their music and vibrant performance in the first segment but the Cossacks of Russia dominated the evening with their strong and athletic renditions with grace, simplicity and humor. The cheer, whistles, laughter and excitement was contagious as the audience didn't hold back expressing the joy left behind by legendary horsemen, warriors, lovers and the common men and women of the Russian Cossack State Dance Company. 

The elevation

The visit to the Royal opera House presented an evening to remember and memories that linger, an evening dedicated to music - a true celebration of life!

Happy Birthday Vishnu

A Special Note For You

My little outbursts never make me feel better,
If anything, it makes you bitter.
I know it hurts, I know it pricks,
But Hey, it's not me just playing tricks.
I hate the distance, I hate the pain,
Sharing you with so many is such a strain.
You say friends add to your grace,
Its a fact that i have come to embrace.
But promise me - In your heart I'll have a special place,
Forever and Always!!!

In the moment of Silence

It breaks my heart not to hear your unending ramblings.
My day seems longer without your “good mornings”.
You ask me, whether I had coffee,
Even though you know I drink only tea.
You set the fan on one,
When you know I like it on three.
A fun night for you is always out in the bar,
When I would like to lie beside you underneath the stars.
The days that have gone in silence,
Is for me to knock some sense,
Into your brain that’s so dense.
Now that you have me, Is it dead, the romance?
Or are you reserving it all for France?
Being in a relationship is not like being in a trance,
Moods may wary but you have to take a stance.
What good is it when you can’t be truthful?
Camouflaging the truth is as good as being unfaithful.
What would you do if the tables were turned?
You no longer remember what it feels like to be burnt!

Worth

A mother’s nurturing, A fathers celebration,
I am that, and not merely a flirtation.
A teachers pride, As a friends always by their side,
I am that, and not a convenient push aside.
Blessed with beauty and grace,
But false pride, I don’t embrace.
I desire to be with the best,
And with you is where my future rests.
Treat me right, treat me nice,
I am not here for you to accessories.
A child’s eye catches fancy to everything that shines:
Think again, if you wish to be that child in trying times.
An eye candy or a trophy, I don’t accept to be,
Coz end of the day I am me, and I am free.

Scribble

When I was a child I asked my Mama,

Can I be whatever I want to be?

She said: "that and more."

When I was a child, I asked my Papa,

Will you get me the stars as well, when I ask for the moon?

He said: "I will always dance to your tune."

When I was a child, I asked my Brother,

Will you forgive me if I were to go wrong?

He said: "I will consider!"

When I was a child, I asked myself,

Will all this last forever?

There came no answer, there came no sign.

I am all grown up now and I know, Forever is never!

But the elements that made up my childhood, I will always Treasure!

Memories that didn’t fade away!

1] Enjoying the unreal secrecy of being in a recluse spot Cheta and I embarked on one of the courageous stunts of our childhood. On the garage floor, where my maternal uncle’s white ambassador car was parked, we found a half smoked beedi thrown away by our house help Kuttappan. It wasn’t put off yet. Cheta very daringly picked it up and took a couple of puffs. I was indeed a tattler but for once I couldn’t fight the urge to try it myself. So I did! My first encounter with - a beedi at the age of 10 if I am not wrong. Over the years my brother graduated to a cigarette and still adds to the tobacco sector’s profits.

2] I remember staying up the whole night with my friends; I think their names were Preeti and Pinky, who had come home to spend the night. We ate a whole lot of peanut butter and bread and we stayed up just to watch the sunrise. That was the only time I witnessed a sunrise in Saudi Arabia. In a strange way, being in a country stifled by restrictions, at that moment basking in the beauty of the golden sun I felt free, really free. I was too young to understand that feeling then, but today I appreciate it.

3] While exiting from the atrium of the mall Crossroads in Mumbai 6 years back, he held my hand for the very first time. A smile crossed my face and if I close my eyes I get transported to that exact moment when my heart was brimming with a joy so innocent that it makes me smile even today.

4] My despair as a child, my despair to be the most special person in at least someone’s life. Curled up in that secret corner in our one bedroom apartment in Jankalyan, tears were running down my cheeks. Attempting to figure out in whose heart did I hold a special place? And..The quest continues or did it just end?