The Devil Inside Me...

The highway behind had a story to tell,

The road ahead will have a tale to unveil...

And between them its me n my machine,

Its us, spanning across each n every terrain...

The highway wasn't that lost before,

And the road wasn't that unknown before...

But each time I ride, it scans a different angle,

And brings forth a new version of life to unravel...

Earlier it was the destination that prevailed,

And it was the time that was being consumed...

Now the time and destination doesn't really matters,

And its the path that lies ahead chatters...

The journey ahead doesn't have a stop sign,

And its unlikely that the path will dry up...

From one milestone to another, the web spreads,

To a place called horizon where sky and earth meet up...

It seems as if my journey is filled up with silent rivers,

And those twists and bends like life's mysteries...

Calling up the harmless Road Devil inside me,

Who is not bound by the laws of mass X acceleration...

Nothing's Changed

Nothing's changed.These were the words that I ushered in my heart when I got down at station.On my way home I cud see the cosmetic changes all around the places but the mentality of the people still remained same. I think I am far too speculative in expecting that things will change in a matter of 6 months. What change did I expected to see or whether really I wanted to see any change at all, I dunno. But I was damned happy that life is still slow back in my hometown. Slow not in the sense of development but slow in the terms of people's attitude towards the fast furious world outside.

There was an religious function at home and I was quite amused by the way people got involved in that. From kids to old, from family to neighbors and all people in the neighborhood, all were equally enthusiastic about the function. It has nothing to do with the religion other than that it is related to a ceremony in our family temple, what I am trying to portray is the culture and traditions associated with the function.

Kids n youngsters were the persons who were more into it with elderly person closely watching their deeds. They were all around the place encouraging things in a good manner. Glad that this generation back in our village is not glued to their Cell Phones and TV, its not that they didn't have them , it's that they know how to value things. Its a very close knit network where everyone knew everyone else. And most important was that people knew the difference between blind rituals and cultural tradition.

No matter how descriptive I try to be, the real thing can only be felt only if we were present there.But then I still have to try at least. This time things seems to give a broader perspective when I analyzed how small things can matter to you in your life. And by small things I meant the moments which we would have easily overseen when compared to materialistic benefits we get from it. If we go for a reason or cause then we can easily subdue their importance but once you forget comparing or reasoning you will amazed with the amount of happiness and satisfaction this moments has in store for you.

This time I didn't want things that I scribble in here to be anywhere near to be a travelogue coz I have wrote them enough. This time I just wanted it to be a simple reminder of what it actually means to be in the wilderness and simplicity of life.

Reaching Home....

The second part of "A Journey to Scribble About"

Home Sweet Home.....


Slowly de night started growing meaner and darker,
But I knew the next day is going to be brighter...
Thinking about all de excitement,dunno when I fell asleep,
And in the meantime de train took a giant leap...

De morning came and along with it bright purple yellow sunlight,
Comforting where it touches on the face, that grew cold in night.
De rivers, de green fields n mountains all waving to me,
And de canvas grew livelier with each passing color of life...

A whole day passed and the journey stretches into de evening,
And de time has come at last, rewarding de long tiresome waiting.
There it is, A gateway towards the end of de platform corridor,
Holding the long lost key to my escape to the life from that door...

It was just a matter of moments and there am I,
Where I am all at ease n waving de busyness goodbye...
Embracing the wind on a bike and de time flew like hell,
The journey to home was short,but will take ages to tell...

De fragrance of spices filling the atmosphere around it..
A long awaited supper with all the ingredients in it..
What else a soul will ever need to be at peace?
All lying in front of me,but only two hands to spare....

What have you brought for us? the question poked up,
All those things can wait,I am here now isn't that enough?
No more queries raised as my bed was already prepared,
Travel took a good lot of me, but now I can sleep like dead.....

2 B Contd.......

A Journey to Scribble about....

No marks for guessing...
It's my last visit to God's Own Country...
Last time I wrote a lengthy travelogue and I am glad that you all took some time from your busy schedule to go thru it..
But this time I thought it should be a bit different and here it is...
Penning down my recent visit in the form of Verses rather than Phrases...divided in different parts...
Hope you will like it....

Here's the first One:

The Beginning....


De twilight scattered across the vast umbrella blue sky,
Painting it with vivid colors of imaginations n beauty...
And there comes knocking, de night seemingly very shy,
And de evening birds embracing it and away they fly...

Oh,here comes the day when de journey will begin,
Oh,here comes the day when time says "live again"...
Oh,this is the moment when de soul is gonna be free,
Oh,this moment I wished and prayed forever to be there...

Waited far too long for this day to come,
All I cud think and dream was "home sweet home"...
Haven't been four months since the last time,
But felt like as if it has been a hell lot of a lifetime...

Clock ticked slowly as if it was not in a hurry,
Thought about de remainder and all I cud do was to worry...
Each second seemed to crawl like an hour,
De minutes left seemed to be a cruel war to conquer...

There it is, oh no its not, no it's there like a dot,
Walking to and fro and watching de train taking its own tot...
Inch by inch, its crawling along de long platform side,
Making the crowd go crazy and those standing beside...

Came to halt after a long time as if it hurts like anything to stop,
Pulled de strip and steadied my bag and pushed it to de top...
Pushing de door wide open and I took my first step to freedom,
And scribbled in mind that its time to kiss goodbyes to boredom...

So the beginning has begun as well as my journey...Stay tuned for the eventful events that are going to be on this blog eventually... ;-)

Second Part "Reaching Home"...

De Vacation......

Its been long since I visited my own blog.....
ya it's been really long..
I was on a vacation.. a vacation far from work, far from everybody...
Took sometime for myself...
Get to feel the lighter side of life ...
A life being far from daily nagging of work and all the business ...
Was quite a calm stay at home.. guess what 40 days..
And if that's not enough another 30 days in Delhi....
So I was quite away...but didn't felt it was too long as some of you may assume...
And some will say tht it was rather a long vacation.. (Govt. Job offers that freedom)....
The slowness at home was quite consuming...rather it consumed the whole of me...
Kids, relatives all were just happy to spend time with me..
The most amazing person was my one and a half year old Cousin(what an age difference)..
He was so naughty, a smaller version of Hanuman....
And it was so funny to annoy other people with him...
And day by day he is getting smarter to.. me too (in annoying people ha ha ha..)..
In one sense I was the smallest kid back home playing with everyone didn't even spared grandma..
Needed just a break like this..
It was a mess before(my life) and I was at the highest Self own messing point in my life...
But now after de "Vacation" it's turning on to my way and clearing up all the mess I made....
Planning to move on to somewhere near to my home...
Next year home is gonna be houseful .. My family is moving in... what else can I ask for...
A job near home within few hours reach.. that's the best thing I can ever think of right now...
Eagerly waiting to get into those kid's shoes once again...

Home Sweet Home....

In two days I am leaving for my home. A bit thrilled thinking of the travel and the time I am gonna spend at my home. Last time I was there for just a week and this time I am in for a month's vacation.

A real vacation and I have already made lot of plans. It's a big family get together this time coz for the first time in my 26 years of life I will be with all the members of my whole family. The same very thought gives a feel good feeling.

There was always a difference whenever I am at home and I think I have said that in my previous posts. This time I will write a different travelogue altogether. Really I am missing my home, even though I know that I am not gonna settle in there for a long time but still that feeling that I have somewhere to run to when I am totally exhausted, is so comforting. A comfort for which I dont have to pay any taxes... :)

कहीं दूर किसी गाँव में एक छोटा सा आशियाँ हैं मेरा ,
ओस से सजे पेडों के बीच एक छोटा सा घर है मेरा ।
उसके आँगन मे खेलता है मेरा वो ना भूलाने वाला बचपन ,
उसके चार दिवारी में पनप्थी हुई वो प्यार भरी खुशियाँ ।
यूं तोह वहाँ मैं कुछ दिनों का हूँ मेहमान ,
लेकीन वोही पल ज़िंदगी भर के लिए छोड़ जाती है कुछ याद भरे नीशान ।

My recent visit to Godz Own Country-Part 5(Concluding Part)

Dunno how these days passed so quickly. I always felt de best days were those in which I waited for de moment to start to home, it was so much of fun to count de remaining days.Now I am in home preparing to return.A sad feeling creeps upto heart, oh cant I have few more days.On my way home in train i thought thru this route i will pass again but with a heavy heart..those places which made me happy once will become a burden on de way bak. Am I leaving my home.More than my home I leaving behind a feeling, a feeling even if I try to carry over there will be of no use.. But one thing, whatever i left here i am sure i will retain them de moment I come again.So my waiting starts again dunno how long I have to wait, but i will be bak here one day, after all everybody lives in a hope, I am leaving today with a hope of returning in my heart. Today I definitely have to carry on de hangover, have to break all my rules once again.. have to get accoumsted to other set of rules tht doesnt have a part of mine in them.

Eventhough a lot of people were there @ de station but I felt a silence in each face. Everybody was just waiting for de train to come, as if they just want to run away. I also felt the same pain, why people luk different on their way bak? why they luk sad? dont they know u have to leave to get bak later, u have to part to meet later.I came alone as I cant see people waving me gudbye. This is lesson of life, de things or persons u luv de most are kept away so tht u miss them every moment to let u know how u r incomplete without them. I believe I learned tht lesson. Here it comes, de train which brought me is now here to take me bak. I think i hate this train now more than ever, this is de same train which gave me a lot of moments to cherish, now it is here to change those moments to memories. I hate it, no I am loving it for presenting me such a wonderful boquet of memories.

I got a window seat. Do I need this seat? What will I stare @ now?Can I see things de same way? No was de answer to all de questions tht rose in my mind. But I gathered de strength to luk around, dunno when i will see these places again. AC was so chilling, de coach attendant gave me a pillow and a blanket. I thought of covering my face with it, so that i dont have to see anything. What a rubbish idea? I opened my kit, took out my Selected Editions buk and turned over to page number 91. It was a story of a broker who was involved in a big scandal. I no longer felt it interesting anymore. Closed it even before completing a page. My mind was restless. I wished I had brought my sleeping pills, checked my baggage once again but tht was to in vain.

I thought "Cant i get a gud job in here somewhere?". After 2 years father will return to settle down here. Cant I be with my family then? He had left Kerala @ de age of 17, to serve military, he have given 36 years of his life for his job without any complaints, why am i complaining then?. His job is a dangerous one, encounters, life threatening attacks, he overcame all those, still he thinks what he will do when he retires? What a commitment? Why shud i be left behind in that? And slowly I get engaged in my work mentally, coz day after tomoro I have to get involved in new assignments. Need to format my mind kepping a backup of all de memories to cherish later thinking about those moments. Now I felt a bit easier n relieved. Leaned out door once again to feel the air...A travel to write about was about to finish in a matter of few hours..needed to pen down this feeling.. tried to put my heart out in this, but still ther's a lot of left to convey..may be sometime later..may be during my next travel...

My recent visit to Godz Own Country-Part 4

De long hours of train journey, and now this travel was taking a huge toll on me. After my visit to Sabarimala, I was waiting to lay hands on fish curry prepared by my aunt. Oh I cant explain how delicious it was.Thts wht we call homely fud. By evening i just went for a walk with cousin brother along de paddy fields and de channel which fetches water for de fields. Long bak we used to take bath in this channel.It was so much of fun then, I asked my cousin "Shall we have a bath in this cold water"."Oh com'on we have grown up" was his reply and it didnt took me long to understand he is not interested. Why do we grow old?" Ok whtz ur plan for de night, dining out", he asked. "No baba I will have fud from home only, will have a beer if u insist".He said ok.

Soon we were cruising on de highway.Itz was so easy to ride a bike here, no traffic nothing to disturb you on de road. Everything seemed to be so perfect, just then my cell rang.It was mama, " wht r u doing?I know what r u upto?Itz not gonna happen today.We have to visit an aunt so comebak as early as possible" n she hang up de fone. She knows itz always better to hang up fone before i protest n she did de same thing today. I came bak soon, with a silent protest in my eyes I luked at her. She said "better luck next time". So days were jus passing by visiting relatives n riding bike. On sunday i told her I needed a break, i am going to see my frnds @ trivandrum and will stay there overnight. She told me to come bak early in de morning, I said yes and started for Trivandrum. Sandeep came to pick me up and we all had a nice time together. In de evening I went to see one of my best frnd, it was so nice to meet her after a gap of 7 years. She was going to US next week so ther's no better time than de time we met. On monday morning i was bak @ my home. Atlast 9 days of travel came to an end, but tht was for just one day. Next day I had to start again.

I have just 5 more days left, and de countdown started. De saddest part of every vacation started. Last 5 days more or less revolved around Temple City of Harippad, visiting temples, Mama was also preparing to go back to Delhi, she will come back next month with dad for a month's stay. Brother was also enjoying his time watching films, visiting frnds and i was stuck in front of TV watching my favorate channels.Oh I forget to tell I won de cricket series next two days. What an acheivement, felt like lifting de World Cup. And days passed on and de day came which i hated de most, itz not de day of my travel bak, but de day before. Oh itz so hard to tell people i am going tomoro.Mama asked me to come to Delhi next time, I told mama it wud be better we can come here next time. It was de longest night of my stay here. So all's gonna be over by today, tomoro i will start for Mumbai..............

Part 5:
http://sreekumar147.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-recent-visit-to-godz-own-country_4954.html

My recent visit to Godz Own Country-Part 3

Itz twilight and almost 6 pm,de diffused light is coloring the canvas with crimson red color... havent i seen this before?? did something like this ever happened in Mumbai..afterall de same sun was there too n de vast blue umbrella sky is also de same.. but i havent seen it there, may be i didnt get enough time or i didnt get myself to enjoy this small beautiful things which we oversee always.Whatever may be de reason I dont wanna figure it out now..i just wanna enjoy seeing things happen here. So after a long time i get to know wht actually we all meant by "Gud Evening"...

I wandered around ,checking out things whether they have changed and whatever new things came up during my absence.... nothing much except some plants tht have grown up... "when will these plants bear fruits" I asked not knowing from whom i was expecting an answer.. it will take 2 to 3 years replied grandma.. i turned around saw her standing behind me... staring at me from top to bottom.. "u have grown weak my boy, dont u eat anything there, ah u dont get our kind of fud there"..she asked and she gave de answer too..."yes grandma i miss our type of fud there, itz very hard to get a South Indian kinna dish over there"
. She beacame weak too.. last year she had an accident... she broke her leg...and now she walks with the help of a stick.. poor grandma clearly shows de burden of oldage...

"Shall we play cricket" asked my brother with a bat n tennis ball in his hand.. "let him take rest u can play tomoro,itz already dark outside" mama's voice came from kitchen.. "Plz bhayya just a single 3 overs match".. i said ok...and we both marched to our "Lords" just in front of home..not a big place but we made it luk big with smaller boundaries...from a single match we ended up playing a series of 5 matches which he won comfortably 3/2.. i was no match for him afterall i missed lot of practice games...practice games where de hell will i practice bak in Mumbai.. i told him de next day's series will be mine and he said "we will see"....

I felt a bit tired..needed to have a nap..slowly i crawled up de steps and went to hall.. oh my gudness lotz of people inside .. mama , grandma, aunts, granddaughters..all in front of TV..their favourate Serial was about to begin..."mama will i get dinner tonight" I asked..mama replied " I have already prepared it"...i went inside my room, had a small nap..then had my dinner and bid an early gudnight to everyone seated in front of TV.Lying on bed staring into darkness...i was soon into thoughts... thinking about all my previous stay @ home... thinking about frnds who came here with me n de housewarming ceremony.. felt as if that was yesterday....

Dunno when i slept after dinner, mama woke me up with a cup of tea in her hand...de best part of staying @ home..having bed tea right in your bed...I asked mama any plans for today..she said "we r going to Kollam today evening..U will go to Sabarimala from there tomoro with cousins.. everybody is waiting there for u"..that reminded me i came here for visiting places..
By 10am i was ready to go to town...going to one of my frnd's home."mama i will walk till de bus stop".."OK".. i started along de path i walked long bak..many new houses have came up..no other changes..i reached bus stops in 15 minutes..ya bus services have improved, got my bus within 2 minutes..

My cell rang..call from office.."ya i reached here safely, will get bak to u in de evening" saying tht i put my fone in a silent mode..enough of this buzy life...i am @ home n i am free to do anything..ya ya i convinced myself.Went straight to frnd's home,met her parents.. was so gud to see them.Had my lunch from there Amma's special vegetarian fud...@ 4 Pm i started from there as we have to catch de 4.45 bus to Kollam, mama n brother r waiting for me @ bus station.We are going to my mama's parental home,from there we will go to Sabarimala.Reached there @ 8 PM. Everybody was waiting over there. So gud to see everybody gathered over a single place, "relations still hold values here" I thought.

Part 4:
http://sreekumar147.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-recent-visit-to-godz-own-country_02.html

My recent visit to Godz Own Country-Part 2

De coffee wasn't tht bad enough..itz only de fact that I compared it to my mom's preparation...thtz not fair at all.. poor vendor ...Shornur has something special in itself...Itz a corridor to de Konkan Railway.... de most beautiful one after Darjeeling n Ooty rails...Oh why I am going back to Konkan I have left it long before in de night.. I will see it again only after 13 days..so stop thinking about that I said to myself... de train passed de bridge over Bharathapuzha...no water left in it...only piles of sand...I was only 4 n half hrs away from my home.. this time duration felt so long even though de last 24 hrs of my travel passed like anything...

Wadakancheri went along, no stoppage for this train there, good god it saved almost 10 minutes of time ..then next was de Cultural capital of Kerala ---Thrissur. I remember this place..I used to come here frequently to visit Abi n Mithun..now all that visits were distant memories...
Chalakudi, Angamaali both were main stations but train doesn't have any stoppage there...it slowed down as it neared Aluva...now Alappuzha (popularly known as de Venice of de East) is just 2 hrs away..itz almost 1.45 PM..didn't had my lunch..waiting to get home to have something from mama..enough of outside food...

Watching those backwaters...itz so beautiful n simple....really de Nature God has given a lot to Kerala to be called as God's own country... I admire de simplicity in beauty or vice versa... Kerala has lot of such places... people from all sorts of life come here n enjoy what mother nature has designed to perfection... wow can I live here??? oh what am I thinking?? is it possible?? noway.. I closed my eyes n thought about my home...and I had no more complaints...

Itz almost 4.05 pm de expected time to reach my place.. I leaned thru de door once again ... itz Harippad ,I am going to alight here after this long journey... searched for a familiar face on de platform... brother told me he will be there to receive me... so looked again n again... there he is... raised his hands .. he has changed, his long hairs gone.. with beard n mustache he suddenly seemed to be a big person.. de train screeched to an halt.. I stepped on this station after a long time... last time I came to this station was in April last year.. a complete year haven't passed at all..but I missed my place as if I hadnt come here for last 10 years.. ya this is de affect of de fast life I was living there in Mumbai... this places seems to be decade old...

He carried my bag in his as usual Delhi style as if ther's nothing in that... I knocked him on the head n said "baba b careful..it has lot of things tht will break if it falls"..he gave me nasty luk n asked me "When is ur leave going to be over"???wow what a simple way to ask when r u going bak... I have always been a fan of his humour sense. A frequent question tht I have faced all my life... as we were not living in Kerala..we used to come here only during vacations for 1 month or 2... so relatives always asked us when we are returning... dunno exactly wht they meant by tht question.. I told him i am leaving only when he wants me to leave... I know he will never want me to leave.. I said tht way coz I know he is also going to Delhi de next day when I start back..

"Will u go to Kaatimukku??" I asked the auto driver.. he nodded and we were in it in a moment.. "I am dying from hunger please make it quick" I said to de driver.. he nodded again but he made it sure I gotto know about all de potholes on de road... I didnt say a word coz all I was thinking about my home n its surroundings... if I was going to office in de same way it was cent percent sure tht I would have a mouthful of bad words for de auto driver... There she is , waiting at de doorstep.. my mama... before she cud ask anything.. I yelled I am hungry..give me something to eat.. poor mama she rushed to kitchen and got all tht she prepared for me.. she knew tht I will not eat this afternoon so was well prepared for my appetite..Coconut Chatni, Bittergroud fried, Pappad .. de things I luved was before me in a second.. I finished my lunch @ 5 pm..what a time to have lunch... na na itz my home n here rules are mine...

I went straight to my room... ther's a wallpaper on the wall with "This is my room Luv it or Leave it" written on it...when i saw things arranged in there.. I whispered mama always luved my room...I had a long bath after a long tiresome journey... felt a lot of energy still left inside me... lot of relatives came along to see me..enquiring things..lot of concerns..wah I thought wht will they ask after one week....
the first day of vacation @ home is always special....itz always special ..I felt it!!!!!

Part 3:
http://zreecusblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-recent-visit-to-godz-own-country.html

My recent visit to Godz Own Country-Part 1

Here's my travalogue ........

I started at 12 in the noon on a buzy monday... nearly missed de train..thanx to the cab driver he was so expert @ wheels...and we made it in time...Rushing thru de crowded platform pushing thru de people.. i made it to my seat atlast..thank god i made it....Slowly de long train moved leaving all the faces behind..people waving gudbye's..soon it was cruising above 50 km/ph.

So after a long gap I was going to my hometown leaving behind de most buziest city what others call "Aamchi Mumbai" meaning our own Mumbai..I never felt that way..i never felt like belonging to this city.. nothing can be done as of now..i have to get along with this city of Mumbai as my work demanded this from me..

Anyway i am grateful to this city of fast life, it always reminded me of my calm n quiet surroundings of my village..but sadly, it no longer remain a village ... it is too changing but not @ de same pace in which mumbai is.. it will take decades to grow up anywhere near this buziest city..oh leave all this bloody statistics.. letz go to my home..
de train is heading south...and i felt relieved as mumbai was now almost out of sight...
my mind now bubbled up with numbers... numbers relating to number of days i will be @ home.. number of places i have to visit..suddenly days seemed to be not enough at all for all the plans i made a week b4.

"Hello can i see your traveling pass(ticket)"..I turned around and saw de ticket checking officer was standing up in front with a hand leaning towards me..i reached for my bag and handed over de ticket to him.... he marked all over my ticket.. how neat it was when i bought it.. now see it full of lines up n down.. i saw a valuable piece of paper b4 journey made into nothing within a second...

I was waiting for this person to come n go.. now i am free to get to one of de 4 gateways of the long cubicle from where u can watch things fly by and left behind by de speeding train... i wondered what wud have happened if there was only one door in de compartment..
Itz an offense here in India leaning out de door of a running train, a offense that is not punishable compared to other countries where itz an punishable offense..

Rivers, mountains ,villages all were so good to watch but missed something in them...and sun started settling down somewhere in the west... i whispered in my mind.. i was waiting for this moment for a long time.. next morning i will have fresh air from my own GOC(Godz Own Country).... I had a decent sleep thru de night.. i kept my mobile alarm @ 5.00 am so that I wudnt miss to watch a single place..

A long alarm woke me up, i wondered how come ,so fast 7.00 am came.. itz de usual timing i keep my alarm on weekdays and it was Tuesday...but this Tuesday had a difference I woke up @ 5.00 coz i am traveling...

Train left Mangalore by now...slowly nearing Kerala...and by 5.45 i was @ first station in my GOC.. Kumbla.. Gr8 cricket player Anil Kumble belongs to this place.. how come de air felt so different.. how come de mountains , de rivers, de birds all seemed so different from what i saw de day before..all had a special way of attraction...a feeling of something tht's my own.. I have travelled almost all other parts of India be it North east, north, east or west.. but de moment i entered Kerala it has a different atmosphere in itself... even if i come from other side i.e thru Coimbatore thru Valayaar i cud very well feel the difference in the fragrance , a difference in the air...what an effect...I think I got de missing part in previous day's viewings..

Then there was a list of stations and I can relate myself to each of de stations in de list...
Kanhagad, Payyanuur, Kannur...slowly I was heading to my home..to de land of Temples(Harippad)..Thalasery, Mahe..passed along
I was waiting for Vadakara ...someone is coming to meet me @ Station ... I met Dhanya after a long time after our college get2gether... Train had only 2 minutes of stoppage there.. I know tht wasnt enough... I prayed de signal to be red for little longer period..sadly it didnt.. I met her conveyed my regards and de train started... I felt sad as I opened de card tht she gave me... I missed my college .. I missed my frnds...

Soon de train passed Quilandy and had a long halt @ Kozhikode.. a station very familiar to me as i used to alight here long ago with my classmates till the bus service(Sonia) to Kottayam started from Mananthavady. Nothing much have changed...people seemed to have time for everything... thats a change I loved to happen in Mumbai..noway thtz going to happen there.. thats Mumbai and this is Kerala.

Train left Kozhikode ..thru Kadalundi(I still remember de accident on this bridge)..made a stop in Parapangaadi.. felt as if Jyothish was there to see me..but he wasnt...Then came Tanur, Tirur and Kuttipuram...we first went to Kuttipuram for a college festival Mazzini..................wht a gud experience tht was in my life...traveling without ticket in Parashuraam Express after the festival was over.. Linu, Sandeep, Alshob we enjoyed that travel.. seemed as if they were somewhere around in de same compartment....

Next was Pattambi along the banks of river Bharathapuzha... it was really so beautiful...really unexpressable....Reached Shornur..... Chai Chai..caape caapiiii... not a single difference in the prunanciation of vendors..I had a coffee... but tht was not gud enough...missed my mama's Coffee...


Part 2: http://zreecusblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-recent-visit-to-godz-own-country.html

Heavenly GOA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Sunset at Mirmaar Beach:

A Perfect Place for Frnds to Enjoy

Baga Beach

On top of Aghua Fort

About Goa:

More vacationers visit Goa every year then any other destination on the west coast of India. Why? Wonderful climate. A glorious history richly preserved in churches, forts, traditional homes, villages and its cities. Spectacular pageantry. Colourful festivals. Warm and gracious people. Superb cuisine. Goa is one of India's most laid back, yet sophisticated and exciting , destinations. From miles and miles of sunny beaches, to the splendors of its quaint cities, towns and cobbled alleyways, Goa is more than just beaches and sunshine. It's also the charm and magic of toxic resorts, a verdant green countryside, lush green forests and abundant wildlife topped with the legendary warmth and hospitality of the Goan people.

And away from the beaten track , travelers discover a romantic and other-century goa in its medieval small towns, and beautiful villagers, with rich flora and fauna. There is so much to see and yet at the end of it all you feel there's too little time.

A truly exhilarating out of this world experience that only Goa can provide. Whether it's fun adventure , sunshine, spirituality or just plain relaxation, you don't need to look beyond the magical land of Goa.

Goa A place very near to heaven... But, still our dearest Kerala remains God's Own Country...