Chalakudy, Kerala, India, UAE, London!!!

Kindly picture yourself as an Alien and describe your imagination.

Duhhh…. Who said Alien means ET and from Mars and scary but sweet and helpful and all that., It also means a foreigner, especially one who is not a naturalized citizen of the country where he or she is living. And, that was me when I ended up on a team with all English and Arab peers, if English was familiar, Arabic was a “Woaaahhh, that sounds very very different”. But, that was fine, people understand, they help, you find they are all nice… west or east people have similar thoughts but different living styles/ backgrounds/ beliefs. Hence, let me quote down a couple of situations I had with them.


It is a moment when everyone from all the departments meet. It Is indeed a great platform as they all share their thoughts, informative conversations (technical / analytical), people who get both fascinated or argumentative as per their mood or platform or whatever. But, that’s definitely not the challenge I meant. It is the ‘Food’. For lunch we have varieties of Soup, Chicken wings and French fries, Pasta and shrimps (differing Continental Cuisine), Biriyani (Lamp or Camel and Beef), kebab, Fish, Chicken and in veg White rice, mostly dal (least consumed) and green salad. The moment we enter this great place of wisdom and social interaction the smell gets you disappointed and heartbroken considering how hungry you are. For people, who are reading this and who are not familiar with my background, I am a Tambrahm, an elite class of Palakkad Iyer, descendant from a much respected class of vadhyar (priests), Herbivorous (the mere thought of any other food would have normally made a tambrahm go insane), with a cultural background which you find very hard to explain to people of same country let alone people of west/ middle east. With that intro, the questions and statements that are thrown upon me includes

  1. “hey, are you a veg or a vegan!!! “
  2. “Why do you not eat non-veg”
  3. “It must be very hard for you not to eat these amazing stuff”
  4. “Its sad that your culture forbids you from these”
  5. “Oh you poor thing”

And, you have to reply with a casual that’s Alright when in fact you are adjusting a lot trying to eat with all the plates around you that have nothing but meat (and I see animated meat which are rather raw).


I have to declare my heart felt gratitude to the Cochin biennale here. Though I have not been to this or have no idea what it is, people around the globe do. And, that had been my reference ever since. It goes like this

Them – where are you from
Me – India
Them – Which part of India
Me – South (I assume they don’t know any further but I am wrong)
Them – Where in South
Me – Kerala
Them – Have you been to the Cochin Biennele
Me – That’s where I am from (Since, I have not been to, I don’t want to say No but this is my answer)
One of them – Kerala is Where Adam or Eve was send, who exactly was send
Another of Them – I think Thomas was also send
Me – Smile and nod!!!

Arundhathi and Dhruva Nakshathram Vs Fashion Statement

I love this place as it taught me East or West women like to notice and complement each other. I used to be complimented on the ‘Mettis’ or toe ring I wore saying it looks amazing and they want to get one too when I always end up saying ‘That is a part of our tradition to wear it’ and they reply ‘That’s an amazing one’. To People who really want to know

After Saptapadi (Seven steps around the fire that confirms the marriage); the grooms sister gently slips silver rings or “Mettis” on brides toes. The couple is then shown the Dhruva Nakshatra or Pole Star, the one who attained immortality through single-minded devotion and perseverance and also the “Arundhathi Nakshatra”, as the ideal wife – the embodiment of charity and virtue. This is symbolic of the fact that such virtues are to be emulated throughout marital life. Something, which is practically not possible to explain to people around you.

My story and happenings continue but I cut short my post.

The Magic

Dreading every day
I saw the dead end
I Stopped breathing
I stopped living…
I did not control my life any more..
I was drifting in the wind
I had lost hope
I remembered reading somwhere
he might let you fall
but, he will also teach you climb up
I had climbed up
As much as I could
My hands were trembling with the pain
I could not hold on any more
I was falling
Falling into an abyss…..

Then, the magic happened
I was rescued by a warrior prince
He gave me hope once again
He taught me to fight once again
He did not come in a white horse
(Misleading text books)
He did not fight wars
(Like All Fictional Stories)
He was not outstanding in the crowd
But, his outlook made the difference
His courage made the difference
He filled me in colors

Magic Happens,
I am a witness…..!!!

My Boss

He smiles when he talks
Not to all of us folks, i must say
He seems nice
that too is early to say
But, this chill runs down my spine
when his voice goes up like a swine
The 3 musketeers who never learn
they r yelled upon in turns
I thought i was strong
then, why do i think like a moron
He has numbers in his head
& no one can replace his stead
I like him for his lead
& i wish all to follow his creed
For he is too good to be any Hari Sadu
as he is my Boss with virtues.

“Dressed Up”

Crossing the lane, i see this lady
Half head shaven, rest brown hair
I saw this boy, faded blue jeans
pockets torn, wallet funky
A girl wore a pant
left leg is a flag, right another flag
A petite woman, white dress like an angel
shoe green, heels pink
Plumb you are, tight is your dress
Lean you are, flowing is your dress
You look like a clown,
i wanted to say
but she is all brands
what a weird mix match!!!
I wonder what’s wrong
the fashion sense gone crazy
Different people, different world
Different ideas, different life !!!


Be careful when you travel with a baby folks

Omg, what was she thinking
or did she just do that intentionally
what if the pram had got struck when the door closed !!!

Metro is a beautiful invention. It is very useful, has a lot of advantages and comparatively very safe also. Still, certain happenings are thought provoking. One such thing happened today morning. As i was hurrying to catch my routine metro etisalat direction train to work, i noticed a philipino mother with her son in a perambulator. Such views are pretty common in the metro’s of Dubai. I did notice the baby, he was may b an year old, cute but i did not pay much attention to the mother. She was asking mostly all people who where entering ‘Does this metro train go to Abu Hail?’ and every other person was answering in affirmative. Still i found her reluctant to enter. the train stops only for couple of minutes. I had already wondered, there were enough signs which made it very clear to her that her destination would be covered if she takes that metro, why the hell was she asking everyone the same question.

All of us had caught a seat and she again asked ‘Does this metro train go to Abu Hail?’ to my fellow passenger and that lady said ‘Yes it does, if you are coming hurry in please’. She pushed her perambulator with her baby inside and the door closed just in time. All of us sighed in horror which was however expected by the way she delayed. This is where i wanted to applause the system they had here. One guy appeared from no where and took in charge of the situation. I anticipated he was an inspector in mufty. He spoke in  a speaker system available and made arrangements for a crew member to stay guard in the next metro stop. Whoa, now that was amazing. one lady volunteered to stay with the baby until he would be passed safe to the mother at the next metro.

Some how i could not fathom what would have happened if the pram was struck in the middle when that door had closed. such a risk when you have a baby along is unpardonable. Was that lady with that baby a babysitter? Likely!!! I am Glad there were people helping and seeing to such situations. Please folks, be careful when you have a baby with you.

DIL Times – I am not a chef

* DIL – Daughter In law

Tough time is not when you have to work over time or when your plan goes wrong, tough time is when things happen regardless of the ‘you’ factor having any role to play. It is when you have to spent time with a group without an option. You have to behave there and cannot be yourself. You have to hear them out and nod. Imagine when this has to happen often!!! I will say that is tough. I can give you an apt context, try being a daughter in law and you will understand.

I always feel we have skipped 2 generations between ours and our parents gen, i think it is a step ahead of the gap that might have occurred between our mother and her in laws. Be a girl or boy, there had been equality in education and exposure. Girls do not just cook, but they drive, take care of home, work, both produce as well as take care of children. However, what have not changed is the concept of marriage in the eyes of the parents generation. Few parents have succeeded in mastering the art of non-interference in their kids life, but again, they are only a handful of them. And this can be tested in the kitchen more than any other place. Neither do my peers nor i think, cooking is a big deal. We think we cook well enough, our spouses know that too, unlike old times they prefer us to be appreciated in the career side rather in the culinary side. Our spouses like it when we stand on a lucrative basis rather than sticking to kitchen all the time. When i feel grateful to this transformation of our spouses mind set, the category who don’t understand this is our previous generation.

It is nice when the husband willingly makes you a cup of coffee, the couple liking it whereas the parents would find fault with the daughter. Well, no big deal as the girls now know to ignore most of it. Without further deviations, my personal experience that lead me write about this is the instance when on a beautiful and rare holiday  i had to spend time with few relatives were they were judgmental on my culinary skills. Handling most of it successfully, one of them took the challenge of experimenting on my patience factor ticking of the entire cuisine she had developed in her 40 years of kitchen life. I know cooking is a major area of interest but not when it is being thrown on a wrong person. At the end of the day i had planned to tell her cooking is not what i mastered in my pre-wed life and having a basic interest i can develop it over the wahchef videos available in youtube. At least she succeeded in testing my patience level as well as communicating to me that she knew a great deal of cooking herself. No offenses intended, i too realized my absorption elasticity as well as how to manage tough times.