Saturday, May 14, 2016

Peruvian Diary

… We love to travel and grab any chance that comes our way to see and learn about this marvelous world while we are still alive. So, to be quite honest, the Peruvian dream came from a post card of the New List of 7 World Wonders which was casually passed to our hands during our previous trip. It was during a bus journey to see Chichén Itzá, the intricate structure of Mayan ruins on Mexico's Yucatán Peninsula. In that list, we saw the breathtakingly beautiful Machu Piccu, which I only came to know at that moment, was located in the country of Peru (pardon my ignorance..). Universe conspired to make the dream happen and the rest is history…

… As usual, we were doing our pre-travel preparations. We found that unlike other tourist destinations, the ticket booking process was not very well-organized through the internet. It was quite a difficult process to get the confirmations. It was our first experience to book through whatsapp (technology, you guys!). Spanish is the main language and English is “Latin” in Peru. So, they translate everything we type to Spanish, then translate their answer back to English and send us. Long story short, we had some fun in the process… And why did we choose to travel just weeks before our l’il one’s 2nd birthday? (Go figure!)

Finally, after a 11 hours long flight, we landed in the continent of South America for the first time (I know, it might sound silly while reading, but it was quite a fulfilling moment…). It was night already in Lima, the capital city of Peru. Having an action-packed 7 days planned in front of us, we went directly to the hotel and slept. The first day, we decided to be obedient tourists and took a half day sight-seeing tour of the charming Lima city (You know, you become less adventurous after having a baby, OR is it relatively speaking more adventurous?). We were beginning to hear about the Incan civilization and the Spaniards conquering the Incans, which happened in the 1500’s. The Inca civilization originated in Peru sometime in the early 13th century and is one of the few ancient civilizations, the ruins of which are still preserved (FYI - one among them is Indus Valley Civilization originated in India). We saw the majestic Presidential Palace (in fact, we stayed couple of blocks away from the royal Palace of the Peruvian President!). We saw the incredibly beautiful Basilica Cathedral of Lima. Its colonial structure and façade was unbelievable. Fortunate enough, we could experience the Sunday mass of the magnificent church built in the 1500’s. We saw the historical center of the charming Lima city and proceeded to Huaca Huallamarca. Quechuan is the original language of the Incan Empire and “Huaca” in Quechuan means a monument. We could see many “Huacas” throughout Peru, which basically was ruins preserved from the Incan times. Each one of them took us some 500 to 1000 years back in time! We learned that the pyramids built in pre-Incan time was solid ones unlike the Egyptian pyramids which were hollow and had rooms to preserve the mummies. Also, they were flat at the top and was mainly used as a platform for the kings and priests. Later, mummies were preserved by digging rooms in the pyramids. We saw a handful of real mummies – with real hair and muscles still preserved – we could even see their facial expressions (Creepy?!). And the interesting thing was that they believed that since we came to this world in the fetal position, we should go to the afterworld also in the same fetal position. Hence, all the mummies we saw were in fetal position! (There is something for you to digest for a while!)

We proceeded to Museo Rafael Larco (Yes, they built a museum for our son!). The Museum was built over a 7th-century pre-Columbian pyramid and it contained a huge collection of pre-Columbian art which is really a must-see. The interesting part was the Erotic gallery, which contained an unbelievable collection of archaeological pottery representing different sexual states (Thank Goodness our son was only 2!). The outside of the museum was completely adorned with different kinds of bougainvillea which was a treat to the eyes. We had dinner under the roof made of the beautiful flowers and leaves and roots.

We went to the city of Paracas. From there, we took a boat ride to the Ballestas Island. How do I describe this? The Island was a natural wildlife sanctuary which was home to numerous species of sea birds (some of them were endangered), sea lions and most importantly, the endangered Humboldt Penguins. We saw them, a lot of them, colonies of them doing their “Happy Feet” dance and we were also on happy feet seeing them in their natural habitat. We saw seals, pelicans, many rare and stunning species of birds and sea spiders. It was not only the variety of species that kept our jaws open, but the quantity of them. It was like endless number of birds, undisturbed in their natural habitat far far away from man. On the way, we could see the huge, mysterious geoglyph carved into the face of a cliff over 1000 years ago. It had the shape of a chandelier from one side and a cactus plant from the other. The purpose of why it was carved is still unknown. The boat had driven way past it and I realized that my neck was completely twisted trying not to lose sight of it!

Up next, we went from the ocean to the sky. This was a major highlight of this journey. We took the small airplane to see the Nazca Lines, a once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity to fly over the Nazca Lines. They are a series of ancient geoglyphs etched into the rocky deserts of Nazca. It is a UNESCO world heritage site. There are about 300 different figures covering nearly 1000 sq km. Some of the figures are 100s of meters wide and kilometers long. They were mostly figures of plants, animals, birds and geometrical figures. They are HUGE. We saw 12 of the most famous ones pretty close which included the hummingbird, monkey, lizard, pelican, whale, spider, tree, hands, astronaut, parrot etc. and so many geometrical figures converging and diverging mysteriously over the horizon. The purpose and origin of these geoglyphs still remains a mystery. Some scholars even associate aliens’ intervention in the creation of these figures. Why and how did humans create them?!

We went to Cusco, the capital of the Inca Empire, the most popular Peruvian city, home to Machu Piccu, the World Wonder. The first thing we noticed after boarding off the flight was that, there was Coca leaves and Coca tea everywhere freely available right from the airport, in the hotel and anywhere we went. Coca tea was free in restaurants (Oh, you din’t get it, these are the leaves from which cocaine is made, now you are reading!). We had read about it that we need to drink coca tree in Cusco to fight altitude sickness. We dint take it very seriously and dismissed it thinking we are never gonna drink anything starting with “coca”. Trust me, altitude sickness is real! Cusco is 11,000 feet (3400 meter) above sea level. We went to further high about 3,800 meters high. For a comparison, Mount Everest is 8,800 meter high. So, Cusco will be a little less than half of Mt Everest. So yes, altitude sickness is real, I was hit by it. The oxygen levels are different, the atmospheric pressure is different, our heartbeat and breath rate changes, it takes at least a day to get acclimatized. I felt as if I was asked to jump out from a 100 story building. Give me some coca tea please, give me one more cup! So we all, including Ralfi sipped coca tea throughout the 3 days in Cusco. It doesn’t make you “high” or anything. It just helps fight the altitude sickness. Cocaine is produces only after chemical processing, but interestingly, we learned that a blood test would show positive for cocaine for all 3 of us, Lol! Those leaves and many varieties of coca candies, chocolates etc were available everywhere. We were warned that taking coca leaves to the US would bring us free pass to the US Jail!! Enough about coca, I think my blood still has it!

We visited the Cathedral of Cusco. Photography was prohibited inside. The architecture and the intricacy of the inside was inconceivable. Of all the churches that I have seen, this one had the most exceptional architecture. It was built in the 1600’s after the Spaniards’ conquest of the South America. Hence the architecture was mostly European. Some of the colonial arts inside the church were really huge (huge as in “you-cannot-see-the-top-of-the-art-if-you-stand-in-front-of-it” kind of huge). And there was an impressive collection of archeological artifacts as well. For the first time, a church reminded us of a temple with grant altars for different deities. Some of the architecture was completely built in gold or silver. It was an Incan temple converted to Cathedral and was some experience!. It is a UNESCO heritage site. The guide explained us about how the Europeans depicted Jesus with head up, less bloody and less dejected; right beside was the Peruvian concept of Jesus, whose head was bowed down, quite miserable and very bloody. It was an interesting info. After that we visited the historic center of Cusco, a beautiful Monastry and the most popular Sun Temple of Cusco. We got so much knowledge on the concept of God of the Incans and how the concept was changed and in fact forced upon the native Peruvians by the Spanish conquest. Currently, approx. 80 % of Peruvians are Catholic Christians. The native Incans considered the Cosmic forces as God. 

We went from Cusco further high around 3,800 meters. We visited Saksaywaman on the outskirts of Cusco. It is a Fortress built around 1100’s. What kept us in awe was the way it was constructed. It is made up of huge stones (largest used in any building at that time), each stone precisely cut in such a way that they interlock each other without any mortar! A single piece of paper will not fit between those giant stones. And the incredible fact is that it is still intact and survived multiple earthquakes. Some things in this world are quite unfathomable – another UNESCO heritage site. Situated on a hilltop overlooking the city of Cusco, it was used for military purpose and other ceremonial functions.

Next, we went to see Moray, an archeological site in the village of Maras. It is a mind blowing ruin of the Inca civilization with series of enormous concentric terraces. This needs some explanation! I know, I am using a lot of superlative adjectives, but trust me, it was mostly a superlative journey… Moray is said to be the agricultural experimentation station of the ancient Incas with its own sophisticated irrigation system. Each of those giant terrace and depression is designed and oriented in such a way that the climate slightly varies between the terraces. A temperature difference of 15˚C between top and bottom terrace! This man-made micro climate was utilized by the Incans to experiment various crops at one humongous site. (That, there, is technology without any gadgets…). I should mention this, climbing the steps up and down the site of the ruin with a backpack of toddler emergencies and holding a hyperactive toddler + altitude sickness still lingering was super adventurous. At some point, we both were panting heavily, involuntarily with mouth wide open, resembling a dog!

Up Next, we went to Salinas de Maras, another wow site of pre-Incan period. It was along the slopes of Qaqawinay Mountain in the Urubamba Valley of Peru. It is mainly salt evaporation ponds designed in the 1400’s to obtain Salt, which used to be and still is a huge source of the local revenue. It is mainly the amazingly clever design of the site that wowed us. No, it is not the usual sea salt. Since pre-Incan times, salt was obtained from mountain streams rich in salts and minerals. The site was on top of a plateau which basically consisted of nearly 3000 polygon shaped mini ponds (about 4 sq meter), again designed with a terrace – depression model. The main mountain stream rich in salts and minerals (Oh my, I tasted the water, it was saltier than sea water!) is directed so wisely and carefully in such a way that the water flows in branches and mini branches bringing water to each and every one of these ancient mini ponds which hold the water. The flow to each pond can be individually controlled by blocking the flow to it. The water is evaporated by sun and the salt collected. The color of the salt varies from white to reddish brown depending on the purity and the minerals. This is one source of the famous pink salt (next time you visit our home, blame that weird taste of the curry to the salt J). The surprising fact is that these entire system was built during the pre-Incan times and is still in use commercially. This site produces several thousands of tons of salt annually. An interesting story was the origin of the word salary. Sal means Salt in Latin, during those times, wage was given as a sack of salt, since salt was a “currency” of great value in the barter system. The modern word salary was derived from that (imagine checking the bank account and seeing “Great job, one bag of salt credited”… ).

In between, we took a stop to visit a small native Cusco weaving market place where some native women demonstrated how they produced different colors for textiles out of natural plants and vegetables. They weaved and colored right in front of us and welcomed us with coco tea served in earthen cups. We felt as if we visited an Incan home. We felt good and purchased some nice textiles from them.

Next, we went to our dream place, Machu Piccu, which inspired this entire trip. Since I am running out of adjectives, I might struggle to describe this. It is true that some places and experiences cannot be described in words or captured in photography. It should be breathed into. Machu Piccu is one such place. It should be lived and felt. We took a 4 hour scenic train ride to and from MP. The train was a Vistadome which was designed so that we can see the entire mountain range from any angle, the roof was mostly glass and the sides also had big glass windows. With the traditional Peruvian music playing in the background; mountains, valleys, streams, flowers passing by; it felt like a surreal train journey. Finally, after a series of van-train-bus rides, and adventurous climbing of several steep steps holding a ready-to-run toddler (when there is a dream, there is a will!), voila – we are breathing Machu Piccu! MP is an Incan fortress built by the 9th Incan King (the main one). It sits high in the Andes Mountain of Peru above the Sacred Valley, surrounded on all sides by gigantic mountains, which makes it hard for invaders to spot. It was also built with the same sophistication of huge stones interlocked without the use of mortar. It is a mini village with places of dwelling, worship, irrigation, farming etc. it must have been an independent society on its own on the top of a Mountain with no means of transportation at the time of its use. Agricultural land is separated from urban land. The buildings have intriguing design with astronomical alignments and panoramic views, seasons could be predicted from sunlight radiating to different windows. And the backdrop of MP has the shape of side-view of the face of a brave king with different mountains forming the head, nose, lips and chin of the king. W-O-W!! We experienced some breathtaking views of the Sacred Valley with a backdrop of Amazon rainforests. The closer we approached the fortress, the more it fascinated us, giving us the feel of how well-planned it is and how enormous the entire structure is. Thanks to the American historian who brought this abandoned jewel to the attention of the world in early 1900’s. No wonder it is one of the New List of 7 Wonders of the World and a UNESCO Heritage site. The exact original use of MP is still a mystery. Let it always remain a mystery…

Since we could not actually go to the Amazon, we compensated it by going to a grand Zoo in Lima. It had several species of all sorts of animals and birds found in the South American Amazon jungles. We saw Anaconda, rare varieties of monkeys, parrots, tortoise and many other animals. Being a curious monkey, Ralfi really enjoyed it… We were nearing the end of the trip. We decided to give some rest to the body. We went to Parque de la Reserva, a park famous for its 13 distinct and unusual water fountains and is the largest fountain complex in the world. In the night, we saw the Water show in the Magic Fountain, which literally kept me standing in awe. It was a 4D laser show projected to a huge fountain which was dancing to the tune of the music and the laser and with mist of water falling onto us. The show took us through the history of Peru, the Incans, the architecture, the places and gave us the feeling of Peru in quite a dramatic way. We liked it so much that we waited and saw the same exact show a second time. Being interested in experiencing the local culture and folk performing arts, we went to have a lovely Peruvian dinner with a large group of local artists performing different varieties of Peruvian and Spanish dance on a huge stage in front of us within the restaurant itself. The energy and passion was so high, we could sense the enthusiasm in the air. In between every show, they played energetic music for the guests to come and dance. You guessed it right, Sharif and I looked at each other, he held Ralfi in his arms and invited me to dance. We 3 went to the dance floor and danced to the tune of some lovely Peruvian music (as if no one is watching us), and yes we were the only crazy ones to dance with a baby.

Here we are, on our last day of the trip. We 3 dressed up in formal attire and was ready to visit the inside of the Presidential Palace of Peru. Interesting things started to unfold on this last day. I wore a traditional Indian Salwar and Sharif did a complementing formal shirt. While we were inside the palace, a local visitor asked us if she can take a picture with both of us. Thinking that she must have found our attire interesting, we allowed and happily posed for her. At the end of the visit, she again wanted another picture just with me, I posed again with a big smile, but it kept us wondering (You will understand this later). All the visitors to the Palace on that day were Spanish speaking, so we were kept waiting. Staff at the reception spoke only Spanish and we were struggling to explain. A personal staff of the President passed by and seeing us, he came forward and helped us communicate. He seemed very pleased to see us and said that he will personally guide us throughout the Palace. We got a private guided tour of the Presidential Palace by one of the personal staff of the President! He also took snaps for us in different rooms (Again, you will understand later). After the visit, we took a stroll through the streets of Lima. An elderly person, a young boy, a police, and a few locals asked us which country we are from and we answered that we are originally from India. Then it struck us. We recollected a conversation that we had with a local guide in the beginning of the trip – he told us that Bollywood movies are a huge hit in Peru. There is even a Peruvian channel which regularly streams Bollywood movies. He clearly pronounced the names of Shah Rukh Khan, Aishwarya Rai, Maduri Dixit, Amitabh Bachchan and all the main actors. He told us that he grew up seeing those movies and still eagerly waits for the movies. He has even seen the latest ones which we haven’t! We saw the big poster of SRK in the streets of Lima. And Peru was one place where we did not see much Indian tourists, only a couple of them in the whole trip. So when we wore the traditional Indian dress, they felt so happy to see us and talk to us. Then we learned that Peruvians love India, its culture and its movies. A young local girl came to us with her lil sister and talked to us for more than an hour or so, she wanted to know everything about India. She said, her parents, she and now her lil sister - everybody loves India. We could see generations of love for India there. Three young Peruvians told us at different occasions that it is their life’s dream to visit India and they are saving for it. It was a pleasant experience. We saw the changing of the guard in front of the Palace and enjoyed the tourists dancing to the tune.

We culminated the trip by going to the Love Park (Parque del Amor) which was a beautiful park overlooking the Pacific with some stunning ocean panoramic views and boardwalk. We could see many heads turning when we walked through the Park because of our Indian attire. We felt special indeed!

Honestly we did not expect Peru to be such a great journey. We learned a lot. Peru elevated our respect for our human ancestors and their workmanship. The geography gave us a divine sensation in many of the places. People were generally pleasant and humble. It is journeys like these that I like to call a Pilgrimage. With tired muscles and curious minds, we landed back home, sweet home !



Thursday, December 10, 2015

Viaje a México


"Viaje" in Spanish means journey. This is a short blog to scribble my memoirs of our journey to Mexico. It's been a while since we did a major trip. We decided to visit Mexico for a few reasons. A: we don't need a visa (if you have a legal US visa or permanent residency). B: we have heard about how beautiful the nature is.

As excited as we were in planning the whole trip, to be honest, we were a little scared too. Mainly because it's the first major trip with our l'il one and there is this stigma that Mexico is not at all a safe place. To my surprise, at least four of my friends had the same exact exclamatory question to me sounding like "why are you going to Mexico ? It is full of drugs, crimes and mafia and it is not a safe place to visit with a toddler". We dismissed those questions with the confidence you get only through interacting with people of different cultures and with the wee bit of travel experiences we were blessed to have. Our elderly neighbor who already visited the place gave us a piece of advice: "Use common sense. Take the same precautions as you would take in any major city in the world". That sounded fair !

It was the thanksgiving long weekend. As expected, the flights were overbooked and delayed. After a dramatic turn of events and itineraries, finally we reached Cancun, Mexico. Wow! Let me begin by telling you that whatever be the prejudice and reproach about the country, we could see the airport pouring with tourists from all over the world speaking so many different languages. Then itself we made up our mind that if those many decided to spend their thanksgiving in Cancun, there must be something amazing waiting us.. The first thing that attracted us was the attitude of the locals. There was a warmth and inherent innocence in their approach towards us. I had read that you would be bombarded by locals trying to sell tourist packages of different sorts and many other stuffs. To our surprise, what we could see was them holding their placards of different tour companies (about different packages) and not bothering us at all, let alone bombard us !!

I wish I had the time and energy to explain all the details of the different places we visited during this trip. But my toddler doesn't give me that luxury :) so, i'll make it short. We took a full day tour to see one of the New list of 7 Wonders of the world, Chichen Itza, Yucatan. It's the cornerstone of Mayan civilization. We learned and experienced more about ancient Mayans on that single day than we ever read or learned at school ! It is definitely a must-see-and-feel in a lifetime. Again, the locals treated us pleasantly, gently and cordially.

The nature mesmerized us everywhere. Overall, it is a very green place. We took a dip in some of the most beautiful underground rivers in the world. The water was blue-green. There was gentle misty waterfalls falling from far above towards the water we swam. And the air was as if we gave the "soft glow" effect to a picture ! It felt like we were in a dream or something. We spent a whole day in Xcaret, the eco-archaeological Park, which is known as the majestic paradise of Mexico. It was definitely a majestic paradise with all the nature and some of the most beautiful creations of God. I always feel that journeys like this take me closer to God, the Creator and Sustainer of this world. We experienced spa right in the lap of nature, seeing and hearing the lullaby of gently falling waters. Another thing I absolutely loved is the Fish Therapy, which is basically a pedicure done by so many tiny fresh water fishes. They love to eat the dead skin and the result was amazing smooth feet ! And the day was royally culminated with a two hour long cultural extravaganza. It was a true feast to our senses with all the different kinds of traditional Mexican music, songs, dance, folklores and dramas. Every single sequence was done gracefully with so much attention to detail, sincerity and true passion. We learned about the native past and present of the country and how they beautifully married together.

The food is something which caught our attention everywhere. The part we visited has a tropical climate. We are basically from a tropical state of India. We noticed a lot of similarity in the dishes and the method of presentation. They used plantain leaves to serve many of their dishes. We found dishes very similar to "ilayada", "kadukka nirachathu", "ari pathiri" and some tropical cool drinks, which are the delicacies of Kerala, India (Can you believe it ?!) The food was very diverse and savory. I always got this feeling that we can understand how rich the culture and heritage of a place is by looking at the variety of traditional dishes the place offers. Again, the hospitality and earnestness of the locals was heart warming. We did not see any arrogance or greed for tips, which is usual in tourist destinations.

We did some other touristy stuffs - went in a sub-sea exploration submarine, got the experience of an All-Inclusive Resort ( when you see endless, perfectly presented yummy delicacies and a not-so-big tummy, that's a genuine dilemma !! ). We felt that the locals really loved to entertain our l'il one...

Everyone was happy to assist and took as their responsibility to guide us (of course not for money). Needless to say, we used our common-sense safety measures. As our elderly neighbor rightly said, the same ones you take when you visit any major city in the world. All in all, we fell in love with the people, food, nature and rich culture of Mexico. It was truly a different (in an amazing way) experience compared to what we thought or heard or what some stigmatize about Mexico. In all the places, we felt that everyone including taxi drivers, tour guides, restaurant waiters, staffs at different places they all had the same eagerness in welcoming us to Mexico as if they are welcoming to their own family. They kept their right hand on top of their heart when saying "bienvenida" (meaning welcome) or "Ola" (meaning hello). They addressed us by calling "amigo" (friend).

We saw smiles instead of drugs, innocence instead of guns and kindness instead of mafia.... We felt that their tourism slogans are very meaningful and apt - "Mexico, The place you thought you knew", "Mexico - Live it to believe it". Given a chance, we will absolutely visit again !

 

Sunday, November 23, 2014

മലയാളിയും ചുംബനവും


ബ്ലോഗ്‌ എഴുതാൻ ഇഷ്ടമുള്ള ഒരാൾ ആണ് ഞാൻ. എഴുതാനുള്ള വിഷയങ്ങളും വാക്കുകളും ഇടക്കൊക്കെ മനസ്സിൽ വരാറുണ്ട്. പക്ഷെ, അതൊന്നിരുന്നു എഴുതാൻ പലപ്പോഴും പറ്റാറില്ല, കാരണം, അത് തന്നെ, സമയക്കുറവു (I know, it’s a made up excuse). പക്ഷെ ഇതിപ്പോൾ എനിക്ക് എഴുതണം. എഴുതിയേ പറ്റൂ.

എവിടെ നോക്കിയാലും ഇപ്പോൾ ഒരു ചുംബനമയം ആണ്. മലയാളി പരസ്യമായി ചുംബിക്കണോ വേണ്ടേ എന്നുള്ളതാണ് ഇപ്പോൾ world hunger കഴിഞ്ഞാൽ അടുത്ത പ്രശ്നം ! അതിനെ ചൊല്ലി അടിച്ചു തകർക്കാൻ ഒരു കൂട്ടർ, അഭിപ്രായം പറയാൻ (തടി കേടില്ലാത്ത പണി) ഭൂരിഭാഗം കൂട്ടർ, വാദിക്കാൻ, ചുംബിച്ചു കാണിക്കാൻ, അത് FB ഇൽ പോസ്റ്റ്‌ ചെയ്യാൻ അങ്ങനെ അങ്ങനെ ചുംബനോല്സവം തകൃതി ആയി നടക്കുന്നു.

ഇതിനെ പറ്റി പല സെലെബ്രിടീസ് ഉം അവരവരുടെ അഭിപ്രായവും ആയി മുന്നോട്ടു വരാൻ തുടങ്ങിയിരിക്കുന്നു. ഇതൊക്കെ വായിക്കുന്നവര്ക്ക് ആദ്യം അറിയേണ്ടത് എഴുതിയവൻ പ്രൊ-ചുംബനം ആണോ ആന്റി-ചുംബനം ആണോ എന്നതാണ്. ഇനി ഈ ഞാനിലേക്ക് തിരിച്ചു വരാം. ഞാൻ ഒരു “വല്യ പുള്ളി” അല്ല. അത് കൊണ്ട് എന്ടെ സുഹൃത്തുക്കളുമായി എന്ടെ കാഴ്ചപ്പാട് ഷെയർ ചെയ്യുക എന്നത് മാത്രം ആണ് ഈ ബ്ലോഗ്‌ ന്റെ ഉദ്ദേശ്യം. അല്ലാതെ മേല്പറഞ്ഞ ലോകപ്രശ്നതിനു ഒരു പരിഹാരം കണ്ടെത്തുകയോ നാടിനെ ഉധരിക്കലൊ അല്ല. ഞാൻ strictly ആന്റി ഓ പ്രൊ ഓ അല്ല. അത് കൊണ്ട് ആ കൂട്ടര്ക്കു മറ്റെന്തെങ്കിലും പ്രവൃത്തിയിൽ മുഴുകാം.

ചുംബിക്കാൻ എനിക്ക് ഇഷ്ടമാണ്. In fact, that is the thing I do most of the time these days. അത് സ്വീകരിക്കുന്ന ആൾ നു 5 മാസമേ പ്രായം ഉള്ളൂ … പല തലങ്ങൾ ഉം പല ഭാവങ്ങൾ  ഉം ഉള്ള ഒരു സുന്ദര അനുഭൂതി ആണ് ചുംബനം. അത് കൊടുക്കാനും സ്വീകരിക്കാനും കഴിയുക എന്ന് പറയുന്നത് തന്നെ ഒരു ഈശ്വരാധീനം… see, I got carried away by the very thought ! coming back… ഞാൻ വായിച്ച ചുംബന ലേഖനങ്ങളിൽ പൊതുവായി ശ്രദ്ധിച്ച ചില കാര്യങ്ങൾ:

  • മലയാളിയെ ഒന്നടങ്കം തരം താഴ്ത്തുക .. as if ‘Malayali’ is the name of a horrible person ! “ഇതാണ് മലയാളിയുടെ പ്രശ്നം” എന്ന് പറയുന്ന വ്യക്തിയോട് തന്നെ എനിക്ക് സഹതാപം ആണ്. മലയാളിക്ക് മാത്രമായി ഒരു പ്രശ്നവും ഇല്ല. ഒന്ന് മാറ്റി പറഞ്ഞാൽ, മറ്റേതൊരു ജനതക്കും രാഷ്ട്രത്തിനും കുഗ്രാമത്തിനും  ഒക്കെ ഉള്ള പ്രശ്നങ്ങളും വികാരങ്ങളും ഒക്കെ തന്നെ ആണ് മലയാളിക്കും ഉള്ളത്. അതിന്റെ rate of expression ഓരോ ജനതക്കും കൂടിയും കുറഞ്ഞും ഒക്കെ ഇരിക്കും.
  • സംസ്കാരം – ഇതാണ് നമ്മുടെ സംസ്കാരം , ഇതാവനമെടാ നമ്മുടെ സംസ്കാരം എന്നൊക്കെ വച്ച് കീറുന്ന വ്യക്തിയോടും എനിക്ക് മേല്പറഞ്ഞ വികാരം തന്നെ. എന്താണ് “സംസ്കാരം” ? I actually looked it up !! Samskaras are the imprints left on the subconscious mind by experience in this or previous lives, which then color all of life, one's nature, responses, states of mind, etc.

ഓക്കേ.  അത് കുറച്ചു complicated ആയതു കൊണ്ട് ഞാൻ തന്നെ define ചെയ്യാം. സംസ്കാരം is somewhat synonymous to culture, heritage etc. മിക്കവാറും വ്യക്തികൾ ചിന്തിക്കുന്നത് പോലെ “സംസ്കാരം” എന്നത് ഒരു പോസിറ്റീവ് കാര്യം അല്ല. അത് ഒരു നെഗറ്റീവ് കാര്യവും അല്ല. It is a factual matter which can be good or bad according to how or where you look at. So, പരസ്യമായി ചുംബിക്കുന്നത് മലയാളിയുടെ സംസ്കാരം അല്ല എന്ന് പറയുന്നതിനെ ഒരു വാദ കണ്ണോടു കൂടി കാണേണ്ട ഒരു കാര്യവും ഇല്ല. It’s a factual sentence.

അങ്ങനെ അങ്ങനെ പോകുന്നു അഭിപ്രായങ്ങളും ചുംബന ലേഖനങ്ങളും. ഇനിയും അത് പോലെ ഉള്ള ഒരു അഗാധ വിശകലനത്തിന് എനിക്ക് സമയവും ഇല്ല താല്പര്യവും ഇല്ല. പോളി ടെക്നിക് ഇൽ പഠിച്ച ഒരു മലയാളി എന്ന നിലക്ക് ഞാൻ ഇതിനെ ഒരു logical angle ഇൽ അവലോകനം ചെയ്യാൻ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നു. താഴെ പറയുന്ന 4 scenarios നമുക്ക് പരിഗണിക്കാം.

Scenario 1 – സ്ഥലം : സൗദി അറേബ്യ

സ്ത്രീകൾക്ക് വാഹനം ഓടിക്കാൻ അനുവാദം ഇല്ല. സ്ത്രീകൾ അവരുടെ ശരീരം ഒരിഞ്ചു പോലും വിടാതെ മുഴുവനും മറക്കണം. ഒരു മേജർ മെഡിക്കൽ ട്രീട്മെന്റ്റ് ചെയ്യേണ്ടി വന്നാൽ അതിനു male guardian ൻറെ അനുവാദം വേണം. സ്ത്രീകൾ അവരുടെ ഭർത്താവിൻറെ (or male guardian) കൂടെ മാത്രമേ യാത്ര ചെയ്യാനോ പുറത്തു ഇറങ്ങാനോ പാടുള്ളൂ. Not with any guy friends or guy relatives other than the guardian (scary isn’t it ? ). പരസ്യ ചുംബനം ? Out of question !

Scenario 2 – സ്ഥലം : നമ്മുടെ കേരളം

സമ്പൂർണ സാക്ഷരത ഉള്ള നാട്. സ്ത്രീകൾക്ക് യഥേഷ്ടം വാഹനം ഓടിക്കാം. കുറച്ചു മോടെസ്ടി ഇൽ വസ്ത്രം ധരിക്കണം. സാരി / ചുരിദാർ ആണ് പൊതുവായി അന്ഗീകരിക്കുന്ന വേഷം. പക്ഷെ മറ്റു വെസ്റ്റേൺ വസ്ത്രങ്ങളും മോടെസ്റ്റ് ആണെങ്കിൽ ഒരു പ്രശ്നവും ഇല്ലാതെ ധരിക്കാം. ഒരു സ്ത്രീക്ക് അവളുടെ ആൺ സുഹൃത്തുക്കളുടെ കൂടെയും colleagues ൻറെ കൂടെയും ഒക്കെ യഥേഷ്ടം യാത്ര ചെയ്യാം. ചുരുക്കി പറഞ്ഞാൽ വേഷത്തിലും ഭാവത്തിലും ഒക്കെ മോടെസ്ടി പ്രതീക്ഷിക്കുന്ന ഒരു സമൂഹം. വിവാഹം കഴിക്കാതെ ഒരുമിച്ചു താമസിക്കാൻ അനുവാദം ഇല്ല. സന്ധ്യ കഴിഞ്ഞാൽ സ്ത്രീകള്ക്ക് സുരക്ഷിതത്വം കുറവാണു. പരസ്യമായി ച്ചുംബിക്കാമോ ? ഇപ്പോൾ ഇല്ല, പക്ഷെ അതിനുള്ള യുദ്ധം നടന്നു കൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു.

Scenario 3 – സ്ഥലം : ലണ്ടൻ

സ്ത്രീക്കും പുരുഷനും ഒരു പ്രശ്നവും ഇല്ലാതെ തെരുവുകളിൽ ചുംബിക്കാം. ഏതു രീതിയിലും സ്വതന്ത്രമായി വേഷം ധരിക്കാം. വിവാഹം കഴിക്കാതെ ഒരുമിച്ചു താമസിക്കാം. ആണിന് ആണിനേയും പെണ്ണിന് പെണ്ണിനേയും പ്രേമിക്കാം, വിവാഹം കഴിക്കാം.

Scenario 4 – സ്ഥലം : ലാസ് വെഗാസ്

ചുംബനം ഒരു തുടക്കം മാത്രം. അന്തി ഉറങ്ങാൻ ആവശ്യമുള്ള സ്ത്രീയെയും പുരുഷനെയും നല്ല അന്തസ്സായി ബിസിനസ്‌ കാർഡ്‌ വഴി വിളിക്കാം, ‘അപ്പൊഇന്റ്മെന്റ്’ എടുക്കാം. Prostitution (both men and women) is legal in many places nearby. വസ്ത്രം ധരിക്കാം ധരിക്കാതിരിക്കാം. തമാശക്ക് വിവാഹം ചെയ്യാം. ഈ നഗരത്തിന്റെ ഓമന പേര് ‘പാപത്തിന്റെ സ്വന്തം നാട്’. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

ഈ പറഞ്ഞ 4 scenarios ഇലും ഉള്ള സംസ്കാരത്തിനു അജഗജാന്തരം ഉണ്ടെന്നു ഞാൻ പറയാതെ തന്നെ നിങ്ങള്ക്ക് മനസ്സിലായി കാണുമല്ലോ. ഓരോ സ്ഥലത്തും ഇതാണ് ശരി എന്ന ചിന്ത യിൽ തന്നെ ആണ് അവർ ആ സംസ്കാരം സ്ഥാപിക്കുന്നതും അത് follow ചെയ്തു ജീവിക്കുന്നതും. അത് കൊണ്ട്, my point – സംസ്കാരം എന്നത് ഒരു ആപേക്ഷിക പദം ആണ്. എന്റെ നിഗണ്ടുവിൽ ആ വാക്കിന്റെ അർഥം മിതത്വം (Modesty) എന്നാണ്. മേൽ പറഞ്ഞ 4 സംസ്കാരങ്ങളിൽ മോടെസ്റ്റ് ആയിട്ടുള്ള ഒരു സംസ്കാരത്തിൽ വളർത്തപ്പെട്ട ഒരു വ്യക്തി എന്ന നിലക്ക് എനിക്ക് മലയാളി എന്ന രീതിയിൽ അഭിമാനം ഉണ്ട് (അതെ, ഏതൊരു സമൂഹത്തിലും ഒഴിച്ച് കൂടാനാവാത്ത കാപാലികന്മാർ ഇവിടെയും ഉണ്ടെന്ന വസ്തുത അംഗീകരിച്ചു കൊണ്ട് തന്നെ). അതിലുപരി ആ സംസ്കാരത്തിന്റെ നന്മ നുകരാൻ കിട്ടുന്ന ഓരോ അവസരത്തിനും നന്നിയും ഉണ്ട്. ആ നന്മ, മറ്റേതോ സംസ്കാരങ്ങളിൽ നിന്നുള്ള ശീലങ്ങൾ എനിക്കും വേണം എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു നശിപ്പിക്കരുത് എന്ന് മാത്രമേ എനിക്ക് പറയാനുള്ളൂ. ഹിന്ധുത്വതിലും ക്രിസ്തു മതത്തിലും ഇസ്ലാമിലും അടിവരയിട്ടു പറയുന്ന ഒരു പൊതു കാര്യം ഉണ്ട് – ‘നിങ്ങൾ മിതത്വത്തിൽ ജീവിപ്പിൻ’. ആ രീതിയിൽ നോക്കുമ്പോൾ ദൈവ വിശ്വാസികൾക്കും ശരണം മിതത്വം തന്നെ ! രഹസ്യമായിരിക്കേണ്ടത് രഹസ്യമായിരിക്കുകയും പരസ്യമാവേണ്ടത് പരസ്യമാക്കുകയും ചെയ്യുന്നിടത്താണ് മാന്യത. അതാണ് മിതത്വം. എല്ലാ സംസ്കാരങ്ങളിലും അതിന്റെതായ നന്മയും തിന്മയും ഉണ്ട്. നമുക്ക് നന്മകളിൽ concentrate ചെയ്യാം. മലയാളി ഇന്നെത്തി നിക്കുന്ന ഉയരങ്ങളിലേക്ക് നോക്കാം. Technology കേരളത്തിൽ എന്ത് മാത്രം പുരോഗമിച്ചു എന്നതിൽ അഭിമാനിക്കാം. Infra structure ഉം economy യും job opportunities ഉം എന്ത് മാത്രം വര്ദ്ധിച്ചു എന്നതിൽ സന്തോഷിക്കാം.

ചുംബനങ്ങൾ അതിന്റെ എല്ലാ ഊഷ്മളതയോടും കൂടി പങ്കു വെക്കെണ്ടവർ പങ്കു വെക്കട്ടെ, അതിന്റെ പവിത്രതയോട് കൂടി…

PS: It’s upto each one of us to ponder where to draw the line.



Monday, June 27, 2011

How's life on the other side of the bridge ?


“There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage”.. so said Martin Luther King once.

Today marks the completion of 2 years that Sharif and I are joined in holy marriage. And I thought I ‘ll share some li’l things which could make a great relationship of matrimony work… Don’t judge, Read this only if you are interested to get some cool tips.. Judges, please KEEP OUT !!!

1.       Being the first point, this ought to be something really important. OK. Take this.. this is something  I never get bored of telling .. Appreciate the day.. You never know what is in store for you tomorrow. So, appreciate what you have today and be thankful to your Creator for all the positive things in your Married life today.. wait, let’s talk about the negative things later.. :-) and YES, even count a smile from your partner to that positive lot.
2.       At least some of you might think that love and care are the most important ingredients of a happy Married Life recipe. But I would correct it as Mutual respect and Trust. Yes. You have to show your partner that you respect him/her. If you develop that attitude, you will have countless opportunities to display that which will strengthen your bond. And Trust your partner. Trust is an advanced level of Love. I would say, these two are the backbone of a strong relationship.
3.       FIGHTS are an integral part of married life.. Any married life would be, I would say, imperfect without fights. Just imagine, singing “Raja ko Rani se pyar ho gaya” everyday ! It is so not practical.. So, when it comes to fights, settle the fight by EOM (I made this acronym up just now ! let’s say, End of Married Day.. ha haa.. typical s/w pro isn’t it? ). The day(s) that you carry over a fight is inversely proportional to the chances of forgiving the root cause of the fight. So, talk, shout, yell..  do whatever it takes to settle the fight the same day.. and Move on.. Don’t allow to grow it in your mind even without you realizing it and later burst out as Cancer.
4.       I read somewhere when I was a kid, “How you leave your bathroom to your partner can tell you how much they respect each other”. I back it 100%. So, make sure you leave the bathroom presentable to your partner and show that he/she matters to you.  
5.       This is exclusive for ladies. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”… even though it is a cliché, I would replace ‘The’ with ‘One’ and shh.. trust me, it works ! So, get some cooking tips once in a while :-)..  You can do this one alone behind his back !!
6.       ‘Blame’ tone is a killer. No human being in this world is perfect ! at least Gandhi and Mother Teresa weren’t. So always expect imperfections from your partner. And when it comes to these imperfections, tell your partner in a suggestive tone. Never ever use the ‘ Blame’ tone. No normal person will like to get blamed.
7.       When it comes to doing household chores, you can enjoy them if you do them together. Remember, when you signed up for Marriage, you did say ‘I will Share my life with my partner’. So share everything !
8.       Finance is like the nervous system of Married Life. Talk your financial plans out loud with your partner. Have a healthy discussion regarding your financial goals and plans frequently. That is better than having to face an awkward moment “Where did the 20K go ?.. I never saw that coming.. ”
9.       This one, I got from one of my close friend even before our marriage (Thanks dear for this wonderful tip). Get rid of “I” s and “YOU”s from your vocab.. You would be so much used to that in the premarital life. Welcome to the “WE”s. I mean it. Try practicing if you think it is silly !
10.   Never think of “changing” your partner. He or she came from a different womb, with different set of DNA and different living conditions.. So get ready to be surprised of accepting a different set of human persona. Don’t make yourself a fool by trying to change that.

If you want to experiment if any of the above tips work, just do the opposite and see the results !! Guys, I have to go now. Time to pick up the next fight with Sharif ! he hee… J/k .. Wish you all a Cool Married life ahead… God bless..

Friday, February 18, 2011

Ladies' Compartment


This was written in early 2008. And this is an experience I had during a train journey from Kochi to Calicut. Never got a chance to publish... I thought better late than never... 
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This is not taken from a chain forward .. this is not a part of a story written … This is
taken from the pages of my life.. my own very experience… I thought I would share with
you because it can influence you.. it can give you a new strength and it can enlighten you
with the thought of how lucky we all are..


Ok… it was a usual Friday and I was much excited about going home and meeting the
sweetest person to me in this world, my mom. Since I didn’t reserve the ticket, I got a
strict instruction from my dad to come in Ladies’ Compartment no matter how packed it
was. And since I reached late to the station, I didn’t get time to search the coach location
of the central LC. So I was forced to get into the last one which would be less than half
the size of a usual coach. And to add to it, it was Onam season. So you can very well
imagine the rush. I managed to push myself into the coach and the shawl of my churidar
was still flying outside like in a Hindi movie( that time, I admired the western dressing
style where the dress will come along with you whereas here, you have to carry all the
extra parts..!! ) My bag was resting safely on the head of a poor girl.. Finally after ten
minutes, I managed to collect my hands and feet and stand properly with the feet firm and
bring the shawl and the bag under control..!!


I had to travel a long five hours to reach Calicut. So I was taking a deep breath of
relief each time the train reached a station. But the funny part was that I could hardly
breathe because every time train stopped at a station, more and more were rushing into it
reminding me of the void theory of physics. At that time, the train reached an unfamiliar
station. And I noticed a fair stout middle-aged lady getting into the coach. She was
wearing a small scarf on her head. With great difficulty, she was trying to stand where
there was literally no space even to rest the feet. From the beginning itself, I noticed a
gesture of grief on her face. Her eyes were wet and her cheeks and lips were almost red. I
saw her sister talking to someone seated and the lady got some place to sit (to me, sitting
was like a luxury dream..!! ) Then a woman got in with a little sweet angel in her hand ( I
love babies.. :-) ). I was miserably standing there hoping badly that I’ll get a seat. Finally
a good old Aunty gave me some 3 inches of space on the edge of the seat. Hooo…!!!
Happy..!! I was sitting (can you call it as sitting ??!!! ) opposite to that lady. Then I
noticed the privileged people sitting along with me in the long seat. I felt like we were
the first-class buddies of Titanic :-) ..


There were four nuns, the good Aunty, the fair sad lady – her name was Usha, the
woman, Soumya with the sweet baby, another aunty called Fathima and some girls who
were wearing glittering outfits ( I guessed they were coming after a dance performance).
Slowly we all started talking and became like a family. You know, women can do
wonders when they are together..!! Aunty was the head of all the talks. Usha started
explaining about her fate when Aunty enquired about why she was wearing a scarf.
She was suffering from cancer. And her head was partially bald because of the frequent
radiations. She could hardly speak because of tears rolling down so easily that it seemed
to me like a practice. She was suffering for more than a year and the doctors told there is
not more than a month for her. NOT MORE THAN A MONTH on this earth..!! I could


feel the shock in her words. Though I have seen such dialogues in movies, it was for the
first time I was getting the real shock of it. She was on the way home to Calicut to see her
children, a boy and a girl. Both were students. The doctor had strictly advised her not to
travel. But she wanted to prepare the last Onasadhya to her children. When she finished
telling that, I could feel the wetness on my cheeks as well. My heart became heavy.


But the coo’s of the baby lightened the scene. She was so sweet and chubby that
everybody there were competing to pamper her. I even envied the mother Soumya for
getting such a wonderful baby. The nuns (they were of my age) took out some biscuits
to give her. One of the nuns, Agnes was so excited that she was holding the baby with
such a huge spirit of love and care. I could feel the excitement. Now, the Aunty was
enquiring the nuns about their life. They told they chose that life out of their own interest.
They would wear the light peach sari and fully covered blouse wherever they go. I asked
them what would they wear when they go for shopping. They told they shop for others
and the only dress they would wear is the peach sari and they have some 3 pairs of it. I
wondered how could any girl of my age live with only three pairs of dress and that too
the same dull peach. The ad of Sheemati-16 plus jus flew through my mind. The Aunty
was so authoritative that she seemed to be deserving respect. She was discussing so
many concerns with the nuns. About the money they make out of teaching, about their
relationship with the home, about their concerns of unfulfilled womanhood and so many
other stuffs. The whole talk sounded interesting to me because I could appreciate all that
I have. They told they would contribute the money to the Sabha, they have not much
relationship with their homes, and they don’t have any desires of marriage, children
or anything like that. Then Aunty looked at Agnes and asked: “Then, why are you so
excited about this baby?” The question was so sudden and unexpected that I was stunned.
The other nuns who were busy feeding the baby with biscuits were also stunned. Agnes
didn’t have any answer. But I could read her silence.


Then again the baby’s giggles turned my attention. I took her in my arms and kissed
on her soft cheeks. She was giving sweet smiles in return. Then the Aunty turned her
attention to Soumya. She didn’t look so happy. She was very gloomy and when the baby
cried, she gave her milk at times without so much of interest. I was asking myself how
could a woman with such a wonderful lovely kid be unhappy. The Aunty could smell
there was something wrong with her. When she asked about that, Soumya burst into tears
and we all managed to console her. Like Usha, even she seemed to be so used to pains.
Then she started sharing her story with us. She had loved a guy and they got married.
Theirs was a wonderful life filled with love and passion and it was a like a dream came
true. She had left her family for him and a few months back the guy left her and he got
married again. She was carrying when he left her. He didn’t even come to see the baby.
Fathima aunty was going to adopt Soumya since she loves babies. The baby was in my
arms when she finished telling the story. I hugged the baby tight and I was struggling to
hide my tears but the pain in my throat was uncontrollable.


Time flew. There was only one hour left to reach Calicut. When the train stopped
at a station, many college girls entered. They were very busy keeping their bags on
the cupboard and finding a place to sit or at least stand properly. Many were pushing


themselves in between the space between the long seats that we were seated. We gave
them space to stand. Then a single glance to the face of the girl who was standing jus in
front of me.. I was extremely scared. I could not take a second glance to her face. She
was a proper girl except for her face. The face was deformed (or molested? I don’t know
how to put it. May be by birth or by an accident) so much that she didn’t have any proper
organs on the face and the whole face was twisted from the center. But she was talking
very happily to her friends about a function they were going to attend and so many other
things. All the previous characters were also shocked to see her and they all became
silent. I thought our Aunty will ask something now. But even she was grief-stricken that
she didn’t feel like asking anything to her. But she was murmuring the concern to us. I
took a second look to her and then I remembered the latest ad of Garnier cream which
will give you shine less shine…!!!


Finally the train was about to reach Calicut and I got up and prepared to alight. I gave a
final kiss to the baby and got one in return. I told Usha Aunty and Soumya not to worry
and to believe that God is the best of all Planners. I told goodbye to the nuns and the
Aunties. The train reached the station and I got down. My dad had come to pick me. He
was asking so many things to me. But I was giving yes-no answers. My heart was really
heavy and I could really feel the pain.


I still remember them in my prayers…


Moral:   There are many who are less privileged than us. Let's be grateful to God for how 
               fortunate we are and learn to appreciate what we have and what we are today.
               That very thought will lead us to happiness and success in life.