Itchy Feet Syndrome

The past week with its shimmering, dream-like beauty is finally over with my sojourn in God's own country coming to an end last saturday. The celerity of time does amaze me, but the week has left its share of many motley memories, which i guess,would take aeons to evanesce. I never exactly liked my feet getting itchy but this time there was no escape. In the past when my feet went itchy, a lot of aches almost wrestled to set up huge 'big bazaar' type malls in my body.Note, itchy feet can lead to head-aches, neck-aches, stomach-aches n butt-aches as well. So allow your feet to get itchy at your own risk!!!!


Now the past week, certainly was devoid of all kinds of glitter, but it had a charm, a beauty, a slow-paced glamour to it, which makes me feel that the present is nothing but a mirage in the desert of life. I was away from my "wretched existence", the uninspiring lectures, the papers, the exams and other intramural stuff. I think thats what travelling is all about, there's a melancholy, a nostalgia for what's left behind, and an excitement of venturing into virgin lands. I was glad to leave behind my acquainted civilization and be closer to the earth, nature n above all "myself".


But somehow i felt unsettled all through the raucous train journey; Simultaneously excited and unexpectedly apprehensive. Its a queer setting; a train journey. Its not that i have never travelled in a train earlier, but i certainly never viewed it in the manner that i am doing right now. I always had bro n sis for company and the journey would be an unfailing combo of mirth and melody, but this time i was travelling with my aunt n granny. Moreover i had to spend two dayz on the upper berth, and its always lonely at the top. You might call me eccentric, but it really amuses me how easily we share sleeping space with total strangers on a train. And what to talk about the inevitable," loos-with-views". Just wondering!! how many of the human species might have used them????


Since i had nothing else to do, i immersed myself in Anita Nair's," Satyr of the Subway and Urban Tales". The language is classy with occasional risque material popping in between, but couldnt quite comprehend the stories," The Karmic Cat" and " Behe-moth", for instance. Let me know if you could. Infact i was so awe-struck by her narrative that, when granny handed me an orange, i took a bite of it along with its skin thinking it to be an apple, and spilling the juice all over me. No wonder it left a bad taste in my mouth. Well this was the first time that i was reading a Niar work. Never knew she too writes about sex and foreplay. I wonder why people prefer exactitude on such topics.


Its a strange dharti; Kerela. Bathing in the pulchritude of nature, its landscape can be very soothing to a harried soul. Everything looks verdure, and if you are an outsider n happen to stay there for too long a time, you would simply crave for some other colour..........just for a change. And i wonder what has Kerela's dharti ingested that you find only and only coconut trees. Guess!! they would surpass the total human population of Kerela!!!!! Yet with the passing of time i fell under the spell of Kerela's exotic natural beauty. No offence meant but i found the men folk of this part of the world to be real creeps. There's a strange kind of lust that dwells in their eyes..........too difficult to comprehend. People dropping in "hi's". Trying to get a feel everytime you walk in the market...........beyond my levels of tolerance. Almost felt like an outlaw commanding attention wherever i went.


Anyway readers there's a nice beach event that's worth narration, but this post is getting increasingly long so its better i nip it in the bud. But do watch this space for that story.

Now Playing: Do i have to say the words.................Bryan