Gods Own Country

Kerala, our home land. We’ve only spent 8-10% of our lives so far over here even though we’re a native of the same place. It wasn’t intentional but circumstances were such. We have no complains whatsoever because we were in close proximity of its culture and life style. Full credit goes to our parents and family who always valued their past more than what they are now. Achan always told ‘No matter what we become or where we go, we should NEVER forget our roots because it forms the foundation from where we build our life’. I have a point to make here with that statement. There are many malayalees who abhors the very mention of them being one, who takes it as a credit of not learning malayalam, who thinks every other language is superior to malayalam…..I could go on and on. But what they don’t understand is ‘we are what we are, ALWAYS!’. I wish at least one such fine person read these lines. I cannot change the world but can make a statement. :-)

Now back to the subject. My brother and I used to wait eagerly each time our vacation was about to begin. It was time to go to Kerala. The preparations would begin a month earlier and the excitement builds as it reaches the D day. Amma was very particular that both of us wear the same kind of clothes. When I say same its identical in every aspect. Usually it is very difficult for us to get up in the morning but the restlessness begins the day before we travel. For us the best mode of travel is of course by air. But mom was never in sync with us. She would stop talking the moment the plane takes off and would only budge once it touches down.:-) We loved the journey and remember the fights my brother and I had to get the window seat. Somehow we used to come to some kind of truce. All in all it’s a special moment for us and has been all our lives in Dubai, these 2 months of vacation spent in Kerala.