I landed at the Parassinkkadavu Snake Park which is about 16 km away from Kannur town. The place said snake farm. I was excited expecting multiple snake pits and snakes breeding freely there.
What I encountered was horrifying. There was small glass boxes with snakes in them. Each of those boxes were dirty and filthy. I don’t think there was even enough space for them to uncoil and ‘stretch’ themselves. It was a zoo…. no farm.
They had some creatures other than snakes – procupine, monkeys and some more birds. All in captivity with very little movement space.
This was not all. To add to the icing on the cake, we reached the crocs section.
There were mutiple crocs pits in that section. There were 2-3 big crocs in one and tiny little crocs scattered around them. New borns, would fit your palm. They must be atleast 20 of them lying around.
The next croc pit had 4-5 teenage crocs lying on top of each other. Very little water and no moving space.
And so it continued. There would be crocs who would never see the light of freedom as they were born in a cage and die in the cage.
Why are they been kept like this goes over my head? Do they transfer them to other zoos? Do they release them in the wild? What do they do is a question which is not answered.
The only thing it did was leave us with a bad feeling which stayed for a long time. Each one of us were quite for a while on our journey further.
Wonder what would people think if humans were kept locked up like this. It would be called slavery and there would be protests all over the world for it but any other form of living being… no chance.
Get one merry and u will see a completely different side of the person. It is like the inner you which has been caged for generations has broken loose. BOOM!!!! I am now here to rock and roll. It pops out in many ways for each of us and maybe different ways at different points of time.
- helps de-stress from the day
- Lightens the load… some get very emotional
- it helps have sex better for some or without moral groundings… which otherwise you would be scared to cross
- dance and party better
- drive recklessly – potential to kill anybody coming in the way. We have some many examples of that
- some people express better in conversations – the good, the bad and the ugly
It manages to get the best and the worst out of u.
I once read a book called Shibumi or something like that in which the gardener would get merry right from the morning. He would have one quarter of a glass of wine every half an hour or so and who stay buzzed all day. I had found the notion extremely tempting at that point in time. I still do actually. Only too scared of what would happen if I get hooked and then realize that one quarter of a glass does nothing and I need more. That’s the tricky piece and the book never talked about that detail. So, I chickened out.
I recently visited my in-laws on their 50th wedding anniversary. They live in a small town ‘M’ in UP. While we were driving to the function being hosted for them, my mom-in-law (70+ in age) and her brother were talking about some of their very close relatives living in the US and how they wanted to wish them and we were feeling bad about not being able to make it for the function. Suddenly MIL goes ” It’s ok. Will talk to them on SKPYE tomorrow. Will get to see them also.” WOW… I mean WOW….Got my mind going and as I started to look around, I realized that a lot of people esp. the ” older generation” as we call them… are on FB, SKYPE , GTALK and what not.. These are people for who computers and internet is an “alien from lolo land”. They have embraced it with open arms and a wide grin. THey feel cool, connected and best of can can access the people who matter a t a few clicks . They are in sync with the IT generation. Imagine the grandchildren saying I have a date with my grand mom on SKYPE today.
My dad is a fairly advanced internet user and embraced it a very long time back but my mom, she uses SKYPE to talk to her daughters and plays computer games on the machine in the evenings.
My Mausi wanted to learn how to use the internet so she could upload profile for her daughters on shaadi.com.
My other Mausi wanted to share her pictures in jeans (she had worn them for the first time) with the rest so got them posted on FB.
There are endless examples and stories of our and younger generation, who are scared about their parents and relatives landing up on FB and snooping around in their activities.
The point is – Lo and Behold ! The senior generation has arrived……. ON the NET and there is no stopping them.
Hadrin: It’s a pretty beach. Gorgeous turquoise water, mountains around, a little crab here and there. One decided to stick to my bikini bottom. Completely freaked me out. After the calm waters of other beaches of Phi -phi and Maya bay, there were waves here. U can bog up and down on the wave and chill the day out.
There are volley ball , soccer games going around… People tanning themselves away.. The scene is that of any other good beach….BUT…. Come the Full moon Night and the beach transforms…..
25000 and counting…… people descend on same calm beach. Every inch is covered. They are merry, drinking from buckets, painted , dressed and what not. The shacks are pumping different kind of music…. each buzzing with its own sound. There are slides, firejump and pulsating music.
And it goes on all night…… till 9 in the morning. All you need to do is take a bucket- put some rum, redbull, and whatever else…. and u are set…. Some clicks form hadrin beach..
The blue men show
Full moon party
Filling the sea
And the morning comes....
Next to the mountains and beach
Check out my glasses
Tired after a nice of party.
Buy a bucket
A friend was extremely upset with the state of the beach when the sun descended. But then what do u expect when there are 25000 drunk people around. Good thing we went to the beach 2 days before the full moon burst.
Funny thing to be noticed: I don’t think anyone really looked at the moon that night or cared too much about it being full moon.
I have travelled and travelled and never never ever in my life met a man like Javier Bardem in any of my travels.
Good looking, charming, sensitive, adventurous all rolled into one. WoW!!!! Where the hell does this happen. Only in the movies … I guess.
As I sat cribbing about it, my husband goes… he is also romancing Julia Roberts and she is pretty hot herself. Ahaa…. Well !!! True.
Then there was another one.
R met her man on an airport and then they were both on the same flight, seating next to each other. Good looking guy, single, doing well in life. And this one is not even a fairy tale.
And here are we, I always seem to attract mother’s with wailing kids. I have to smile at them else they will scream in my ear. Another kind I attract is elderly couple. Once I got a guy, geek engineer, who insisted how I should go to devon street once I land in chicago. Why? Devon street is mini India. Now why would I in the world want to go to mini India in chicago when I am traveling from India. Think I killed him with eye darts and watched 5 movies straight to avoid any further conversations.
So, where were we? No cute men when we travel….. Blame it on past karma.
We go on endlessly about leh and its raw beauty. How the mountains and landscape change every few hours and how it is (or let me put it, was) still virgin and less touristy than the other done to death hill stations.
Well, leh has become the the buzz word as the next hot tourist destinations in the country. Thanks to the access and the umpteen number of flights (including the famous makemytrip carter flights this season), leh is becoming the next honeymooners destination.
And with that comes the perils of tourism. There is nothing like ‘responsible tourism’ or ‘responsible living’ in this country. We manage the convert the prettiest of the places into a dustbin.
Some images of what is happening to the highest motorable pass in the world – KhardungLa pass.
The rest point at khardungla pass
The mess we are creating at khardungla pass
and more .... dump.
From a distance it looks white and serene. Only when we go closer, we see the muck we have created. True in most scenarios in life. If only we were more ‘aware travellers’.
Last few years, with a whole lot of new directors, musicians, producers etc etc coming on board, there has been some experimental films. Experimental in how they are shot, the music, the choreography.. but not so much in the film story.
Some of the music over the last few years has been kickass taking bollywood from the ‘not so cool’ to a ‘super cool ‘ quotient.
To the extent I think some of the movies don’t need to be made. They can just make the music and the video and forget about the movie completely . …. who cares with the Indian girl being pure and not sleeping with other men before she gets married etc etc… How many of the young Indian audience can really relate to that in today’s day and age.
Look at Anjaana Anjaani. Great locations, great clothes, awesome music, some fun scenes but what a candy floss. How many people can live and travel like that when they have lost their house and everything they possibly own. And of course top it all with the ‘I can’t do this with another guy’ we seem to want to drive into the heads of the Indian audience. And this is when I really like Ranbir Kapoor and think he is very hot.
I love the music though. Why make the movie. Just stick to the music…
Check out another music video. God knows what they will do of the movie. But I love the music.
Sometime’s when we give gyan to others, it is so easy to do so. We can rant on and on about the how the other person is behaving, not seeing the logic in this. It is so obvious to us how things need to be dealt with , how one should have behaved… to be judgmental and say what is right and wrong.
I wonder how we or I would respond put in similar shoes. I was asked that question today, that I can say what I saying or feel what I am feeling because I am watching from outside and not in the concerned person shoes.
That brings in a self doubt in my system. Am I being a preacher. Am I being judgemental. Am I not not trusting for how things are being explained to me. What is right or wrong. Is there a right or wrong. Isn’t every thing a consequence of one’s action- now or earlier. Then whatever is happening to us is our responsibility. Can this be a fatalist view to approach things if taken completely.
I am perplexed and confused at this moment. What would I do in similar shoes or another situation and another set of shoes. Would I behave any differently. How do I know what exactly goes on as a third party. What forces come into play. There are so many variables- emotional , physical, mental. What gives me the right to lecture then. To say I dont agree and think differently. That one should have behaved differently.
I cant be a yes person. But who am I to preach or give a point of view. Who am I to doubt the intention. I could be wrong. Who am I to say anything to anybody.
I could do exactly the same.
Who am I but a mere observer. Who am I to tell anyone anything.
It’s been some time since I wrote. Somehow I could not sit on it. Not relaxed enough in the head.
And then yesterday, I was tempted. I think marriage and relatives give me a kick… Kick enough to start writing again….
It’s been one and a half years now since I got married. I can now almost anticipate the response I am going to get at a relative gathering.
This gathering was a mix of relatives I have met over the year and some I had met for the first time after the WEDDING.
“…. Does not look married…. has not changed one bit……”
” …. beta, you need to put on some weight. Shaadi ke baad tu weight gain karna chaiyee…”
” … Still look like u study in school… what class…”
“…. she needs to eat… kuch kaathi hi nahi hai….:
” … u have come alone… saabji kahan hai…..”. This one is the best. The first time I heard this one… I though someone was asking for saabzi…. I looked completely confused in life. Took me 15 tubelight seconds to realize they were asking for husband with due respect. he is saabzi…. allo and bangan wali saabzi.
The point is – it is the same conversations with the same responses everytime with the same people. I have tried to be innovative sometimes….
“…. ghar mein bahut kham karna partha hai…. cleaning, cooking, washing clothes… all I have to do…”
“… My husband makes me work and does not give me food…” I get some interesting reactions.
“… I live on air…..”.
And then u get bored, sometimes fried and sometimes just plain simple give up.