You guys been to Kerala? I went there just this weekend to attends a friends marriage. Kerala's such a clean..fresh...healthy..coordinated place which follows the rules. Maybe that's what i hated about it.
(Woooah! The producers of this blog do not share the view of Kaushik! We think Kerala is a fine..er..sober holiday spot and you have to try the fish there)
So it all starts when my friend calls and tells he's getting married. It sucks when your friends calls and talks about all the memories you guys had together and how much he misses you and makes feel like an asshole because you haven't taken the time to just send a two letter "hi" to him on WhatsApp all those years. So just when you are on that emotional moment he'll tell you to come for his marriage which is some 200 miles away.
So i was pretty determined to go and i rallied up all the guys and we planned a road trip. Such a good plan it was.....and it remained a plan. So i had to do what i do best and go alone on whatever random bus I find.
So I had a perfect plan in my head of leaving Coimbatore bus stand at 2 o clock.... So when i reached the bus stand at 3. The bus only left by some 3 30 to Palakad. Palakad is like the entry to Kerala. Its like Kerala's version of the hollywood sign. Its like "Welcome to Kerala...Take a gooood look around. That's all you going to see here!"
Now for people who know me i travel a lot on buses. Just go to a bus stand. Check i have enough coins to go back home, sit on the bus, find a seat in which my legs can fit and see if the person next to me is sober and then pass out. Tamil Nadu always has a bus to the place you want to go. Somewhere..somehow! Wherever there is a way...whether there is no will or not there will be a bus to place you want to go. But Kerala ain't like that. There will be 4 buses totally in the bus stop and out of that 2 of those buses will be going to Trissur! Too many damn students coming to that place.
Asking Direction's is another pain in the ass...*cough* I mean... Asking directions is another problem. People who speak Malayalam do not swallow words..they literally swallow sentences! And while they are swallowing that word...they'll start with the next word. So when you feel they finish a word they would have actually finished a sentence. He he. I made a joke when i was in school that Malayalam sounds like a Tamil Guy drowning and gasping for breath. (Ouch! Sry i mean.."ooch")
So if i ask a guy for directions hell be giving directions with full determination like Willa wonka showing his factory. I will not understand a word what he saying when he points somewhere while talking I'll be like "Okaaai. Ill just walk on that direction"
So i reached Palakad (paul-a-cat) and sat on the bench and was took a selfie saying #traveldiaries and was about to post it when i realised that my net doesn't work in other states (another reason to hate the place).
So i had to go a place called Pulpally (pull-th- pulley) at Wayanaut (Why-not?). So I got on the bus and he told me to a stop called Madhawad (mad -hay-ward) and showed me 2 fingers. I thought he meant it'll reach in 2 hours...but he said he'll reach at 2 (mind you the time was 6 then). I was determined to reach. I'm like "I...am.not getting lost in a state...where there is alcohol prohibition! Nothing is over! I'm goin to reach there! Eye of the tiger!"
So then started a long bus journey and at the same time with me listening to all the songs in my phone atleast twice. The location was on a hill. So i would put my phone away, look outside and take a deep breath to enjoy the fresh Kerala air...then it starts raining. One cute moment was when a girl with a mental disorder in front kept asking me to open the window for her while it was raining. I kept on doing it for her and since i was sitting in the seat before hers i ended up getting wet the most. So if i end up getting up that fever it'll be worth it as long as that kid is happy *blowing nose*
Kerala is like Reverse Bangalore. The place starts shutting down at 8 30. (So much for night life). They even told that elephants block the way. Imagine going one day late to work and you have to explain to your boss that you were late because an elephant blocked the way! So when i finalised reached the station at 1 30. He told there's one bus which will come at 2....which ended up coming at 4 30. So i waited in the bus station resting room. In other words i slept on the platform till then
Me:What's the point of the bus schedule if the buses come late?
Friend:How will you know if the buses are late if it wasn't for the schedule
Me:......touche
So i reached at 5 30. I reached the hotel and the receptionist told that everyone booked a full line of rooms. But he didn't know who was I'm who's room. I'm scared. what if i knock the brides room or the brides mothers room!? I am not going to stop a marriage i travelled 12 hours for!
After knocking a few random doors (and pissing off a few half naked sleepy uncles) finally my friends brother found me. I didn't know whether to cry...or to hit him in happiness or shout "Thank you superman for guiding me!". And my face expression said it all. He just gave me a hug and told me to sleep and said "try to gain conscious before the wedding"
So there I was in a swaag black suit finally at the wedding (the pic in my fb page) I've got to admit for a guy who doesn't like wedding. I really got a bit emotional.
Its usually small moments which we should never miss. It may be hard but we should keep going because difficult roads lead to beautiful destinations!
(Woooah! The producers of this blog do not share the view of Kaushik! We think Kerala is a fine..er..sober holiday spot and you have to try the fish there)
So it all starts when my friend calls and tells he's getting married. It sucks when your friends calls and talks about all the memories you guys had together and how much he misses you and makes feel like an asshole because you haven't taken the time to just send a two letter "hi" to him on WhatsApp all those years. So just when you are on that emotional moment he'll tell you to come for his marriage which is some 200 miles away.
So i was pretty determined to go and i rallied up all the guys and we planned a road trip. Such a good plan it was.....and it remained a plan. So i had to do what i do best and go alone on whatever random bus I find.
So I had a perfect plan in my head of leaving Coimbatore bus stand at 2 o clock.... So when i reached the bus stand at 3. The bus only left by some 3 30 to Palakad. Palakad is like the entry to Kerala. Its like Kerala's version of the hollywood sign. Its like "Welcome to Kerala...Take a gooood look around. That's all you going to see here!"
Now for people who know me i travel a lot on buses. Just go to a bus stand. Check i have enough coins to go back home, sit on the bus, find a seat in which my legs can fit and see if the person next to me is sober and then pass out. Tamil Nadu always has a bus to the place you want to go. Somewhere..somehow! Wherever there is a way...whether there is no will or not there will be a bus to place you want to go. But Kerala ain't like that. There will be 4 buses totally in the bus stop and out of that 2 of those buses will be going to Trissur! Too many damn students coming to that place.
Asking Direction's is another pain in the ass...*cough* I mean... Asking directions is another problem. People who speak Malayalam do not swallow words..they literally swallow sentences! And while they are swallowing that word...they'll start with the next word. So when you feel they finish a word they would have actually finished a sentence. He he. I made a joke when i was in school that Malayalam sounds like a Tamil Guy drowning and gasping for breath. (Ouch! Sry i mean.."ooch")
So if i ask a guy for directions hell be giving directions with full determination like Willa wonka showing his factory. I will not understand a word what he saying when he points somewhere while talking I'll be like "Okaaai. Ill just walk on that direction"
So i reached Palakad (paul-a-cat) and sat on the bench and was took a selfie saying #traveldiaries and was about to post it when i realised that my net doesn't work in other states (another reason to hate the place).
So i had to go a place called Pulpally (pull-th- pulley) at Wayanaut (Why-not?). So I got on the bus and he told me to a stop called Madhawad (mad -hay-ward) and showed me 2 fingers. I thought he meant it'll reach in 2 hours...but he said he'll reach at 2 (mind you the time was 6 then). I was determined to reach. I'm like "I...am.not getting lost in a state...where there is alcohol prohibition! Nothing is over! I'm goin to reach there! Eye of the tiger!"
So then started a long bus journey and at the same time with me listening to all the songs in my phone atleast twice. The location was on a hill. So i would put my phone away, look outside and take a deep breath to enjoy the fresh Kerala air...then it starts raining. One cute moment was when a girl with a mental disorder in front kept asking me to open the window for her while it was raining. I kept on doing it for her and since i was sitting in the seat before hers i ended up getting wet the most. So if i end up getting up that fever it'll be worth it as long as that kid is happy *blowing nose*
Kerala is like Reverse Bangalore. The place starts shutting down at 8 30. (So much for night life). They even told that elephants block the way. Imagine going one day late to work and you have to explain to your boss that you were late because an elephant blocked the way! So when i finalised reached the station at 1 30. He told there's one bus which will come at 2....which ended up coming at 4 30. So i waited in the bus station resting room. In other words i slept on the platform till then
Me:What's the point of the bus schedule if the buses come late?
Friend:How will you know if the buses are late if it wasn't for the schedule
Me:......touche
So i reached at 5 30. I reached the hotel and the receptionist told that everyone booked a full line of rooms. But he didn't know who was I'm who's room. I'm scared. what if i knock the brides room or the brides mothers room!? I am not going to stop a marriage i travelled 12 hours for!
After knocking a few random doors (and pissing off a few half naked sleepy uncles) finally my friends brother found me. I didn't know whether to cry...or to hit him in happiness or shout "Thank you superman for guiding me!". And my face expression said it all. He just gave me a hug and told me to sleep and said "try to gain conscious before the wedding"
So there I was in a swaag black suit finally at the wedding (the pic in my fb page) I've got to admit for a guy who doesn't like wedding. I really got a bit emotional.
Its usually small moments which we should never miss. It may be hard but we should keep going because difficult roads lead to beautiful destinations!
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