Not because I have to but because I do.
Like the dragonflies that flit around me
My soul flits around from place to place.
Like the breeze that weaves its way through the petals of a water lily,
My spirit yearns to wander.
Like the Monsoon clouds pregnant with rain, my heart yearns to sing.
Like that solitary Comorant, my dreams hope to soar.
Like the raindrops that prance about, a thousand pin pricks on the waters of the Vembanad,
My words seek to dance.
It’s not often that one walks into a much hyped about restaurant to be greeted by an apologetic manager.
At around 8 p.m. on a Saturday earlier this month, my husband and I saunter into the Grandmaster’s Kitchen in Thiruvananthapuram for a quiet dinner.
“We’re sorry the tables are all full and there is a queue of reservations as well. We suggest you try the buffet. It has a much better spread than the temporary menu we’ve set up for the crowds,” said Vipin, the manager.
“Temporary menu?” we wonder aloud.
“You see, this restaurant is meant for a niche crowd, the kind who come to dine at a fine restaurant discussing movies, art or literature. It’s for their tastes that our menu has been structured. But being the first film-themed restaurant here, we have a lot of people coming in just to see the place. We’ve developed a basic menu for them,” he said.
“So when will this place be in full swing?” I ask, staring at the sepia tinted photographs of cinema greats plastered all over the walls in the foyer.
“It will take another week ma’am. Tonight our Saturday Special Grandmaster’s Buffet is the highlight,” he says escorting us up a flight of stairs.
The deco and ambience wins us over whetting our appetites. Designed in black and white, the central themes here are chess and cinema, the passions of the owner B. Unnikrishnan, a filmmaker. The photographs of film posters and actors from world cinema, great chess players, dialogues from popular Malayalam films and film songs playing in the background jostle for our attention.
The deco is neat and uncluttered albeit crowded. The tables are spaced a tad bit too close to each other for comfort.
The Grandmaster’s Buffet, priced at 599 rupees per head, was quite a basic spread.
We started with the Hot and Sour Chicken Soup. Even I who don’t usually like soups as they are often bland with too much corn flour actually liked this one. The flavors and spice were just right.
The Shrimp Salad that followed was a tad bit disappointing and uninteresting.
The Saffron Chicken Kebab as starter made up for the earlier disappointment with its balance of coriander, garlic and onion. The meat was succulent and had fully absorbed the subtle flavors of its marinade.
The rice and breads offered for main course were the usual spread of Tandoor Roti, Kerala Paratha, Steamed rice and Cashew Pulao. The accompaniments included Chicken in Chilly Oyster Sauce, Grandmaster’s Chicken, Beef Ularthiyathu and Fish Mango curry for the non-vegetarians and Baby Corn Mushroom Masala and Veg Kolhapuri.
Not exactly spoilt for choice, we decided to mix and match. My husband chose to have Kappa from among the starters with Beef Ularthiyathu and Chicken in Oyster Sauce while I chose Cashew Pulao with the Grandmaster’s Chicken.
The kappa, well cooked, paired well with both the Beef Ularthiyathu and the Chicken. While the Beef did justice to the traditional recipe, the Chicken in Chili Oyster Sauce was an explosion of flavors. The Grandmaster’s Chicken lived up to its name and was an ideal accompaniment to the Cashew pulao. The Gajar Ka Halwa for desert was a perfect end to the meal.
As for the service, well, there was some confusion in the air among the staff. But I guess they are just finding their feet in the initial days. We definitely will make another visit to Grandmaster’s Kitchen because it wasn’t as damp squib as some of the recent Malayalam flicks!
(Grandmaster’s Kitchen is located behind the Saphalyam Complex at Palayam in Thiruvananthapuram.)
Ever been to a land where the air that embraces you hums and throbs with “Life”?
A land where the wilderness seeps in through the pores of your skin and conquers your heart.
A land where the splash of a single raindrop sends ripples through your entire being awakening senses you never knew existed.
Welcome to Thekkady.
Home to the richly diverse Periyar Tiger Reserve, Thekkady lies on the Kerala- Tamil Nadu border, barely 4km from the picturesque Kumily.
It is a mere 3 hours away from Kumarakom- the village tourism destination which witnessed the rise of Responsible Tourism initiatives in Kerala, Alappuzha- the hub of backwater Tourism and houseboats and Munnar- the land which regales visitors with the history of tea plantations in Kerala.The Periyar Tiger Reserve with over 1965 flowering plants, numerous species of wildlife and a vibrant variety of birds is where Nature unabashedly flaunts her beauty and grace.
The way the artificial lake formed by the Mullaperiyar Dam reflects the myriad hues of green and entwines it with serenity is in itself disarming.
Situated on the northern boundary of the Periyar Tiger Reserve, deep in its dense forests, is the ancient Mangaladevi Temple. Made of huge pieces of granite, it stands at an altitude of 1337 m above the sea level embalmed in spiritual aura.
Yet another jewel hidden deep in the Tiger Reserve is the Lake Palace Resort. This century old palace was the summer retreat of the erstwhile Travancore kings. Today travelers stay here to take time off from the world to listen to the call of the wild. Thekkady offers travelers avenues for a wide range of accommodation facilities to choose from- both pocket-friendly and otherwise.
Be it praying at this mystic temple, trekking through the Tiger Reserve, Boating in the lake, bathing in the waterfalls, bamboo rafting, exploring the tribal life, art and culture, savouring the Village Life Experiences, enjoying the Elephant Safaris, pursuing the tiger trail or camping in the Jungles, Thekkady is sure to make you return to its embrace over and over again.
Draped in simplicity and adorned with grace, Thekkady is not just a destination. It is an experience in itself. Nuzzle into its arms, take a deep breath… and let go…
[A script written for a film on Thekkady.
Agency- INVIS MULTIMEDIA
Client- KERALA TOURISM
The video of the same title is available on You Tube]
Millions of jobs waiting to be filled. But who is qualified?
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DYNAMIC, TECHNOLOGICAL, COMPETITIVE, KERALA has it all!
Here is your opportunity to INVEST IN the TALENT of Kerala!
A Govt. of Kerala initiative born from brainstorming by think tanks at the Nypunyam Global Skill Summit.
Implemented by the Kerala Academy for Skills Excellence, iSTEP is an International outreach programme. A platform for investing in the talent of Kerala for filling the global skill gap.
A single window online clearance system for investment REDEFINING the COMPETENCY BENCHMARK of skills.
A GAMECHANGER for the young population of Kerala,
iSTEP will bring in INNOVATION and CREATIVITY, SKILL NETWORKING, INTER DISCIPLINARY SKILL DEVELOPMENT and will transform Kerala into a GLOBAL SKILL POWER HUB!
[AGENCY- Invis Multimedia
CLIENT: Kerala Academy for Skills Excellence (KASE)]
Ever felt the cool mists of the Hill stations in Kerala kiss your cheek? Or trekked through the luxuriantly green forests of God’s Own Country?
When you do, stop in your tracks and breathe deeply to discover the fragrant blessings hidden deep in the bosom of Nature…
Every year the Monsoons conspire with the unique geography of the land to churn out a sensuous gift.
Spices- a small thing that made a BIG difference…
Their fragrance, enticing as it may be is subtle. Centuries ago it was this very fragrance- the scents of spices- that made ships from foreign lands set sailing in search of God’s Own Country.
Spices shaped Kerala’s destiny. It was the enticing scents and flavours of the spices that awakened the curiosity of explorers across the globe. Many braved mighty oceans and seas to seek this land out for its veritable treasure. Kerala’s spice trade with the world dates back to the 3rd millennium BCE when the legendary Spice Route was first formed.
Ancient Kerala was the hub of world trade. The Malabar Coast of Kerala was witness to the arrival of Arabs, Chinese, and European powers like the Portuguese, the French and the British. The spices of Kerala had become the most treasured and traded commodity. The port Muziris became the busiest of ports with sailors, traders and explorers making a beeline for it. For years this fabled land mesmerised Babylonians, Assyrians, Egyptians, Arabs, Chinese, Romans and Greeks.
Kerala with its warm, humid climate and hazy hill stations with loamy soil rich in organic matter and adequate rainfall makes it ideal for spices to thrive here. The high ranges of the state where most of the spices are grown have a unique climate and geographical features that give the spices a distinctive quality.
Cinnamon and Cardamom were the first to draw the attention of foreigners. It was much later that Pepper became the chief attraction of the Malabar Coast and received the title ‘Black Gold’.
Soon, one at a time Cloves, Ginger and Nutmeg also found their way into the list.
In Kerala the spice plantations are concentrated around Wayanad, Idukki, Munnar, Kumily Thekkady and Wagamon.
Kerala’s tryst with spices has survived the test of time. Remove spice from Kerala cuisine and you will understand how bland and flavourless Kerala would be sans its spices.
Irrespective of cultural, religious and other differences, spices occupy a special place in providing a unique flavour to the culinary specialties of Kerala.
Even today the scenario is no different. Spice extracts are a booming industry. Spice extracts are produced by extraction and distillation and represent the true essence of the spices. They represent the true essence of the spices and can replace spice powder with equal or better flavour characteristics.
Spices have and always will be an integral part of the cultural fabric of the state. The flavours and scents are timeless and have been passed on from generation to generation.
Even today the whole world stands enamoured by the fragrances of this quaint strip of land.
[Script written for a film on the Spices of Kerala
Agency- INVIS MULTIMEDIA
Client- KERALA TOURISM
The video of the same title is available on You Tube]
A legendary port, the heart of the historic Spice Route vanished off the grid over 3000 years ago. Historians and archaeologists spent years hunting far and wide for it but to no avail. Little did they know that a small town in Kerala, Pattanam, held the secrets to that ancient port hidden in its bosom.
The ancient world’s greatest trading centre in the East, the lost port Muziris traded in everything from spices to precious stones with the Greeks, Romans and the rest of the world. The name “Muziris” is said to be born from the native Tamil name to the port, “muciri”.
Hundreds of Amphora jar fragments, West Asian and Mesopotamian pottery, thousands of glass and stone beads, small gold, lead and copper ornaments, brick structural remains, human bones, roof tile pieces and more have helped piece together the rich legacy hidden in these sands.
The Muziris Heritage Project initiated by the Government of Kerala with the support of the Central Government is reviving that lost legacy to conserve and showcase a culture of 3000 years or more for posterity.
The heritage that sleeps in these sands is as significant as the Indus Valley.
The project utilizes at a global level the possibilities of a region that forms a part of the heritage tourism circuit between North Parur and Kodungalloor.
The Muziris region is home to social reformer Sahodaran Ayyapan, Nationalist leader Abdul Rahman Sahib, scholars like Kunjikuttan Thampuran and Kesari Balakrisha Pillai and social movements like the Paliam Satyagraha. The entire project is designed to involve and integrate the local community in all intended developmental initiatives.
A MoU with the United Nations Educational Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) has been signed to begin a historic cooperation between the State and the world’s foremost cultural organization for promoting and protecting the ancient Spice Route heritage.
Muziris welcomes you to the cape of trade culture, left behind by its ancestors from around the world, to the waves of Azhikode where Christianity first entered India, to the Cheraman mosque, which gave out the first Muslim call for prayers, to the legendary Kodungalloor Bhagavathy Temple, to the original culture of the Jewish synagogue, to the village where handloom spins think of heritage, to the Palium palace and to the old waterways that lead one to Muziris.
Once the doorway to India for varied cultures and races including Buddhists, Arabs, Chinese, Jews, Romans, Portuguese, Dutch and even the British, Muziris has stood witness to civilisations being born, wars being waged and history being written.
Come… let us together clamber down the ladders of time to a past whose riddles await us. A past cloaked in the grandeur and glory of our ancestors…
[Agency- INVIS MULTIMEDIA
Client- KERALA TOURISM
The video of the same title is available on You Tube]
The rains have a way with people. Ever noticed it?
I don’t know if it is snuggling together over hot tea in the cold, damp weather or the topic of school day memories that triggered it but teatime at office today was heartwarming🙂
I’d like to think of it as a bit of both or more frankly, the rains.
As the skies rumble, the day darkens under the heavy, black skies. Huge luscious Raindrops splatter down crooning ballads to the heart.
Sitting at the age old table around which teatimes have been enjoyed for years now, I watch each of my colleagues being wooed into the soothing notes of the rains. Nostalgia stirs awake in each eye. Lips curl into smiles at some distant memory of perhaps fighting with siblings over paper boats in the muddy waters of their homelands.
Somebody mentions the joy of her 3year old son in going to school today as he was excited about getting to wear his brand new pink raincoat.
Dams burst. Nostalgia surges forth from each of those gathered. Childhood tales are shared. 40 year olds become 3 year olds with memories sparkling in their eyes. Laughter ensues. Time flies.
The rains do have a way with coaxing nostalgia out from its slumber doesn’t it…?
Or is that this Season in Kerala with its blend of soothing winds, crooning raindrops and luxuriant green rejuvenates our hearts, awakening the child in us…?
The Monsoons have finally arrived!🙂
Life is filled with many a death is it not?
The death of a baby when she becomes a toddler. The death of a toddler when she becomes a child. The death of a child when she comes of age and becomes a teen. The death of a teen when she grows up into a maiden. The death of a maiden when she becomes a woman.
Or is it that life is built with many a life..?
Is it that the baby, toddler, child, teenager and lady all together build, a bit at a time the woman or man you were born to be?
32 days ago the unmarried, carefree girl in me died as I stepped into the comforting embrace of matrimony.
I am no longer alone…🙂
‘I’ has become ‘WE’ in all my thoughts and actions.
My world has a new occupant and I now occupy a new world.
A new home, family, people, experiences, feelings, thoughts, environment…
I took a leap of faith.
(So did my husband for that matter.😛 )
I am scared. Terrified in fact. I have left behind what had been my biggest comfort zone for the last 24 years.
I now stand with Life looming large over me.
But with each day passing though there is a bit of heaviness in my heart, I feel happy. Safe. Content.
My Man is everything I wished for🙂
The rains took us all by surprise. Wilting under the hottest summer in 40 years, even the promise of rain in the overcast skies failed to kindle hope in our hearts.
4pm. My colleagues and I had just stepped out of our building and were headed towards the mess when the first droplets fell.
Hesitant hope lit up faces.
Within minutes the downpour had started and I ran out to the balcony to soak in the summer rains.
I breathed in the cold, wet breeze ravenously.
The freshness and lush greenery around embraced my spirit as it cavorted carefree in the rains leaving behind a yearning body.
I don’t know if it’s just me but rains have this uncanny habit or rather way of unravelling knots and thoughts.
A surge of joy that bursts forth from my being gets stuck in my throat. The smile that had just begun to blossom stops, almost as if my lips had begun to forget how to smile.
My family’s face comes to my mind. The lump in my throat melts. I shed a few silent tears.
Have you ever felt guilt gnaw your innards just after a smile or laugh?
Trust me, you are lucky if you haven’t. It leaves your heart aching like nothing else ever can.
I have had to face that feeling now, and once before when owing to situations beyond my control, my younger brother had to sit at home while I attended school.
This generally happens when you, I guess, do not just ‘understand’ the pain of a loved one but when you ‘feel’ it like you are not a separate human being but one and the same.
I was in 10th Std. An entire year I spent silent, brooding in school despite the fact that I had a round me amazing classmates and an even better class teacher.
The reason was simple. Everytime something made me smile or say burst out laughing, I was reminded of my dear brother who was stuck at home with nothing to do, hurt, frustrated and in pain.
It hurt me like nothing ever had or could. It was that one year that, in many senses, destroyed the relationship I had with my brother. I guess in many senses I was selfish.
And now, yet again I have that feeling haunt my innards. I am unable to be happy knowing full well how I have hurt my loved ones.
Much as I know I should embrace the moment and take life as it comes, deep down it hurts so much that times I get choked.
Whether I chose to stand by my family or with my love, I would be selfish.
Either way I will get judged. Either way I will become the one who causes pain. Either way I will feel pain.
If I were my best friend what advice would I give myself?
“Listen to your heart my girl… Listen to your heart.”