Smooth Operator

Okay, honestly, the music in this cyber cafe is wannabe. Smooth Operator?

Went to visit my mum's side of the family a.k.a the side of the family I hardly know. It was a little embarresing to find out that half of these people knew pretty much everything about my life and I couldn't even remember their names. I'm such an asshole! I don't deserve to have an extended family.

There's this really cute chick sitting in the next cubicle. The only thing turning off about her is the way she speaks Malayalam. Coupled with the fact that she's humming Smooth Operator. But that's something I could work around. If my mother has her way and I (God forbid) end up marrying a Keralite chick, here's a chick I probably wouldn't mind marrying.

Marriage? God, that's ages away. Or so it seems. If there's one thing I've learnt today, it's that time flies.

PLEASE stop humming Smooth Operator!!

Tiruvella

I love the streets of Tiruvella. They're narrow, winding, a little pot-holed. Imperfect. But authentic. My second day here and boredom has begun to seep in. I know practically NO1 at all in Tiruvella. I mean, I have my cousins and uncles and aunts but I have literally NO friends at all here. It's not so bad though. No social obligations. You have your life to yourself. No-one to hurt. No-one to hurt you. And the whole point of coming here was to get away from the mess Pune's become. But I still miss it a little.
Part of me wants to believe that everything would somehow sort itself by the time I get back. That, somehow, my absence would catalyze the arrival to some settlement, some conclusion, some end, whichever end it may be. The other part of me knows that that's just wishful thinking. I have a lot to face when I get back...! Results. People. People.

My grandmother's is so outdated it's not funny. She stills refers to the middle-east as 'Persia'! Persia?? WTF? It's cute though.
I like the way old people speak. It's so childish.

My time's up.

I'll remember this Internet cafe. GMail took less then 2 minutes to load! Quite an achievement in this part of the world!

Ende Patti Aiyyo!

In Kerala. It's hot. It's humid. And it's near impossible to find a decent Internet cafe (no offence buddy but your connection sucks). I've realized how addicted I am to the Internet and how much of my life revolves around it.
I have nothing deep or profound to write about today. I'm pretty much culture-shocked. How sad is that? Culture-shocked by your own culture!
But I promise you that the moment I get accustomed to this place, I'll be back. =)

God, it's so bloody hot!