A Reminder: To a best friend.

To make the most of my time
Keeping in mind the uncertainty of existence that follows
I shall schedule this post.

Being human I tend to follow what follows
I; ignore what matters the most to my kind
Not that I’m not highly under the influence of Johnnie’s Black right now
Not that I don’t feel the same when I’m me
NLDS, Tunde Kebab, Powai, Rickshaw Ride; all of that was a good idea
Those days of Google Chats and a stupid Nokia.

Hugs Ayu!


A Reflection of India – Pallavi Sanalkumar

Dear World,

Today I had a MIND = BLOWN moment when I came across an AJ+ video on Facebook about world’s first solar operated airport; The Cochin International Airport, India. While I was digesting the fact that my country’s first PPP Model airport was recognized for such an achievement, I was more enticed by the sparkling eyes that delivered this operational excellence.

Meet Pallavi SanalKumar, she’s an Operations Engineer at Kochin Airport. I think she was known as Pallavi Sanal (may be when she was unmarried?), back then she was the Junior Manager at the Cochin International Airport.

It took me almost 20 mins to find her on LinkedIn (I think it’s her), her profile is not updated for over 2/3 years. When you Google her, you do not see any profile links or image searches.

Why am I sharing all this? Because individuals like Pallavi are real builders of my Nation yet they are the least respected by the Urban societies. Categorized as Public Servants ONLY.

It is estimated that over 1.5 Million engineers graduate from Indian colleges/universities every year. Think of it was 1.5 Million Pallavis and the fact will BLOW your MIND.


This plant will produce 18 million units of power from ‘ sun ‘ annually-the power equivalent to feed 10,000 homes for one year.Over the next 25 years, this green power project will avoid carbon dioxide emissions from coal fired power plants by more than 3 lakh metric tons, which is equivalent to planting 3 million trees or not driving 750 miles.
Source: Link

So next time you receive a CV of an Indian and you don’t find him/her on LinkedIn or you find her/his profile too simple, THINK AGAIN, she might be your Pallavi.

Pallavi, We’re Proud of You. Thank you!


Hon.Chief Minister Mr.Oommen Chandy inaugurated the 12 MWp solar power plant, on 18th August 2015, comprising of 46,150 solar panels laid across 45 acres near cargo complex. Now, Cochin airport’s solar power plant  is producing 50,000 to 60,000 units of electricity per day to be consumed for all its operational functions, which  technically make the airport ‘ absolutely power neutral ‘. Source: Link

Sure there are many more Indians involved in delivering this EPIC achievement, Pallavi is just an example of the exemplary Indian talent. 

Zigazig Ha – Find Your True Self.

Since the early days of British Raj, traveler’s from the western world visited India in order to find their true ‘self’. Their journeys were scripted with divine experiences on this very chaotic peninsula. Even today you can find travelers and tourists traversing India in order to find themselves. Not sure if it’s really true, not sure if they truly find themselves or are awakened to an understanding of what they really really want; personally it works the other way round for me, I get confused.

India confuses me.

This peninsula induces this rare feeling of self-reflection where I end up diving deep into a vicious circle of questioning my own decision and choices. It isn’t the feeling of regret but just too many questions that make me ponder, Is this what I really want?

But really? Like don’t we all know that these thoughts pop-up when we’re in our comfort zone and confusing our own apprehension, just in order to escape hardship and challenges.

So today when I questioned myself, “What do I really really want?”, I tuned into the following:

All we want, is to be set free
To live life, and to make it special
To see the real beauty in ourselves and others
To know that, when it all comes to an end,
We somehow made a difference and brought light into the world

Unfortunately, all the rambling pseudo-philosophical intros in the world wont make one bit of difference
And being on random substances in an Ibiza night club won’t help either

At moments like these you need to step back and say:

Where’s the bloody Spice Girl party?

Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want,
So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.

Spice Girls and Knife party, now that’s an unprecedented combination 😀

#Random3AMPost #PracticingImpromptuWriteups

An Evening Grass Dew

As I slogged my way out from our rusty elevator of the west lobby
The aroma of ‘an evening grass dew’ enchanted my senses
It threw me into a flashback of Assam
Where my evenings were spent playing Cricket or at the bench with geeky girls on lenses

The dusk were almost antiquated in winters
Not that it stopped us from desperately frisking for a cricket ball lost in the mighty woods
The sunny days were spent dreaming at school
While the moon light nights walking around in hoods

I was part of a dancing troop formed at the local community club
Swaying to the tunes of Bollywood in an open ground, even in rain
I also did try to transcend myself to a literature communion
No matter how hard I tried, the teacher pronounced me useless, “all in vain”

Now that I’m lost in the corporate forest of a connected world
I recall I always planted my way in the woods
Whether it be biking around, acting as if engaged in extreme sports
Or trekking the hill behind the C-11 apartment where the zebra patched dog always stood

I’m not in touch with any of my friends or the geeky girls I flirted with
but I remember, I had a precious few
with Facebook, LinkedIn, WhatsApp, Twitter to connect
I really miss that aroma of an evening grass dew

There is an unknown reason why I’m still here not raising my voice,
nor am I standing up for the fight
perhaps, because I think I’m savvy, I get the gist of life
But I never understood why these thoughts only hit you at 11pm on a random weekday night.

40 days Ago – God’s Own Country #9

A month+ ago I was backpacking this incredible state of India named Kerala (also tagged as “God’s Own Country). For most of my travels I have always written a summary blog for my trip but for some reason, I haven’t taken that train yet; so here it goes, the summary blog for “God’s Own Country: Kerala”.

The itinerary was mostly inspired from Lonely Planet top destinations and some golden suggestions from my friends living in Kerala. In terms of preparation I followed the following: Preparing for a Trip to India(most of it is applicable for women but ya).

Fort Kochi, Munnar, Backwater Breeze, Houseboat, Adira and Indian Traffic were the top attractions. (destinations)

I also did try to define Munnar in words (style) of Ruskin Bond: Ruskin’s Nature.

I also captured some amazing Time-lapse shots via GoPro (Video Blogs are also embedded below)

Video Blog Part 1 

Video Blog Part 2

My most memorable moment was when we were on the houseboat and it started raining and it literally felt like, I was a nomad, A Travel Pirate (and of course I captured it using a GoPro)

Mark Twain once wrote: India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grand mother of tradition. Our most valuable and most astrictive materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only!


Incredible Adira – God’s Own Country #8

Ever wondered, what if the girl your dreams is a waitress at a small hotel in a small city of India? Or Indonesia or Brazil?
Why not!


Yesterday, I met Adira;  a calm, composed, simple, shy yet awe-inspiringly genius girl. Her smile said it all, her background, her hard work, her passion, her responsibilities, her hobbies, her choices; her life!

There was something really different about her, she was unique, original; no resemblance whatsoever to anyone. I wish I had the opportunity to discover further who she really was.
Of course, She’s not the girl of my dreams, if she was, I won’t have just simply let her go but the fact that she resembles her so much makes me feel weak at heart!
I do wish Adira a great life ahead, I hope to meet her again, that is if destiny permits.

This reminds me of a One Tree Hill quote: At this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, that war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one.

Good luck, Adira 🙂