Cats are notoriously inquisitive. Hence the phrase, “Curiosity killed the cat”. In most of the different versions of the origin of this phrase, a cat is killed because it ventured out of its familiar environs to find out what is beyond and met an unexpected death at some point during its journey through the great unknown. It’s a warning phrase. But it’s wonderful.
I am sitting in the college library. I look around and see a lot of guys and girls busy with many different books. Some of them are, as I can feel, deep into it and there are a few others whose eyes are uneasily moving around and fingers drumming with restlessness, as if they are waiting for a moment of freedom or may be trying to connect with the bulky book resting in front of them on the table. They are not enjoying it and want to stop whatever they are doing. It’s torturous to do something which you don`t enjoy doing. In Steve Jobs’ words “you gotta love what you do. It’s the only way to do great work”.
Outside the sun has set and a veil of dark grey clouds is sweeping across the red canvas. Silhouettes of birds flying across crimson gaps in between clouds are faintly visible. How I wish, I had my camera with me. Alas! My great love is far away from me resting in her cozy bag waiting for her next outing during the weekend. It’s all grey outside and street lights have come alive after a long day break.
As I get back from the room in my house where my love occupies a desktop and across the skies which are turning darker with each passing second and through the tube-lit streets leading to my college gate and the window panes on the fourth floor where I am one among many who is busy with a book, I know that I am just rediscovering my great loves; photography, travelling, observation etc. through my mistress. My mistress, even though I have ignored her many a times, comes back to me at these odd moments giving me her love and care. I too love her but I am not able to express it in the way I do with photography. But one day, I`ll proclaim to others that I have one more to my great love list. I am waiting for that day.
(As I didn`t have my cam with me then, I had to chose from my collection for an appropriate sunset 🙂 )
I was born and brought up in Trivandrum, but my parents are from Calicut and Thrissur. Both Calicut and Thrissur are turning out to be fast paced urban settlements. Cochin, the queen of Arabian Sea, is the fastest of all the cities in Kerala. But the thing being a person from Trivandrum is that, you are comfortable with a life in slow motion. I don`t know whether I am experienced enough to provide such an opinion. Still, I find the way the way of life in Trivandrum slower than in other cities, may be because there are a lot of government offices in and around the city. They say nothing moves in a government office without being bribed. I don’t think it`s true, but there are some who won’t move even a finger without getting a “valuable” offer. On the whole, bribe or no bribe, things are a bit slow (it’s the govt, so just don’t care).
Then you have roads. Even if someone wishes to reach somewhere quickly, it’s just not possible. Either gutters will slow you down or some guy who is lazy enough to go slow or selfish enough to cover the whole road will make it impossible for you to break away from the chain. I won`t complain about the traffic blocks since the condition is much better than in other cities (especially Cochin). So, whether you like it or not, Trivandrum walks while other cities run. But I love it this way and I think it`s cool. A slow way of development is really appreciable and in case of Trivandrum, it would be nice if the city goes on without any new developments. By development, I mean new constructions (ex- mono-rail). But I think the government can make this city look much better by just improving the present state of things and not by cutting down trees for new developments.
Anyway, development at a fast pace can be highly toxic. The villages and greenery around other cities are getting drastically reduced to blocks of concrete and the temperature is also soaring. For me, it is a great relief to know that this kind of development is happening at very slow pace in my city (it is happening in the form of Techno Park and flats). When some new work starts in Trivandrum, it normally gets delayed. Many of the green velvety patches in and around the city are still intact. This is why I think a life in slow motion is comparatively better than the fast paced one. I wish this city to remain like this forever. It will remain as a silly wish because eventually this city will also fall as a prey of development.
Alas! All I can do is hope.
A view of Chalai, vibrant with activity