Wednesday, August 27, 2008

A Town Like Valancherry

The remote Kerala village of Valancherry where the ancestral home is situated has grown into quite a town, thanks to 'Gelf' prosperity. Its claim to townhood rests on the numerous shops that have sprung up.

In the not too distant past there used to be the curly-wurly kallu (toddy) in white letters on black boards with translations of the word in every language. (Obviously it was a much sought after thirst quencher.) These boards have been replaced by Bars and Beverages boards. And in place of chaaya kadas (tea shops) that sold pittu and kadala, you have Chaaynees hotels that sell Manjoorie and cooldrings. There are also Backeries that offer pups and doughnites.

I remember the time I went to a Valancherry shop looking for lip gloss. The salesman regretted that he didn't have lip gloss. "But we have steel glass", he said brightly. Another time the local tailor suggested sewing on lice on the fleets of a dress. But the time I was struck dumb was when a shopman offered to show nipples when I went looking for pickles!

During my stay at V town this year, I was eager for similar jocularity. But was sorely disappointed, until I spied a bollboard that advertised 'Bizarre Management Course'... Perhaps the Biz had something to do with Business?? But more intriguing was 'Romantic Laundry'. Now who can explain that???

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Blog Troubles

‘ @#&*’
‘ *&^%#@!’
My limited/ dormant/ passive vocabulary of bad words is exhausted.
I’ve been using them fluently while I try to post. The reason is my slothful, sluggish computer and the capricious net connection. They abscond when needed and the work has to be redone all over again. Leaving me , the epitome of patience , in a fit of fury. Proof of these failures can be seen in my previous post which is with neither title nor conclusion. ( How shameful!) As for commenting, it is a torture on the nerves.

Worse is that my blog dashboard buttons appear in Arabic! Guessing and clicking is no fun. Besides I have erroneously deleted what I wanted to keep and posted what I didn’t want to , thanks to illiteracy of the Arab tongue. I’ll scream if someone tells me to make a change on the language bar. Because I have. In vain.

While in India, I got a Tata Indicom connection, beguiled by Kajol’s ‘wow, now, how’ ad. But that was a mistake. Infuriatingly ssslllowww!

Now that I’ve vented my anger it feels better. But don’t blame me if this rant appears on my blog.