Relatives relationships and realities

I rarely go home. Even when I go, I make sure I leave immediately, like within a day or two. Going home is a torture for me, where I have to portray someone different. Or just stay in my room, stare at my laptop, smoke on the terrace, when nobody is watching, sitting furtively.

It used to curtail my freedom is what I used to think, and then it became part of me, to hate going home.

Eventually, I spent more than a week at home, for a cousins wedding. I knew I didn’t have to be there for the entire week, and I went more out of a guilt trip by my other cousins than anything else.

But the week went pretty well. I loved one of my cousin’s kid, and could’ve strangled another. I did lots of work in and around the home, fixing the electrical installations, clearing up the really badly done garden, doing some midnight car washing, shopping, driving around.

The wedding was pretty boring as usual, but for a change, I loved seeing the relatives, at least the ones I know. Without being too cliched, they seemed really nice, and simple and had a child like innocence. Most of them work out of middle east, and come to Kerala during the school breaks, and hence they know how to show the love and affection.

I remember when my good friend got married, it was a shock, to know that he was even considering marriage, he took the safer route, found a girl his family would approve of, and got married to her, and thereby kept himself part of the whole relative shebang. (I’ve been using shebang a lot lately and is currently my favorite word). I understand that now, and I probably would want to do something similar, if I ever had to take the extreme step.

Of course that was the major point of discussion, when was I getting married, if I was seeing someone, if I had any problem(s)!!? I wonder if they thought I was gay.

Also I’m feeling close to my relatives, probably because of my non-existent (social) life. I tried half my life, trying to drive people away from me, and it succeeded!


Car Art

Went to the Car Art museum today. A quaint place, with some really cool exhibits.

The building looks like a castle from a fantasy where the evil queen hatches her plan to kill the silly young princess.


The metal-head ghost rider who never stopped smoking.




Faith by David Best

1984 Chevy Camaro, Cape Buffalo head, ceramics, metal, glass, plastic, plastic toys

Cape Buffalo is one the most unpredictable and hence a dangerous animal (lesser than human but more than say a bunny.)

Having a buffalo head on the front, gives the car a raw edge and power. The car is adorned with ceramics – including cups and saucer, plates etc, toys, beads and mirrors – probably for irony and sarcasm. I’m sure there is a hint of human essence as well.






Another installation by David Best – Milan Car on a Cadillac




Its got a really long tail, with mirrors, crockery and skulls.


The steering wheel to the highway to hell!






Hope is another artifact by David Best – a schooner made to model, with the flag of faith instead of any country.



The shadow play was quite interesting. The different orbs with lights inside which goes on and off apparently randomly,  creating momentary transient shadows.






More information on Art Car Museum here.

There is an Art Cart Parade in Houston on 11th May. More info on that here.

More on David Best here

“Man had always…

“Man had always assumed that he was more intelligent than dolphins because he had achieved so much—the wheel, New York, wars and so on—while all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man—for precisely the same reasons” -Douglas Adams

A Tragedy

Bhopal Gas Tragedy is one of the biggest industrial disasters. To put it in perspective – the worst disaster you can think of, lets say Chernobyl Radiation Leak killed lesser number of people. There are lots of culprits, the government, the company, the employees. But the brunt of the leak was born by the lowest strata of the society as is the norm. The Wikipedia page is here.

Bhopal Gas Victims

I was bemused by the last line in the wiki entry: The Swedish family physician (MD) Ingrid Eckerman, member of the International Medical Commission on Bhopal in 1994 and author of “The Bhopal Saga – causes and consequences of the world’s largest industrial disaster”,[90] published in 2004, is since 2008 denied visa to India.[91]

Why would Indian government prevent someone from visiting India? What is the Government wary and scared of? I’ve increasingly started feeling that the Indian Government, for all its merits in chugging along the bandwagon that is India, is also an authoritarian. I mean for all the freedom of press, lots of things go unreported.

I wonder who is at fault here – the media, the government, or we the people?

Ingrid Eckerman – Victim of Indian Apathy?