Thursday, 7 July 2011

KSRTC - Kerala State Roadside Tea and Conversation


He opens his small shop, his enterprise, at the crack of dawn. The water is put to boil, breakfast (usually puttu / rice cakes) is made, bananas are cut, batter is mixed, newspapers are laid out and along come the first punters of the day. A very busy day at that.

The Malayali’s affinity for tea and his local teashop or chayakkada is legendary. Hey, even Neil Armstrong was offered a special Malayali brew by a moustachioed tea man when he landed on the moon (one of the many “Mallu teashop” jokes on offer in India).

Our quintessential chayakkada is a far cry from clinical Starbucks. There are no teapots, no fancy machinery, no plush chairs and not even one neatly folded napkin in sight (that’s what lungi’s are for!). There are glass tumblers (again, please feel free to use the end of your lungi or sari to keep your fingers from burning!), a steel mug to mix his concoction and some cloth to use as a sieve, bottles filled with sweets and savouries,  plantains, newspapers and magazines hanging from rope, vertically and horizontally! To add to the ambience there’s always a rickety old wooden bench and table for the malayali to drink his cuppa, read the newspaper (100% literacy in Kerala is not for nothing!) and eat his favourite “chayakkada items”. Deep fried bananas in sweet batter (Vazhakkappam / Pazham pori – try pronouncing that dear non malayalees!! Ha!), jilebi’s, bonda’s, and of course every Malayali’s favourite puttu and kadala (chickpeas) curry is always on offer.

Our owner, usually the most informed man in the area, pours his brew from mug to tumbler and back with utter dexterity. The tea travels in an almost vertical direction and not one drop is spilt and all this happens in a flash before your very perplexed eyes. That’s sheer brilliance for you!

The moustachioed Malayali drinks this frothy concoction, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, lights his beedi and proceeds to discuss local gossip, latest movies, national and international news, politics (its all about communism here!) and then start an argument or two for which the owner is always the referee.

Along with our coconut trees and lush backwaters, the common mans chayakkada has always been pivotal to society in Kerala. One tea stall around every corner is as much part of Kerala’s landscape as is a Mohanlal poster. It was once a young mans entrepreneurial dream to start a chayakkada, it still features in every Malayalam movie and it’s as famous in India as the Malayali himself. If you’re looking for a glorious eastern tea ceremony or a western teapot you won’t find it here. If you want to have one helluva cuppa packed with Malayali punch (Mohanlal style), meet interesting lungi clad people and want to know who Shakeela is, head to any chayakkada in Kerala or of course, to the moon.


A Malayali's Starbucks
Food display units: IKEA please note.
Our version of High Tea! 

Fancy kitchen utensils

Newton should have visited Kerala instead of going to Cambridge!

Aah, Vazhakkappam, my dear deep fried bananas, how i love thee!

Bondas and Banana's


Yes, we have red banana's too! The best I say!

For the sweet teeth

Colourful packaging for a colourful country


More banana's!

No packaging required!

A banana for me!

Manorama and Meera

Not an IKEA shelf

Aint no chayakkada without a Malayali uncle in a lungi!

Indian Graphics

Indian Beedi graphics

Precariously perched on local transport

The original KRSTC, we've learnt to stand in line

Aint no Kerala without them lot!

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

In-di-aaaa!!! In-di-a!

For every Indian watching the WC final, the experience was intensely emotional, still is and will be forever. I won’t get into why winning the Cricket World Cup was so important to us, but I can tell you how I felt, what I saw and what I did on the 2nd of April 2011.

It’s very hard to explain the Indian psyche, particularly the one that bled blue on that beautiful Saturday. It wasn’t about a stadium full of supporters for a team; it was about the emotion of a whole country that had the same prayer and the same dream. It wasn’t about saffron or green or white…it was about blue. Being it, bleeding it!

I wasn’t in India on that day; I live in London, the closest you can get to India on foreign soil and boy was it good enough! I sat in a crowded basement of a sports bar (Yes, football fans got the airy upper floor), with people Id never seen before and together we shared, worried, cheered, laughed and eventually cried. We sulked when our “God” left the pitch, we cheered when our captain hit a six and we hugged and cried with pride when our favourite team hugged and cried with joy.

Londoners in Marylebone joined the mayhem, they cheered with a bunch of Indians outside a bar, shouting slogans, rejoicing, for Sachin, for Dhoni, for our country. The evening took us to the centre of London, to the iconic Trafalgar square where we found our way to the plinth of Nelsons column, cheering at the top of our lungs. For a few hours from then it was all about our love of cricket and our love for our country. 

There's something about standing high up on a plinth in the centre of London, flags in hand, smiles on the faces of total strangers, hands over eachothers shoulders and pelting patriotism by singing, "Jana Gana Mana...", "Saare Jahan se acha...", "Vandematram.." and "Yeh Dosti..." too, thrown in for good measure. We announced to London in our loud, happy, boistrous way..WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!

Like millions of others, Ill never forget that day, or those moments. Something for them grandkids, thats what it will be! 

Here are a few pictures of the post-match celebrations. I have many more, will leave those for facebook perhaps. Jai Hind!


Outside the Sports Bar in Marylebone, the party has just begun!

Indiaaaa India!

Victory for a billion
The Trafalgar Square party

Vande Mataram!!!

Sheer joy!

Proud to be an Indian!
The lions were not spared either!
It wasnt long before I joined them on top!
Bleeding Blue



VICTORY!
For my country...
Jai Ho!
Yeh dosti hum nahi chodenge!!
We are the Champions!
VIP's forever after!
:D My blue blood boils!

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Technicolour India

I'm bright and colourful. That includes my personality, the clothes I wear, the pictures i take and so on. My eye just picks out colours. Maybe its beause Im a hardcore Indian and we live upto our stereotype. We love colour and we love bright lights. Hey, we even paint our fire engines!! Our trees magically grow technicolour leaves, we crowd the streets every evening after a hard days work only to take the family out to eat bright green deep fried chillies. More than anything we love to celebrate for any reason under the moon.

These pictures were taken at the annual Flower Show at the Kanakakunnu Palace gardens in Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala. This may seem as just another exhibition of plants but its really not. For an Indian, its a celebration. Its about lighting our trees, eating cotton candy, sitting excitedly on a rickety old giant wheel, watching a free movie under the stars and spending evenings with family.
As its neighbour, I have to admit, I bickered about the noise and crowd and the basic inability to get to my gate but you cant deny the fantastic Indian spirit for turning flowers into a party!


Balloons anyone?
Techinicolour Trees
Natures technicolour
Gold lights for Marigolds
Explosion of love
I know there are too many balloons in this post but how can anyone resist those colours!!
Malayalees love heart shaped balloons!!
In India, even fire engines dont escape the paintbrush!
No fancy machinery for us!
Aaah, the taste of childhood, fairground cotton candy.
Chillies ready to be deep fried! yummmm!!
We risk our lives for a bit of fun!
My Heart Will Go On (cheesy, Iknow!!)