The journey so far

Since one of the main reasons for this trip was Kochunni's Vidyarambham we decided to ensure that both sets of grandparents were with us to enjoy the proceedings. We rented a car from Bangalore and traveled further south to Kollur and then to Kerala to visit our home town - though we really have no stake in it. Both sides of the family have let go or been pushed into letting go their respective tharvadu (ancestral house), but for both its still the place that beckons them. The agenda included a quick circuit around most of Kerala visiting some famous temples, the tharvadu and meeting a little bit of family.

But after two days of continuous travel from Bangalore to Kollur and now to Kerala, Kochunni looks like he is half his original size, seemingly having withered into a skeleton. We decided that it might be better on him (and us) to take some rest and give the little fella a break.

We stopped at my mother's cousins house in the lush green house near Palakkad. Kochunni was treated to various treats from Chakka upperi (jack-fruit side dish), cool nalikera vellam (nariyal pani/cocunut water) straight from fresh coconuts, fruits and fresh vegetables. He even had a traditional lunch on the plantain leaf for the first time. It turned out to be a wonderful stop-over. Kochunni was pleased with meeting his mema (mothers younger sister/mausi) and seemed to enjoy the sights of our home town - the green trees, the homely temples to the lush green fields. Having decided to cut short on some temple visits Kochunni got a well deserved break while both sets of parents still managed to do their darshans. By evening, with two good meals in his tummy and a good night sleep he was a new fella, and we went to my parents tharvadu and the associated temples.

The only concept that seemed archaic to Kochunni was our insistence on taking his shirt off inside the temples, the poor fella having never seen such a sight cried foul everytime we had to step into the temple. As far as I am aware, Kerala temples are the only place where they insist on men going to the temple in the traditional mundu - shirt less, with only a short mundu covering their chest or using their shirt over their shoulder. Women have to wear sares, while girls have to wear long skirts (pavada/blouse). Though today slowly the idea is challenged and some of the more famous temples have accepted girls/women in churidars and men in pants instead of the mundu. But going shirt less is still widely practiced. Slowly he is getting accustomed to showing off his 'tummy'!

By evening we progressed to Guruvayoor. Guruvayoor turned out to be so warm that we had to move from our non-A/C room to an A/C room during the middle of the night. Deciding to give the little fella another break Kochunni, my dad and I stayed back at Trissur at my husbands aunts house, while husband, mil and mom progressed further to his hometown. I did a little shopping and took rest.

Tomorrow we go back to Bangalore - another long 8-10 hour ride back. Its definitely not been a relaxing vacation (in terms of doing nothing) so far but after tomorrow hopefully the next few days will be restful until we go back home next week - back to the grind.