Moo. Moooo.

Another picture from Pulang. This kind of summarizes the current mood too.

Missed home this time. Wished I was a homecoming cow or something. Last year, Thiruvonam was on a weekend, yet I didn't (couldn't, actually) go home. maxaud did. Few of us hijacked his car and drove off to Yercaud. There, we ate chicken curry and such for Onasadya (recently learned from a Malayala Manorama commentary that serving chicken with the Onam feast is normal in north Kerala, but that is alien to my homestead anyway), and drank vodka and such (ok, I don't drink, so I just tasted it, ok?) instead of paayasam.

(At Yercaud, there is this radio transmission station at the top of a hill. We went there in the evening, walked around, sat under the moon and howled at it. I still have a perfect composition, in my mind that is, of the building and antennas silhouetted by the moonlight, with the full moon in the backdrop. Pity I hadn't started this photography thing at that time...)

This year, ended up at the workplace on Thiruvonam day. That is good, that means there is food on the table. But that also meant that there was no onassadya on the table.

It is that damn karma after us, after each of us.