I had the fortune to spend a day and night in transit in Changi Airport. I felt like being in a womb. The architecture had the ambience of a little child. The smoker’s room was fantastic. Shops glittered with a bevy of things. I walked through the airport as a contented poet. The massive lounge was an opera of delight. One felt the ease of being at home. I had a lot of booze and I slept comfortable on a sofa. On waking I found that I had missed my flight. The officials there were courteous in assisting me. I rebooked my ticket paying a small sum. I loved the sardine sandwiches and the beautiful vodka. Yes, Changi is a heaven on earth.
Kerala, metonymyed as God’s Own Country is one of the fifty destinations to be visited are per National
Legend has it that Parasurama threw an axe into the Arabian Sea and carved a land called Kerala.
There’s also a legend that people were incensed with Shiva and said that we were not getting enough intoxication and Shiva in anger threw some hair on to the earth and out of it weed was born.
Prominent to see in Kerala are the mystic, tranquil backwaters, the heart and soul of Kerala. One can spend days and nights in them cruising slowly, watching the exotic birds, the lush paddy fields, the season of the monsoon all which forms a poetic epiphany.
Next there are the virgin beaches of Kerala, a paradise for tourists. The beach at Varkla is very famous, garden of water thronging in delight. Once while I was there, I came across a bookshop which had books of all nations. You could pick your book or exchange a book. Famous are the massages of Kerala, famous for rejuvenating the body.
Next comes the famous garden of aromatic tea and spices. It’s a pleasure to watch little hills of bloomed tea leaves. Once in Munnar, one becomes infatuated with the beautiful smell of tea leaves and spices.
Idukki a district of Kerala is famous for superb marijuana called as blue rope (Neela Chadayan). Grass has become very scarce in Kerala owing to strict vigilance of the police. But it is still thriving.