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Ignorance is bliss??

This is a different sort of a post from me today. I am very nostalgic today as I listen to my malayalam playlist. After traversing half the globe, and just after 2 months of my stay here, I have begun to miss my mother-tongue. I miss my home-town in general.
I miss Malayalam....
I miss the divine atmosphere of the temples....
I miss the reverberating moments during the deeparadhanas....
I miss the smell of wet earth...
I miss the sight of greenery like how its in Kerala...
I miss the sight of towering coconut trees...
I miss the sight of the language in the shop boards and compound walls....
I miss the feel of the humid air rather than the conditioned air here...
I miss the chaos on the streets...
I miss the sight of backwaters...
I feel overwhelmed with so much of emotions and love for the language as the melody of the music fills my heart.

But as I express these melancholic feelings... I am also filled with ignominy towards the nonchalant people of a common mother-tongue about their discourteous nature towards those of other places. When will we as man learn to be chivalrous to our fellow-men, that they lack the basic etiquettes of maintaining a common medium of communication. It shows nothing but simple acknowledgment of the presence of another person rather than making them feel non-existent. This may not be out of rudeness but its just ignorance. Ignorance of little things we need to take care in life to make people around us comfortable. Should I still believe ignorance is bliss.....???

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Unknown said…
Your Blogs have a very pleasant undertone to them despite appearing harsh at the surface. Though it isn't exceptionally rare to find people with opinions, it is extremely refreshing to find a person with strong opinions and furthermore the ability to articulate them with such immaculate ease. Keep writing, I'm sure you will never have a dearth of readers..

Cheers...
October 16, 2008 at 5:51 PM
Gouri Nair said…
@ stoned devil...

Thank you for your comments.

Cheers...
October 16, 2008 at 6:19 PM
A Play Of Words ......... said…
i like this blog too cause it rerpresents the true spirit of a person away from home but at home ........ in heart
October 18, 2008 at 11:29 PM
Cheeku said…
Ignorance is bliss! Of course.
Your posts in general have serious overtone. Distinct style :)
Keep it going..
October 20, 2008 at 8:44 PM
Open Book said…
Hey Gouri
I too miss all of that but there is something that I absolutely do not miss GROPING!!
October 23, 2008 at 10:57 AM
Gouri Nair said…
thank you all .. for your comments and more importantly reading my blog :)
October 23, 2008 at 12:20 PM
Sandhya said…
It is 6 months now, since you wrote this article. How do you feel now about the place you live?! It will be interesting, if you write about it now!

Yes, we will always be comfortable to talk and hear our mother tongue. After another 6 months over there and you will notice that you are closer to Malayalees, if you don't get one, Indian of any language - South Indian? This is human nature.
April 23, 2009 at 10:15 PM
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