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.....???
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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Your posts in general have serious overtone. Distinct style :)
Keep it going..
I too miss all of that but there is something that I absolutely do not miss GROPING!!
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.