Story of a lost journalist

June 8, 2008

A walk in Trivandrum city

Filed under: Just talking — Cris @ 01:21

I took a walk today. Walks have a problem. They start at this familiar well-known point you knew by heart but they end in a totally different point. I mean totally.

The solution to this as many bright ancestors before my time discovered, was to have a destination. So there is a plan. Like all plans these ancient walkers made, this one came totally flawless; unless you were born with an extra clumsy gray cell to direct you.

Not that I did not have a destination when I started today. My aim was the petrol pump at the end of a lane. Petrol pump, here I come, I sang. And what happens after a few little minutes? The song was still in my lips but the petrol pump was no more in my vicinity. One of 2 things have happened here.
Thing 1: One of those big bulldozers you see running around the city must have dropped in to say howdy.
Thing 2: Gulp, I lost my way.

Losing ways was not a new thing for me. But losing way when I went for a totally-no-purpose, no-money-with-me evening walk without adult supervision was new (adult translates to any human who knows his ways around the Trivandrum city – once you know that you are qualified to be a full fledge 24-hour adult) .

This petrol-pump-less place I landed on was like a rabbit that came out of the magic hat. One minute it was the friendly smiling polluted city we all knew and loved and the next minute it was a deserted lane in Mars. Fortunately no Martians were taking an evening stroll. And apparently no Mars-visiting-humans were either. I was beginning to get gloomy seeing all the peace and neatness around me. That is when I saw 2 things that lifted my spirits a little; namely, a huge pile of garbage on the road and a massive drainage leak. Whew! This was good old Trivandrum with its good old insanitation.

In a minute or 2 of walking I saw more proofs to my favorite city’s identity. Friendly looking souls dribbling left and right, not-so-friendly looking souls dumping their garbage into the pile in the middle of the road. I wanted to smile to welcome myself back to familiar grounds. But the not-so-friendly group looking like they might just throw their trash to any open shell including a lost-girl’s mouth stopped me.

An hour later I did come across my lost petrol pump. I could have reached there in 10 minutes or in 1 hour. I, a walks-lover chose ’em hour routes. And when we had a destination, we reached it. Didn’t matter how long it took did it?



  1. Shhhhh!!! Never make our city secrets public! Let the sewage flow on road.. and we must call our city green city!

    Comment by Srijith — June 8, 2008 @ 09:15 | Reply

  2. “And apparently no Mars-visiting-humans were either”—-good !

    Comment by manu — June 8, 2008 @ 09:55 | Reply

  3. petrol pump @ the end of the road.. is it the vazhuthacaud one? or the bakery junction one?.. either ways, u shud be a very very sophisticated person to get lost on the way.. one who doesnt heed those wide and straight roads πŸ˜€

    Comment by deepak — June 8, 2008 @ 09:56 | Reply

  4. or maybe, i am too naive to figure out the imagination component in the post. nice reading.. keep writin

    Comment by deepak — June 8, 2008 @ 10:14 | Reply

  5. @deepak – I too got lost; not in Trivandrum city; but in the imagination component in the post. This is post modern stuff like you see in art galleries. You have two options. One is to ask the artist and publicize your ignorance and the other is to remain silent and act as if you understand the stuff. I can empathize with your feelings πŸ™‚

    Comment by Anoop John — June 8, 2008 @ 16:28 | Reply

  6. okay post modern anoop john sir.. njaan angekku mumbil vanangunnu.. saashtaangam..

    Comment by deepak — June 8, 2008 @ 16:32 | Reply

  7. @deepak – I am not post modern, I’m in the same boat as you are in this regard πŸ™‚

    Comment by Anoop John — June 8, 2008 @ 17:11 | Reply

  8. People! Was the post so uncomprehensible? Isnt getting lost a fairly common deal with everyone? :p
    Regarding the element of imagination, well its a few different real life incidents clubbed together. I have taken walks, I have a history of getting lost and I have sensed the distinguishable appearance of Trivandrum city on my walks πŸ™‚

    Comment by Cris — June 8, 2008 @ 19:55 | Reply

  9. Yeah but it is difficult to imagine getting lost in Trivandrum city. Hmmm. Let me see if I put my imagination at work and imagine that you are a three eyed Martian who sees things behind you as you walk forward and things on your left when you look right and vice versa then yes I am slowly begin to understand the possibility of getting lost :p

    Comment by Anoop John — June 8, 2008 @ 20:21 | Reply

  10. @Anoop, Hehe it is not that hard to imagine. Live one day with my sense of direction and it will come easy to you πŸ˜€

    Comment by Cris — June 9, 2008 @ 00:00 | Reply

  11. did u mean the vazhuthacaud petrol pump ?? hmm taking an hr to get there from ur place is quite unbelievable! Maybe u started walking in the opposite direction or maybe u took all the side roads in bw πŸ˜€

    Comment by rose — June 9, 2008 @ 10:25 | Reply

  12. @rose thats the petrol pump I meant :D. Getting lost was on another day to another place though. I combined both together hehe

    Comment by Cris — June 9, 2008 @ 15:41 | Reply

  13. hehe on second thoughts.. i guess its difficult for you to not get lost even if it was to that petrol pump :d

    Comment by rose — June 10, 2008 @ 00:32 | Reply

  14. Hi
    Trivandrum swargam aanu πŸ™‚
    You will realize when you stay in other cities and come back to Trivandrum πŸ™‚


    Comment by Nikhi Narayanan — June 12, 2008 @ 15:26 | Reply

  15. @rose, How rude! :p
    @Nikhil, I already agree with you πŸ™‚ But my sense of direction has stopped working when I turned 5. So getting lost comes naturally to me πŸ˜€

    Comment by Cris — June 18, 2008 @ 14:38 | Reply

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