The road to recovery from an illness caused by jealousy and hatred in bumpy. Having recovered from it very recently myself.

Vacation times are here. Since I dont have any school going cousins anymore it doesnt make much of a difference these days. Till last year I looked forward to the Summer hols and the related activities.

Staying over at grandma's place, mom's sister's place meant a whole lot of fun. Quarrelling with cousins usually ending up crying and grabbing and throwing whatever was in my reach. I was a very stubborn fighter which made most of my cousins more fiercer in hitting me. Though I throughly enjoyed every part of it.

It was during this time that i learnt malayalam from my cousin sis and in return I taught her hindi. (no wonder she topped in school for Hindi), traveled in a boat, took part in a temple procession, ate lots of mango, tried a hand at learning paper craft and so on...
I have always loved the summer season for various reasons, the 50 days school holidays, getting to spend more time at playing shuttle badminton, "crocodile which colour do you want", skipping ropes, and the mangoes, yummy slrrruuppp...

All that was past, now its maddening to be in your native place, mad hum of the floor polishing machine of the neighbors who are constantly rebuilding their house with changing trends, stupid cricket shows and still dumber presenters, never ending tele serials or mega serials whatever they are called with all the womenfolk glue to the idiot boxes, dharna and bandh and pannimudakku every alternate day.

Most of the educated youth if you could call them so or middle aged unclejis squat in front of the Secretariat if they arent provided jobs, when they are appointed after much pull and push and certain "necessary transactions" they squat at their respective seats doing nothing.
If they dont have a job they squat if they do have a job then too they squat. One new generation of squatters and oglers of the first order.

What has gone wrong and where?

Most of my educated cousins are in Bangalore, making it a mallu township outside kerala. Every one involved in a mad rush to make money and buy apartments at the 110 floor. Rushing in to buy and sport that new I pod and the new mobile available in the market.

Have you guys forgotten where you came from? Dont you talk to me in that stupid accent, I do understand malayalam and Inglish.
Come on get real!
Humph!
Aaarghhh!
You !@#$#@! (please substitute it with choicest of your words but- Be nice and polite)

I rest my case!