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Kochi Airport to have Visa-on-Arrival facility
Published January 24, 2012 | 
The Kochi International Airport is going to be one of the four airports in India that would have the Visa-on-Arrival facility working in a year’s time.
The decision to extend the Visa-on-Arrival facility, provided to tourists from some countries, like Japan, Singapore, Finland, Luxemburg, New Zealand, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, Philippines etc, to four airports has been taken by the Government of India. That the Kochi airport is one among these is a matter of happiness for the people of Kerala, especially since people not just from European countries, but from places like Japan and Singapore too visit India, especially Kerala. This could prove a boost for the tourism sector and do good to Kerala.
To know more, click here…
Battle begins: Thin vs Fat!!! (Part II)
Published December 8, 2011 | Antony’s Dilemma, mine too….
Mark Antony was not supposed to speak praising Caesar, he was supposed to praise Cassius and his company of conspirators (Brutus too!). But Antony knew what was what and he could not but speak up for Caesar. He could not but condemn the acts of Brutus and Cassius. Real dilemma indeed! Continue reading
Diwali at Karmakerala
Published October 27, 2011 | We at Karmakerala had a nice time bursting crackers and lighting sparklers etc as part of Diwali, the festival of lights…would prefer not to waste words, let pictures tell it all…
To Moustache or not to Moustache, that’s the question
Published October 19, 2011 | The ‘No to Moustache’ version (TEAM A AT KARMAKERALA)
Curiosity! To know, do girls like guys with or without moustache? Sholto decided to have a quick survey in the office to find out what they have in mind. Majority of the girls liked clean shaved guys like me so he wanted me to know what the reasons are.
One of the most valid reason a lady member raised was she finds that ‘kissing is a wonderful experience and that she can avoid that abnormal sensation of tingling, if her guy is without moustache. Another member felt that guys look good and younger and it adds to their personality without those hairs below their nose.
Some female members were sympathetic, they didn’t mind guys spotting one but felt that keeping a moustache needs regular maintenance and felt sorry that guys have to be in front of the mirror half of the time balancing it. So they felt they could do without it and use that time for better use.
Rest of the women folks felt that moustache has nothing to do with real men and they believe that everything is fine till the guys serve the purpose, it was all about convenience.
Unanimously they all feel to have a moustache is like telling the world “there’s something wrong with my face you are perfect never mind keep it clean.
The Moustache waala’s perspective (TEAM B AT KARMAKERALA)
Statistics always counts, when you are on to a debate or an argument. Let’s begin with some statistics then…
Our Boss Sholto was commenting the other day that for a man, it’s a whole year that’s wasted in his entire lifetime shaving his beard. Yea, if you add the time you spend daily or on alternate days to shave your beard, it would amount to one full year, that’s what he says. So just imagine, if you have to go without moustache, that amounts to more labour and more time spent on shaving. So, if you are quick at calculating, just calculate how much of time will be wasted over shaving your moustache regularly. If time matters for you, then well, this should matter. If not, I’d just retort with a loud boo…
So now, here we go making our points in defence of the Moustache, one by one
- * The notion that not having the moustache is trendy needs to be blasted, with pure logical reason. How can someone with a moustache think of appearing different on different days? A man with a moustache can work wonders with his looks. One day it would be twirled upward; the other day it would be drooping downwards. On another occasion you could just mend your moustache to suit your bulgan beard and on another you could just make it blend into your whiskers to form the Friendly Mutton Chops style. You can trim, cut, crop and grow your moustache, only if you have it. Endless possibilities, eh! (Ask our Karmakerala colleague Rinoj and he could show you how he changes his appearance off and on that way!)
- * Mallus (that’s the trendy phrase the new generation uses to refer to Malayalees) have liked Mammootty mouthing Ranji Panicker’s dialogues in ‘The King’ and Mohanlal saying “Po Mone Dinesha…” in ‘Narasimham’. They have felt the adrenalin rush when Suresh Gopi says ‘Just remember that…” or ‘Bha Pulle…” in his trademark style. The new generation likes and adores Prithviraj. No am not forgetting the older generation…the most sensible of them liked Satyan over Prem Nazeer. All of these stars, sans Prem Nazeer go sporting moustaches. Well, Prem Nazeer might have acted in the most number of films, but what use are those films when compared with the gems that Satyan has acted out with his moustache?! Coming to more recent times, though film buffs like ‘Panchagni’, they say it loud enough for everyone to hear that it would have been great if Mohanlal hadn’t shaved off his moustache for that film.
- * People sans moustaches don’t make it to the Guinness Books of World Records the way people with long moustaches do it. Can someone create a record for not keeping a moustache? No way. But, you could definitely find place in history if you have a long moustache.
- * Moustache is an integral part of certain professions. Picture in your mind the portrait of a policeman whom you feared as a kid, he’d definitely have a moustache. Teachers with moustaches make the best headteachers. They are obeyed instantly. Think of professions where a lack of a moustache comes to be of advantage to you. You won’t find any…
- * Moustache is part of our culture in Kerala. The archetypal hero of most of our folk-tales go with moustaches and the typical ‘Karanavar’ sports a twirled up Moustache. It has always been associated with manliness. My women colleagues in Karmakerala say a man wins respect if he has a moustache, which is an integral part of a man’s personality.
- * Can you imagine Charlie Chaplin without his trademark moustache? So that proves we need a moustache to evoke laughter too; and laughter is always the best medicine!
- * Moustaches are given to us by nature. By going without moustaches, aren’t we defying the laws of nature?! Ha ha…
- * You look serious with a moustache, say my women colleagues in Karmakerala. They opine that sans a moustache you look more funny. They also say that moustache makes a man elegant.
- * Says a colleague of mine- “It’s after all a neat moustache that makes a man’s face apparently different from a woman’s”. Aha, thanks for the info!
- * For a colleague of mine who says that a man cannot kiss if he has the moustache, here’s the answer. Emraan Hashmi, known as the ‘Serial kisser’ in Hindi films, kisses his heroines equally well in those movies too wherein he sports a moustache. Why don’t you go and ask those heroines if they feel a difference between Emraan Hashmi with a moustache and Emraan Hashmi without moustache as regards his deadly kiss…. Ha ha…
Hope these arguments would suffice in support of Moustaches…Here I end my case, for moustaches.
Postscript: Just imagine, but for moustaches, we wouldn’t have had a movie named ‘Meesha Madhavan’, one of the biggest of all time hits in Malayalam…
The lost world of visa rejection…
Published September 20, 2011 | It was some years back that an actor from Kerala, M.R.Gopakumar, was chosen to play a key role in Steven Spielberg’s ‘The Lost World’. But the actor, who had proved his calibre with Adoor Gopalakrishnan’s ‘Vidheyan‘ couldn’t make it and join Spielberg’s unit in Los Angeles as the American Consulate in Chennai denied him a ‘work visa’. The reason quoted was that Gopakumar had no documents to prove that Spielberg had actually hired him. For the actor, who is definitely a real talented person (‘Vidheyan’ alone is proof enough), this was big loss indeed. (Gopakumar continues to act, but in totally unexceptional kind of roles and television soaps, thus being one of the most under-utilised actors in a star-oriented film industry).
M.R.Gopakumar is just an example of how visa rejection could cause irreparable loss to people. People from all walks of life have had to face this at all times. The world of visa rejection is indeed a lost world, wherein you suffer the losses and the authorities in question too can’t help it maybe. There are complexities, official and diplomatic ones. The reasons may sound just and you can’t blame the blatant indifference shown by authorities at an embassy or consulate. But there are instances where this could be avoided, perhaps. One such instance, where it can be and should be overcome relates to the forthcoming Formula One Indian Grand Prix, slated to take place on October 30th at the Buddh International Circuit in Greater Noida, so near our National Capital. Visa related issues are causing much trouble for drivers, journalists and others who plan to make it to Delhi for the grand event, as per recent reports.
A counter to Sholto’s post…
Published August 18, 2011 | Sholto’s post made me think… Are we in Kerala really supporting Anna Hazare and his movement? Well, I am confused…
Is it really the popular kind of support that is generated elsewhere in India that we see happening in Kerala too?
Cynic that I am I feel it’s not so. Here it all seems to be party-centric, planned and implemented by various political outfits, politically motivated students organisations, trade unions etc. Average Malayalees, who have trained themselves to be indifferent to such ‘goings on’ and have got used to dismissing vices like corruption, injustice, dowry, casteism, female infanticide and foeticide etc. with a mere shrug of the shoulder and at times even finding words to justify such things as ‘practically good’, seem not much bothered about what Anna Hazare is fighting for and what the Lok Pal bill means in principle. They are too concerned about the practicalities of life that they don’t have the time to stop and think of principles. Principles, who cares?!- that’s the attitude. Be hypocritical, you’ll be respected in Kerala, be genuine, you’ll be ostracised. I remember how a couple of people were asking me, when Anna Hazare began his first hunger strike and people were going to light candles here in Kochi to support him, whether I was also going to join in. I said a firm ‘no’ because I still don’t believe in the genuineness of these candle-lighters from Kerala. The very same people, I have seen, engage in things illegal and corrupt in their personal lives. (Well, they got justification for that; it’s all ‘small things’. They forget it has to begin with ‘small things’!). Well, I can’t name people and make a list of things and explain how they are violating the very same things that they pledge not to violate by lighting candles in support of Anna Hazare. I will earn more enemies in the process, I already have many!!
So, are we genuine in supporting Anna Hazare? The students who kept away from colleges, do they respect people like Mahatma Gandhi or Anna Hazare and try to understand them and their ways even to a small extent? The guys who are likely to observe a hartal or two (well, they lost a chance now as the Delhi cops have yielded and Anna Hazare is all set to go fasting), do they understand that hartal is another variant of ‘Satyagraha’, which was used by one Great Man( ‘Great’ is now a word that we use to praise undeserving people and to even write about the doings of marketing companies and hence is shorn of all its ‘greatness’), whom we call Mahatma (a word that we don’t understand the meaning of nowadays), to promote things for a society and not for any political party. People who discuss the pros and cons of Anna Hazare’s fight and the Lok Pal bill and then sit back to ‘watch and enjoy’; do they understand that if people like Mahatma Gandhi and Anna Hazare had done the same, nothing would have happened.
Well, it now seems to me that perhaps Sholto hinted at this when he used the phrase ‘typical Kerala style’ (“Kerala citizens have been demonstrating in support of Hazare in typical Kerala style…”)…
Yes Sholto, we are indeed supporting Anna Hazare, in true and typical Kerala style. Let’s hope public property is not destroyed and buses not burnt; that would be too much of support, I guess!!
Karmakerala writer shares Monsoon Experiences
Published June 22, 2011 |
Photos: Tijo Sebastian
Wow…my colleagues, most of them ‘non-writers’ sharing their monsoon experiences made me love the monsoon once again… was bowled over by Sharaz’ description of having a hot omelette in the rains…next time Sharaz, invite me too…will come, for sure…So glad Sholto, our boss, came up with this idea of having people share their monsoon experiences on the blog…
My monsoon memories, like those of everyone, date back to my childhood. It’s a totally different landscape, not that of Kerala. I remember standing in the verandah of our house in Car Nicobar, in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands and see the rain coming in, from the sea. From the same verandah, facing the sea, I, my sister and our friends would look at ships coming in, to anchor at the small port there… The house and the verandah, alas, no longer exist; the Tsunami simply washed the house away; my mother was spared as she had the presence of mind to run away before the devastating wave hit the second time taking away that house where I spent my childhood and many people whom I had known personally…
Well, coming to childhood memories of the monsoon… there are vivid memories of the monsoon showers as we travel back to Chennai after the summer vacations, to catch the ship from there to Car Nicobar. The metre gauge train that would move slowly among the hillocks in the Kollam district, the hanging bridge at Punalur, the small stations with the vendors selling vada and tea, the lush green forests of Thenmala drenched in the rain, the grapes that we’d eat on the train (once a box fell on me as I was eating grapes and I stopped eating grapes for a long time), the smell of rain that would give way to the scorching heat of Chennai (then Madras) the next day- all this form part of those memories.
I can also not forget the instances of rain lashing against the ship that would take us to the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Out there in the open sea, with no land at sight anywhere, the rain seemed so awesome and sometimes like a thing ‘endued with sense’. I also remember those nights on board a ship, when we’d be sleeping on the deck and the rain comes all of a sudden; we’d take our bed sheets and all and move indoors, seeking refuge below the stairs or by the side of a passage. Well that happened mostly when we travel inter-island there, in smaller ships in which we may not always get cabin accommodation and where there was this ‘deck class’ ticket, using which you could spend your time sitting and sleeping on the hatch or the deck.
There’s another thing that I’d like to mention about the rains. A very different kind of experience that is, a rather startling one. I was there to interview eminent journalist and television personality T.N. Gopakumar who has been anchoring a long-running television show Kannadi; he reads letters in the show sent in by people from all over. Among the letters that he showed me was one that requested him to show the rain on television, as the person who had sent in the letter had been in the Gulf for long and hadn’t seen the rain.
I really really love the rains. Say ‘Monsoon’ and you can hear me start singing “Lagi Aaj saawan ki phir woh jhadi hai…” – a Hindi film song that I keep singing whenever I see the rains; sort of a programmed thing for me. (I know the rains during the saawan season is not at all like the Kerala monsoon rains, yet I sing that song always). But beware; I am a bad singer, a really bad singer… So better not listen to me; just keep your ears ready for the music of the rains.
‘Stanley Ka Dabba’ in Kerala…
Published June 14, 2011 | Sharaz, our php programmer, is one of those guys with whom I like going for movies. The most important reason being that he sees movies sans presumptions and is tolerant enough to like almost all kinds of films.
Yesterday he and I went for a movie, ‘Stanley Ka Dabba’, which I bet many of our colleagues here at Karmakerala wouldn’t even have heard of. The film is directed by Amol Gupte, who has put in a good performance in the recently-released Malayalam film ‘Urumi’ too. Amol Gupte is not a popular Bollywood actor, but he is an actor worth reckoning. He was the Creative Director for Aamir Khan’s ‘Taare Zameen Par’ and had given a notable performance in ‘Kaminey’. So now, it was time for us to relish Amol Gupte’s directorial venture.
We had Dosa and Omelette at MK Bakers, guys who keep us going at Karmakerala by bringing us tea and snacks on sleepy afternoons (Hope our bosses are not reading this!) (an it was drizzling as Sharaz rode us to the Oberon Cinemax Multiplex. We were on time; got in and seated just as the titles were coming to an end.
What followed for the next two hours was magic, magic on screen. It is the story of a boy called Stanley (played by Amol’s son Partho) who comes to school daily without his ‘Dabba’ (lunch box). There are some other characters who seemed to be taken right out of life and planted there, on the screen. Most notable one among these is the Hindi teacher, Babubhai Verma (played by Amol Gupte himself), a guy who is crazy after food and always goes after students to share their meals. There is also the Science teacher Mrs.Iyer (Divya Jagdale) and the English teacher Ms. Rosy (Divya Dutta) who stand out. The story, simple and straight, moves on to a climax that I won’t like to speak about here; if at all you are rendered curious, go and watch the movie and find out. We need to watch and encourage such movies.
The movie reminded me, to a great extent, of New Wave Iranian movies, those by Mohsen Makhmalbaf, Abbas Kiarostami, Majid Majidi etc. I was wondering yesterday why such movies were not happening here in Kerala; but then I remembered having seen one such movie last year in Malayalam- ‘T.D.Dasan Std VI B’, a film that reminded me of those simple, straight-from-the-heart Iranian movies. But when these films get released, people just turn their backs on them. Hey, striking indeed, that even those who circulate pirated cds of movies here in Kerala (they are very much there, in Kerala, pirated cds of the latest movies, contributing greatly to dealing deadly blows to the film industry) turn their backs on such movies. We still go after the usual star oriented, predictable and mostly mundane kind of film that cinema elsewhere seem to be growing out of. There are so many innovatively different movies coming up in Hindi and Tamil; Sharaz and I were thrilled on seeing ‘Chalo Dilli’ (Hindi) and liked ‘Vaanam’ (Tamil). Hope things will change for Malayalam Cinema too; there are some signs of this happening here too. Let’s hope for the best…
Two things that I’d like to add as sort of post-script here…
This is what Sharaz had to say after seeing the movie- “I had always wanted to do something in films. But my thoughts were always high-flying, like making a movie with all kinds of special effects, something like ‘Matrix’ or something that would leave people spellbound. I’d think of the kind of films that Shah Rukh Khan, my favourite star, does. But ‘Stanley Ka Dabba’ is the kind of film that never featured in my imaginations. The film made me realise that we need not think big and go for big things to make movies; we can take things from our lives, from our experiences and make wonderfully different movies. I have come to realise that even small, ordinary things from day-to-day life can contribute towards making films that are really ‘big’. I was able to identify with Stanley and what all was happening there, in the school. I was touched by the message the film conveys in the end. I also have come to understand that if creative artists strive to narrate personal experiences in their personal style, it would be the best of things that can happen to art and cinema”.
- Our boss Sholto was narrating a story, an interesting story yesterday. He’d love to see it made into a cinema. He was commenting that Indian Cinema is still centered around the stars, the likes of Shah Rukh Khan and Mammootty and Mohanlal. Well I do agree to that; but at the same time, I am happy that films like ‘Stanley Ka Dabba‘ are happening… Great indeed!
Salim wins, Dileep comments, Ranjith laments…So, who’s the winner?
Published May 24, 2011 | Awards don’t interest me nowadays. To be honest, I haven’t gone through the list of the National Film Award winners this time, I didn’t feel inclined to. But the fact that Salim Kumar got the National Award for the best actor did impress me. I have always seen him as a sensible actor, someone who could rise above crass comedy and deliver intelligent, sensible humour and also do serious acting, as he had earlier done in ‘Achanurangatha Veedu‘ and ‘Perumazhakaalam‘. Of course there are controversies shrouding this year’s National Awards, as usual. There’s Dileep saying the awards came seeking Malayalam Cinema only since there were no Malayalees in the Jury. I don’t know whether he made that comment in earnest or just in jest. There’s Ranjith being unhappy that he and his ‘Pranchiyettan and the Saint’, a very intelligent and thoroughly enjoyable satire, were neglected at the National Awards. There’s Salim Kumar lashing out against Ranjith. Much more is likely to come, as always.
A friend of mine, who is an internationally acclaimed director as well, was telling me yesterday that it’s good that people like Salim Kumar and Salim Ahmed (the director of ‘Adaminte Makan Abu’) are getting awards. He was saying that those who have been winning awards should in fact be kept out. I pointed out that it doesn’t make sense as the criterion for giving awards is always based on performance and has to be that. I know what he said is right, people who are internationally and nationally acclaimed and who win awards all the time don’t need awards. They are above and beyond awards. But still, how can you not give a good actor an award on the grounds that he has won it many times already, especially if his performance is good. If you were him, won’t you feel bad if you were denied an award simply on such grounds? But what my friend said, isn’t that right too? So, what’s to be done? Consensus solution needed.
As for me, I don’t care about awards, simply because I am not a director or an actor. I am just a lover of movies. I like seeing the movies that make me feel good, that enrich me and entertain me and enlighten me. Now, don’t ask me what kind of movies, the mainstream ones or the arty ones, are the real good ones. To be honest, I won’t want to comment. My boss Sholto would then post a comment asking me about ‘The Bicycle Thieves’, which I know is a gem of a movie, one that makes you look at the medium of cinema with awe. My friends would call me ‘insensible’ as I haven’t yet seen ‘Pazhassi Raja’ or ‘Avatar’ or ‘Anaconda’.I just want to keep watching movies, all kinds of movies. As for awards and award related controversies, let it all go on…such things fuel film-making maybe.
Long Live films and film-making!!
Four reasons to visit Fort Kochi: Friends, fish, fun and foreign country feel
Published March 15, 2011 | How we spent a rather lazy evening and some money at Fort Kochi…
It was a rather dull and dreary evening last week. Sharaz and Sooraj our php programmers at Karmakerala, Vinish our designer and I made a quick plan, to go to Fort Kochi.
Sharaz has his roots there; he had spent his childhood there and has had his schooling there. So we thought we’d spend a lazy evening there, by the backwaters or at the beach.
It was a half an hour ride to Fort Kochi, on our bikes. We had no plan, no agenda for the trip.
All through the way I kept bugging Sharaz to stop to have a cup of tea, from some Thattukada, for these wayside eateries always caught my fancy. The tea that they’d brew, given in glasses than in use-and-throw plastic cups, always appealed to me. But my plans to have a cup of tea didn’t materialize.
On the way, at least at a couple of places, we were asked to stop by ‘vigilant’ cops, who wanted us to breathe into their breath analysers, to make sure we are not drunk.
At last, we reached there. It was almost dark.
As soon as we alighted and parked our motorcycles, my thought, as usual was about having a cup of tea. God seemed to have answered my wish; there comes a guy selling tea from his cycle. I inquired if it was the tea-bag one, which I usually won’t like. He nodded in the affirmative; but there was no other go. We looked all around, no tea-shop. We decided to be his customers. But for the first time, I liked the taste of tea made with tea-bags. In fact, such tea supplied on the trains had made me a sworn enemy of tea-bags.
I did say it aloud that the tea was good. As we finished drinking tea, the vendor showed us a bag tied to the back of his cycle and asked us to put the cups there so that it’s not strewn around. Sharaz and Vinish were impressed with the civic-sense that the guy displayed.
“Hope people do this everywhere”
… exclaimed Sooraj. We moved ahead. There were some attempts to take some photographs, but things didn’t go well. Sharaz meanwhile explained that there are shops from where we could buy fish, which they would cook for us on the spot. I suggested trying it out if it was OK with others. Everyone seemed to agree. Vinish, who had given up eating meat and fish since a few years, didn’t have an opinion, though he enjoyed it all.
We went to the nearby shop. There were fishes of all sizes and with names that were rather unfamiliar to Sooraj (who hails from Kasargode) and me (I hail from Thiruvananthapuram district). Sharaz was for us the ‘expert’. We made a choice after ascertaining the prices.
It was a fish that weighted around 1.2 kilogrammes.
A young chap, representing a wayside restaurant, had already approached us, saying that they’d get it prepared for us. We asked him the rates; he said Rs.120 per Kg for getting it fried. So the fish we bought cost us Rs. 210 and another 120 would have to be shelled out for getting it cooked. The young chap assured us that it will take 15 to 20 minutes. We moved ahead, following the young fellow. He led us, to a wayside restaurant. We had plans to buy some rice or chapathis and some vegetarian dish for Vinish. Sharaz told us that it could be a bit more expensive.
The wayside eatery, which was situated among some such other eateries, seemed good for spending an evening. We handed over the fish and got seated.
And then began the wait, which seemed to go on and on. The guy who had led us to the shop has vanished, the others who were there- to serve, to cook etc. – seemed to be bent on making us wait. All that we had to depend on to pass time was our conversation, which of course was always one of our favourite pastimes and the menu-cards, which simply shocked us beyond all imagination. Vegetable dishes, available at costs varying from 25 rupees to 50 or 60 have their prices starting at Rs.200. A plate of beef-fry, which would cost around 50 rupees at a hotel in Ernakulam, would cost us Rs. 300. We could see no justification, except that the tourists who visit Fort Kochi would have no other go but to buy food at this price.
We were concerned that there were no local bodies or government agencies to make sure these hotel people don’t fleece local day trippers like us.
We too were rendered hapless and helpless. Kochi’s own mosquitoes were buzzing, the enthusiasm to talk was yielding to hunger and our desire to have some ‘fresh’ fish and food and it was getting a bit late too. After an hour’s wait, we were told that we’d get it in five minutes. The fish came; we had ordered two plates of rice and some chapathis. Vinish was against the idea of spending Rs. 200 for a vegetable dish which we usually have at Rs. 40 or 50. We knew he was right.
So, it was ‘Get, set go!’. The wait seemed fruitful, the fish was tasty. We had our fill, relishing the taste of the fish along with the rice. Though there were delays in between in serving the food, the bill was delivered, in true ‘Kerala style’, with no delay at all. We shelled out the money and walked out of the eatery.
The walk back to where we had parked our motorbikes was rather pleasant. The streets gave us the feel that we were somewhere far away from Kerala. Sharaz wanted us to take a snap of his against a big, colonial styled bungalow saying, he’d publish the photograph with the caption…
“When I’m sad, I go to Europe”
We took the snaps. Then there was a Benz parked nearby and Vinish wanted to be photographed with it.
And then, it was the ride back. Sharaz showed us his ancestral house, invited us to pay a visit to his grandma. But we were late and put that off for some other day. Then he showed us the school where he, his father and grandfather had studied. We made fun of him, saying,
“So, this is a school that’s historically important”.
He smiled his usual friendly smile and then we set off, on our trip back.
Though the prices were a bit too high and something had to be done from the side of the authorities, we felt, we decided that we have to visit the place once again, without much delay and maybe with more of our friends.
As I am typing out this piece, we do have plans to pay a visit to Fort Kochi again, today or tomorrow…Hope it works out…