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Rain in Trivandrum

April 30, 2008
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Citrus leaves drenched in the rain.

Rain cascades down the chute off the tiled roof over my house.

The monsoon in India sets in over Trivandrum which lies at the southern tip of the sub-continent around the first week of June. This has something to do with the complex weather engine that works over Africa. There is much that is not yet known about how it all works. But the rain comes every year at round the same time. If the rain were to arrive early farmers will lose their crops. If it comes late they will lose too.

This is how the rain came last year from the eastern horizon around three in the afternoon.

The air is still warm from the long summer days. These will come to a watery end as these grey clouds break over the hot earth. For three months it goes on. All the farmers in this country know they can do nothing but pray for the rains. Even the meteorologists know little except the approximate dates. When I wrote “complex weather engine that works over Africa” I really meant something like the butterfly effect. A billion different things all add up to produce the Indian monsoon. And nobody knows all the math. Yet.

Everything natural and man-made receives the fluid bounty.


Things change…

April 10, 2008
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People change and as they change so they change their living spaces. So cities change. Spaces inside cities become large and hence more anonymous. A city changes shape like a person changing clothes. Every once in a while the city sits up and sees how worn out and ill-fitting its streets, buildings and things have become. The city then shrugs off the old clothes and puts on new ones. Sometimes the change is for the better. Sometimes not. Trivandrum is right now going through a change of clothes. She is unrecognisable in certain ways because of her new adornments.

Like this apartment belonging to my friend’s sister. In the photograph we are looking down into the atrium from the 13th floor. That’s Tony there across the cavernous shaft. He looks so tiny and forlorn. This place could easily pass for a hotel or a hospital or a prison. So much for the warmth of a human dwelling. This is not the scale that a human should be subjected to. Looks like something from the third reich.

Of course there is pressure on land. Everyone wants something like this.


April 10, 2008
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The old key in the header photograph unlocks many memories. It opened an old style lock which is no longer in use. Houses in Trivandrum nowadays are apartments in high rise buildings. The swankiest of them boast biometric idents, god knows what else.

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