“Who am I?” This is the question I’ve been asking myself for my entire life. And this blog is one of those many experiments to find an answer to it.
I’m an Indian by birth and breath, hailing from its southern most state, The God’s Own Country Kerala, born in to an archetypal Malabari Muslim joint family of Calicut. Residing in a village not far from the city, I’ve spent my childhood playing in muddy fields as well as in front of PC games. I’ve played all those ‘Hide-n-Seek’, ‘Ice-n-Water’, ‘Fairy-n-Prisoners’ to ‘Super Mario’, ‘Prince’, ‘Dev’, GTA, etc. I’m a big foodie like any other typical kozhikoden, but a disaster when it comes to cooking.
Literally a bookworm, who’d sit in a corner and dive into own world even in the middle of a chaos. Having been to state syllabus Malayalam medium schools except for kindergarten, my English wasn’t really good. At first, I used to read only Malayalam short stories, novels and some translated non-Malayalam novels. I so much wanted to read English novels because the translations I’d read always seemed kind of incomplete. In High School, I started reading English, small and simple books like Oliver Twist, Harry Potter, etc at first, and moving on to bigger books like Love in the Times of Cholera. My parents and siblings were also very passionate readers, hence a big chunk of my dad’s earnings were spent at book-fairs.
Even then, we weren’t the complete-indoor-type. The elders never let us to be so. Being a joint family we had enough ‘partners in crime’ as cousins. We had unlimited freedom to try anything. Like exploring places on our bicycle, climbing trees, playing in the muddy water during heavy raining monsoon, swimming, etc… My childhood was very much enjoyed.
I spend a lot of time fangirling over the characters from the books I read, a diehard potterhead with a sherlocked soul, still hope some wardrobe will lead me to Narnia.
I pretty much botched up my college life, but I still don’t regret it because of some priceless friends I got, and some life lessons I learnt.
Now, sitting in front of my laptop thinking about the good old times, I regret growing up. Everything was so easy back then. Nothing to worry about. Now the time has come to do something different. Creative. Interesting… I’m in search for that something that would give me back the joy of living. Sitting at home, graduated, apparently unemployed and ‘single’, I’m on my new experiment of finding myself. Here, I scribble down what I see through my glasses. That is,
Scribbled. Through my Lorgnette…