Mr. Menon Writes

The boys are getting married. So am I. The year started off with Sagar's wedding in January. Konman is getting married day after tomorrow. Mine's on Aug 20th and Gautham's is on Jan 24th 2027.  Our bachelorhood started somewhere around 2017-18. Now 8-9 years later, we can finally fill forms differently.  I don't mean the energy of this write up to be "Every boy fantasizes about his fairy tale wedding". But, apologies if it comes across like that. I used to have this weird feeling about married life when I was a teen. Might be such a cliche thing to say; given my teen brain was as magnificently dumb as anyone else's if not more.. I wasn't quite able to understand the mentality. How people accepted to dial down their lives and let themselves be domesticated like that. Somewhere down my late 20s, I met and befriended a lot of married people. Also what I made of my married friends like Apita and James, Vivi and Junjulan, or Ithaf and Firozka, Kon-Anakha an...

My history with Bangalore had been very nice. Until I moved there, that is. I used to visit my friend who lives in Kadugodi. We go out walking around malls, pubs, restaurants and cafes - he always tells me how Bangalore is a city that lacks history ; unlike his beloved Bombay where he lived for 1 year. Over 90mls of OldMonk, he relives his suburb commutes from Thane to Airoli, eating cheap and tasty vadapavs, rainy nights near marine drives. I'd been to Mumbai once- when he was there; I went for a wedding and I explored the city with him. No, too exaggerated - I visited the Gateway of India, saw that railway station from RaOne. What else, that's it. I think I had a Pav Bhaji. Had a good time, but the city is as unfamiliar to me as when I studied stuff about it in 6th Std Social Studies or when I saw The Company or Kakkakuyil . Rode my RE 350 to Bangalore from Thrissur on the 29th of March. Left work at 03:30 and reached Salem around 9PM. Ordered in from Burger king and watched...