*The drunkards conversation*
Friend: Do you believe in God?

Me: I believe what I see & feel, and I don’t feel god; if there’s any such thing then he is just busy filing some stupid paperwork to judge who hits the road to heaven & who’s forced to retire at hell.

Drunken Friend: Blah blah blah… but you can’t see or feel oxygen yet you breath….blah blah blah

Me: Well if that’s the case then I believe in batman more than I believe in god.

Such conversation happen very frequently, especially when you’re an atheist. I’ve my reasons which they can’t comprehend and I won’t ever explain. They call me lost, fair enough but sheep [Meh meh meh]; get your buttoned eyes check fucktards. I took this road, had fun, never needed a manuscript to decide between the good & bad; been lost on this motherfucker ever since…

*Enters sobriety*

Hindi mythology believes that Kerala is God’s own creation, hence the phrase ‘God’s own country’ drew attention right from late 90’s. I can’t possibly rebel against this as I travel from bike-rickshaw-bus-trains, and noting mostly on foot how temples, churches, mosques and other religious institution go on quietly serving the same purpose. Although I confess that I’m partially annoyed how some dumbasses dress in their sunday best, but then again the way billions of wishers unite here so peacefully and effectively I assume something must be right.

After missing a train which cost me 4 busses & a severe headache to reach Kochi, I landed on the largest shopping complex in India, LULU. If you LOfuckingLed after hearing the name then as a gentle reminder I must confess that you ain’t the only one. For me this holy archaeological sites of shopping mall are just an illusion when certain people from outside are barred; every shopping mall should give a free polythene with a message “THANK YOU FOR BEING A FOOL” instead of you know what…After qualifying to go on the 3rd floor where I saw some portraits of Razi Rozario ~

Blessed are those who can understand the art. {PS: Leave your comments of what you’ve perceived from the paintings I loved}

Moving on to Jawaharlal Nehru Cricket Stadium, Cochin Shipyard &amp finally arriving to Chinese Fishing Nets on 23-kms rickshaw ride, where in between there too were many breathtaking sceneries. Personally think Kerala minus the heat is a paradise for poets, travellers and artists of any kind..

*3 hrs, 2 rickshaws & 1 train later*
Somewhere in the village Kullukallur where I staggered during the night I wrote this (Pardon me for bad grammar & being unable to describe all things)
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