God's Own Country
Kerala. Cruising the backwaters. This is something I definitely want to do sometime soon, potentially in '07.
Everytime I think about Kerala, what immediately comes to mind is the sequence in Roja (Chinna Chinna Aasai/Dil Hai Chota Sa) with the fisherman and A R Rahman's distant incoherent vocals.
Incredible India/Visa have this awesome all-inclusive deal for 10 nights in Kerala, and it is as tempting as hot idlis soaked in sambar for breakfast right now. (That's the South Indian in me talking. His name's Venkateshwaran, and Immigration doesn't like him either).
In other news, song of the day - "Woke Up This Morning" by Leonard Cohen (Theme from "The Sopranos").
PUCT of the Day: The world's smallest independent state is the Vatican City, with a population of about 1,000 - and a zero birthrate.
- Man, talk about celebrated celibacy. Vatican City scares me. I feel that one day, they're all going to say, "we've had it", pop the hood and start going at it like bunnies on the streets. An orgy of cloaked monks and nuns all over the place. Sounds like a cross between a Benetton ad and a Quentin Tarantino movie.
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