Tomichan Matheikal's blog

Dehradun Railway Station Age has not withered my willingness for learning new lessons in life. That was the real reason why I agreed to take two of my students for a debate competition to a school in Dehradun. It was my first trip to the place whose railway station reminds us of the colonial days. The British building does not seem to have undergone much change, except that a new wing was added later for reservation of tickets. When we landed there at 5.40 in the morning (very punctually by the timing printed on the ticket!), the railway station looked sleepy and deserted. I attributed it to the time – too early for a small town to wake up. I wondered, though, how the capital of a state in India could afford to be as sleepy as that when the sun had already started smiling gently. When we returned to the railway station at 3 in the afternoon, after our competition, the railway station did not look much busier. It was then I noticed the metre gauge train that was ticking on pla

Posters play a lot of role in Kerala's politics. The Keralites love to put up their opinions in the public view and they will put up posters anywhere and everywhere. This is a poster that appeared on the wall of the bus waiting shed which was donated by my father and which land now belongs to me. The poster an many others like this belong to a party which I don't like at all.  And yet can I do anything? That's how politics works, especially in Kerala.  They will kill you if you protest.  Quotation gangs, they call it. Goons on hire, in other words, who will kill you if you question them.

The last time I visited there was only the bakra Now there are both - bakra and bakri That's life [Bakra and bakri are part of my private life.  I'm just publicising it :)]