Kodi chroma

Colours and Kodi are inseparable. A spectrum of green, gorgeous maroons, pulsating pinks, resplendent oranges, alluring violets and the oceanic blue skies. If this 360 degree kaleidoscope were filtered down into the tiniest, delicate form it would be a flower. The kind you could gape at for hours, trying to catch your own distorted reflection in the dew drops, trying to take a deep breath, trying to jump into those petals like a minute bug thirsting for nectar. Ladies and gents may I present the flora of Kodi.

Over the hills and far away

As dawn breaks over the Vattakanal valley, 7 kms away from Kodai, I looked back on a week of spending a lot of time with myself, out of myself, out of my mind, in utero, dying, being born and living. I traversed the waves of the styx and the vagaries of reality. I was nurtured by nature, caressed by the cool cool breeze and driven to the kind of tears only one place has a right to inflict.

I will be back but for now, so long and thanks for all the bread omlettes.


Kodi all this week on Higher Being. Keep it locked.

En Conclusion

Sanity is grossly overrated

va va voom

The term "French Kiss" conjures up images of romance, Meg Ryan and vineyards. It definitely does not include a chic-hot-haute-punk rock-chick flaying her arms and singing in black leather, guitar strung and strummed with a careless tease. Mademoiselle K dropped that French allure the moment she strode on stage with the swagger of Iggy Pop. As the staccato crunchy riffing of the White Stripes gamboled with the punk revival of the Arctic Monkeys all amplified through some Radiohead, the evening was sprung with surprises. As the headbob evolved into a headbang, we were as far away from the title of the show (remember French Kiss?) as the Sex Pistols are from Boyzone.



Line up
Katerine Gierak - Vocals and Guitars
Pierre-Antoine Combard - Guitars
Pierre Louis Basset - Bass and backing vocals
David Boutherre - Drums and backing vocals

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DEATH FOR DUMMIES

A ready reckoner for all those who managed to turn a 48 hour nightmare into a 48 hour hell from an expert (unfortunately) on the matter.

If you aren't the closest to the deceased

1. Stay calm. Rushing around like headless chickens doesn't acheive anything
2. Help. Don't just slink away at the first sign of having to get your hands dirty.
3. If you do help, think things through. Don't offer inane suggestions at importune times.
4. Don't stand and gape at those who are grieving or getting things done. If you're just around to show your face then kindly f*** off.
5. Even worse, don't mumble platitudes to the wife or daughter. Things like "You must be strong" or "We can't delay anymore, take a decision on the ventilator, we must shift the body to the morgue" or "Being this way isn't going to bring him back." Instead shut up and hold the distraught person tight and listen to everything they have to say without reacting. They obviously aren't in any state to be rational. Understand that.
6. Don't dump everything on the one or two people who are getting things done. Ease their load.
7. Don't ask the grieving, "So how did it happen?" One of the most painful things is reliving the worst moments of your life just after they have happened.
8. Don't pretend everything is hunky dory and attempt to joke the nearest and dearest out of their grief. There are many times humour works miracles. Not here.
9. Don't complain about your worldspace receiver not working while one is trying to break the news of the ventilator being disconnected to the daughter.
10. And finally, stay calm. This one is the most important.

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