"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

The Exuberance Of Youth

On travelling back to Cochin, the enthusiasm and vigour of youth almost overwhelmed my senses for a few moments.

An Ambassador overtook us.
The young driver gleefully hooted, and his passengers cheered, as they fearlessly swept past us.
Their car was fully decked up and garlanded.

I asked young Anu, and Aneesh our driver,  what was the celebration:
They were on their way to the Sabarimala.

The car happened to stop a kilometre or so after overtaking us.
Garlands were excitedly tidied up.
And the team were keen to pose:

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4 responses

  1. Where I grew up (New orleans), the car would not have been considered unusual. A kind of early Mardi Gras float. And perhaps a different kind of pilgrimage.

    January 6, 2012 at 9:08 am

    • I begin to wonder if that New Orleans childhood opened you to a certain exuberance of the senses. “You can take the boy out of New Orleans, but you can’t take New Orleans out of the boy..

      January 6, 2012 at 9:32 am

  2. Toffeeapple

    I saw a car yesterday with fluttering eyelashes around the headlamps but your Ambassador knocks spots off that! I wonder how the driver managed to see out of the windscreen?

    January 6, 2012 at 11:43 pm

    • I wondered myself! It also crossed my mind that limited vision might have occasioned the pit-stop..

      January 7, 2012 at 7:18 am

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