Me back! You back?...Me crazy, as usual:)

Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Oh –My- God!!! Is it really more than a week since I last posted? Shameful! Disgraceful! Oh my God! (Yeah, for an agnostic, I am pretty possessive about my God!)(Oops, too many sentences with exclamation mark!…oops, did it again)

Actually, the reasons for this are many and it might be pretty torturous experience reading through all the reasons. But I will put you through it anyway. As a book I am reading these days puts it, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” So, I will, in fact, be doing you guys a favor. You’re welcome.

So here are the reasons I did not post these past few days:

1.I help out in our family business. (No, that is not a reason, I am just starting at the start, be patient!) This week the phone was ringing off the hook because we had places few ads. So a lot of my time was spent answering questions like (these are all real questions, mind you!)-

a.Caller:You are giving a free book, why are you giving a free book? Why don’t you want money? Is it really free, or are you just saying this?
b.Caller((a person from North East India):I am in Kerala now, how far is Kochi from here?
c.Caller: Have you sent the books?
Me: Yes.
Caller: How did you send it?
Me: By registered post.
Caller: How many days does it take to reach “xyz” (some unknown part of the world)?
Me: Usually 7-10 days.
Caller: Can’t you make it faster?
(This after the books have been sent, I think he expected me to steal the parcel from the post office and then rush into my private jet to deliver the books to him personally.)
d.Caller: Amma @@##$%^*(Some gibberish in some language I did not understand, I don’t think they were swear words…I hope not)
Me: Beg you pardon?
Caller: Amma @@##$%^*
Me: Hello, can you speak English?
Caller: Entha ooru? (Literally: Which place?, in Tamil )
Me: Kerala- Kochi.
Caller: (In English) Keep phone.
e.Caller: I have no friends, I want learn English language. You talk me everyday. I friend you daily and talk phone. Ok?
Me: Sorry, I can’t speak to you on phone daily. I have to work.
Caller: When work over? I am decent man. Don’t take wrong, ok?
Me: I am sorry, that is not possible (Hang up.)
f.Caller:Hello, is it Reader’s Digest? (Because one of the ads appeared in RD!!)
And this goes on and on and on.

2.Another related problem is that I get these wonderful emails:

a.Some that give addresses like- Ravinder Singh,
Amritsar,
Punjab.
And when I write in to them asking for their complete address, they try to convince me that this address is sufficient!
b.Or say stuff like- I had read your ad in 1978. I have always read your ads. Can you give me a discount? (Yeah, that is some kind of loyalty that DESERVES discounts!)
c.I had got a discount offer from you, the last date was June 2,1999. I want that same discount now, because I did not use it then. (Totally his birth right)
So as you can imagine, I am pretty much at my wit’s end (which is not to far from the beginning, given that I do not have a wit to begin with!) but it does not end here.

3.I had a room in the office all to myself (Ah! Those days!). But now because of space constrains with new staff coming in and other issues, 5 people have shifted to my room. They do not talk loudly, they do not disturb me… but there is this constant buzz behind me which DOES NOT HELP writing. (Also I cannot waste my time on blogs when they are here, because this is our business and if we don’t appear sincere, what can we expect from the rest?)

4.My husband and mom (my MIL) love each other, but they tend to express this affection by shouting at each other at the drop the hat. They scream at each other and you really feel tempted to move away all sharp and harmful objects, lest they stab each other. It is sort of ok when they do it at home- only I have to witness it (they dare not scream that way in front of Dad) but when they do it in office, it can get a leeeeetle embarrassing, so I try to distract the staff with inane jokes. They’re neither funny, nor original and the staff has to bear the double torture of putting up with the fight and my jokes! So, this is a habit I am trying to get out of. But again, when they shout, writing is impossible.

5.I admit. All the other excuses, are just excuses, nothing concrete. I was busy and rest of the time I was just plain lazy. But I really could not get myself to do anything I loved- I didn’t go for walks, blog or even eat junk! So, it was sort of a sabbatical from all that I loved and NOW I AM BACK!(You are supposed to rejoice, not feel scared!)

So “Hi again! Wassup??”

Trekking days and fun memories...(not a funny post, but you know me, couldn't resist...)

Kochi is getting hot again...no rains for two days. Guess, this is really affecting my mood. So, to cheer myself up I thought I would write in:)
Actually I was asking Upair to take me out the other day. And he told me that there are no places to see in Kochi...yeah, right ! All those tourists who come here, might be here just because of the fame Ida and Upair bring to this city, 'coz there is nothing else to see!
So, I went and searched the net and gave him a list of places that are there in and around Kochi... and his reaction:? Well, these places are just over-hyped...
But at least we did go to Athirampally, so I'll quit complaining, for the time being...
I really used have a fun time when I was doing my post graduation in Pune. We would have classes from 9 to 9 and have every Thursday off and on Thursdays we had to do compulsory NGO work.... so wondering what could be so great about such a life, eh?
Actually so am I...stupid me...that was not the part of my life that I wanted to write about...what was great was that our class as a whole would go off on these treks:
Panchgani: We had gone there for a "Moral Re-armament Camp"...not that there was anything wrong with us morally (wink, wink)(winking some more in case you thought that the previous winks meant that we were morally all perfect) . We had the most wonderful time…we had to get up at five everyday…in the cold, rainy season, which is not so great. But misery loves company and since all of us were getting up, it was a pleasure. We explored the area, meditated, spent time with ourselves, wrote diaries and of course, because thekochiblogger is writing this, you have to expect this, gorged down amazingly tasty food…ah! Heaven!

Lonavala: We’d been trekking there and when we went there it rained, rained and rained some more. So, all I really remember is lots of fog, water and vada-paav and hot tea. Everything else is as slushy as the ground must have been….But I do remember the joy it brought(yes, vada-paav, of course, but not only that, c’mon, gimme some credit, I really loved the feel the exercise brought too! Nowadays whenever I feel like exercising, I just recollect the amount of effort I put in there…I think that was enough for a life-time: )) and feel 21 again!

Khandala: With all the hype “Aati kya Khandala”(Hindi movie song, starring Aamir Khan and Rani Mukherjee and those who don’t know this song will not understand the hype, so what is the point explaining it to you, anyway?) gave it, you would have expected me to go there…but I didn’t. We just stopped there on our way to some place…those days we used to go trekking to so many places that I forget exactly where we were going, but we did have hot chocolate fudge in Khandala and that is a memory worth treasuring.
Singhagad(not sure about the spelling…): The most imposing fort ever…truly, it was breathtaking. We had this looooooong climb up and kept cribbing all the way but when we reached up and looked down…wow! The astounding view was more than enough to make any effort worth it.

Hanuman Tekdi(again, spelling, uncertain-oops): Not to be confused with Thekkady in Kerala, which though beautiful, is nowhere near Pune, so why would anyone ever confuse it?…but that is how thekochiblogger operates…I see to it that you have a complete, confusion-free description of everything…ok, you can thank me later…ok, you can thank me now, if you so insist….but let me come back to Hanuman Tekdi which is this smaaal hill near Pune…it was our way to get out of the city, fast. Whenever we had a free hour, we would head that way…. the sight, must be seen to be believed…

Ah, those were the only times when life allowed me to trek…Miss the Maharashtra hills (or mountains…or whatever those elevated places are called…) Somewhere in these places I tasted strawberries and cream for the first time, had the hugest bread sandwich ever…I have felt closest to death and closest to life while trekking these hills…and if that is not Nirvana, Nirvana might not be all that great.

Actually stuff I wrote, as I did not want to work, read it only if you don't have any work...

Been reading and re-dreading without a single word ACTUALLY entering my brain. The topic? Horse grams! It is for my website: http://www.vegetablebuzz.com. You may click the link at your own risk, ‘coz this website is boring. Unless, you are really passionate about vegetable, gardening, cooking…the works. There, you have it, a disclaimer.


I have a friend, you know, a real good friend, the sort who can insult you and still be your friend? Well, she is that sort and she told me she tried going through my website and “Kitna boring hai bhai!” (A rhetoric in hindi “How boring is it?”…the bhai part is brother, but as she is not my brother and I am not her brother, that adds no meaning to it…except maybe serving as an equivalent for “dude”…but we are not here to learn Hindi grammar, are we? Let’s move on already…)
After getting this amazing compliment I have stopped directing anyone else to my website(Except you guys, but it did come with a disclaimer, so don’t complain…please, I don’t think my little heart can tolerate any more insults) I will just secretly add material to it and when one day it becomes THE WEBSITE. The website that is the last word on vegetables and I am declared the undisputable veggie queen, we’ll see who has the last laugh…grrr….seriously, I don’t see that happening- EVER. When I use up the time allotted for the website to write into my blog, there is only one future I can see for it- and that ain’t too bright.
But I promise myself I will go back to it and write the most fun articles in the history of vegetabledom…but first, lemme take a break to refresh my brain…
Went to Coimby yesterday… “What, again?” you ask. True, I should not torture my poor parents this often with my company…but my sis is pregnant and my MIL had to go “see” her, you know, “see” as in take kilos of sweets and snacks for her. Lucky neighbours! ‘Coz try as I might, I cannot imagine my sis eating all the stuff and even if my entire family put heart and soul into it, they would not be able to finish it all…so who benefits? The Neighbours. Besides I don’t think my sis will have vacancy for even a tiny food morsel after all the food my mom has been stuffing her with!

Being a pregnant lady in India is not easy, I will tell you that – after having seen my two sisters and a sister-in-law go through the torture of motherhood (shhhh…please don’t tell my MIL, my mom won’t mind, she knows I am deranged and doesn’t take anything I say seriously. MIL has not yet discovered this…I hope…) I am sort of a second-hand expert. First they are made to eat everything that they hate- from ghee, to sweets, to milk, to eggs(proteins, proteins and more proteins)…of course with all the proteins come fats, but moms are blind to this and continue forcing their daughters. And if that is not enough, they also eat everything they crave- because a pregnant lady’s cravings should not be ignored, plus they have to eat all the stuff that anybody who was ever pregnant and delivered a normal baby suggests. And this is just the tip of the iceberg…
But kidding apart, I am sure Indian women who are pregnant get the best treatment ever, they are treated like queens…but I guess when you are pregnant you are just too frustrated to notice…it is only after delivery, when sleepless nights take over and she turns into a veritable milk van, and the hubby suddenly becomes rude again that she actually looks upon her pregnant days as “those glorious days”.
So, the point I am trying to make is that, I have only experienced pregnancy second-hand and don’t know jack-shit about anything, so if I write this there is no reason that this is how things are…and since you wasted your time reading through this blog and could not come out with anything of value here’s a huge hug (((((HUGS)))))…
I am now crossing my fingers, hoping that I have something better to write tomorrow and that you’ll come back again- with all the hug bribe and all- and are not TOTALLY put off by the crap I wrote today.
Thanks: )

From Jayalakshmi..all the way to heaven, Ida gives you the best trips ever!

Rain, rain and more rain…Kochi is getting cleaned big-time. I had been planning to go visit my cousin, but the rain just does not allow that and I guess, she will just have to be deprived of my company.
Yesterday, I went to Jayalakshmi. According to Upair it is better than Seemati and Kalyan etc. I wouldn’t know because, unlike all women stereotypes, I LOATHE shopping. I try to put off shopping until it is unavoidable. Whenever I really need something, I just beg one my lady friends to buy it for me. Most of them have such patience for buying stuff. They carefully look at the material, the embroidery, search for damages. They look at thousands of pieces to select one. They bargain endlessly with the shopkeepers and seem to know instinctively what price he will settle at. I am hopeless in such matters.

I really like good clothes. Who doesn’t? But I just don’t have the patience to find the stuff I am looking for. It is the same with jewelry. I see all these women who careful co-ordinate their jewelry with their clothes and I really admire them. And then if someone points it out, I also notice how well they have matched their other accessories- their purses, shoes, husbands etc to compliment their dressing and I am like, “I am a total, complete, LOSER”.

But then I think of the hours they would have had to shop for these things, the time they would have to spend on the dressing-up and how careful they have to be, lest they spoil their careful ensemble and I feel pretty relieved. The time would be better utilized reading, surfing, eating, sleeping or writing…then I see all the snaps of parties and notice that I am the only one who looks like a rebel from a neighboring tribe who whilst escaping ended up in the party, while all the others look as if they have been specially invited by Pratibha Patil for a special ceremony in their honor, I get second thoughts about my sense of relief….
It is around this point that I turn towards the nearest food joint and THAT usually helps A LOT!
Speaking of food, after Jayalakshmi, we went to Dominos. Both of us like the pizza at Dominos more than Pizza Hut. We prefer the ambience in Pizza Hut and the service but the food is definitely better at Dominos. Especially “cheese burst” pizza. It all messy with white liquid oozing all over the sides but boy! what a lovely mess that is!


I was wondering if I die and go to heaven…I know, that is a big “IF” ‘coz:
a. We don’t know if there is a heaven, which I don’t think there is. It is just a way to justify our misery on earth.
b. We don’t know if I have a seat in heaven. I am a liar, a sinner and I have made my parents and loved ones miserable many times, I am jealous and bitchy, I am never satisfied with what I have, I also blog to harass strangers I cannot see…I know, I know, this and many other sins make up Ida but when you think that hell is going to be overpopulated anyway because there are people who have done much worse- I mean where would all those rapists, molesters, abusers, murderers etc go? And when you see the number of those REALLY evil ones, you wonder if there will be place for less evil ones like me. Which means that I might actually be able to find a place in heaven ‘coz hell would be way too populated and they would have to find some place for me…
But anyway, I was wondering if we go to heaven we would be stuck with “God food”. Like all those sweet/bland dishes you see at poojas – laddoos, payasam(kheer), peda, modak, puris and soondal(boiled chana) or if you think of Christian gods- Bread and wine. I do not know about other religions, but if other religions have “God food” and that is better than these I AM CONVERTING. ‘Coz if there is only God food in heaven then I just cannot survive!
Plus, I hope heaven is not all golden- golden trees, houses, roads etc, as they show in the pictures. THAT WOULD BE GROSS!!!!! If it is all golden, I hope I have a good pair of sunglasses! I mean, who would imagine a heaven like that? Must have been a mallu…who else can be THAT gold-crazy?

And while we are at it, I hope when I go to heaven, ok, IF I go to heaven, I get to use God’s shampoo ‘coz all these heaven pictures have Gods and Goddesses with really lovely hair….
Do you think fashion ever changes in heaven? If no one has any work to do, what do they do all day and who does the WORK? And if we have to work in heaven, why is it heaven again? I wonder if you can have unprotected sex in heaven, ‘coz nobody reproduces in heaven, right, so there should be no issue…And also if smokers and non-smokers go to different heaven? Well…I REALLY want to die now, the mystery is killing me...

Awesome view, awful coffee and other things about Chalakudy

Upair has finally gotten into the "having fun" mood and on Sunday we went to Chalakudy. For those of you who are clueless (which is ok 'coz this list could include people FROM Kerala too, so those who are not from here, don't feel bad about your poor Geography.... but those from Kerala who don't know where and what Chalakudy is- how did you every pass 10th? On second thoughts, don't tell me!), let Prof. Ida enlighten you:
Chalakudy has the most beautiful waterfalls in the history of humanity as witnessed by Ida- because Ida has not seen too many waterfalls, or too much of humanity’s history, for that matter...

It is just vast stretches of beautiful, Jurassic Park-isque roads, leading to the most spectacular view ever...The weather was just perfect- the sort when it is just about to rain, but it doesn’t…you know the sort of feeling you get when you feel you are full but then you see ice-cream and think that you can mange to squeeze it in and you do and you feel all happy that you did not throw up… And then you notice that your figure hugging dress has gone really tight and then you have to hold your tummy in so that nobody notices how full you are, but you are, in reality, so full that everyone notices anyway?.... well, the clouds looked full in a similar way- as if they were trying to hold their tummy in and were really smug about the last cone of ice-cream they got to have…except that for clouds it will have to be water drops and not ice-cream, but I guess you guessed that already, even though you are clueless about Geography…Lovely roads...can't you just imagine

Dinos round the corner??

And it had just rained before and so all the trees had been scrubbed clean and looked fresh and green, as only plants can (if we were to look green, we would look like a terminally ill patient…not that I mean to offend terminally ill patients or I mean to imply that they are green…ah, you get my drift…)
And as we progressed, we could see whole line-up of monkeys, at this point I should be pointing out the similarities between Upair and a monkey, but I will resist the temptation…We stopped at a place that offered a clear view of the Athirappilly falls (called Athirampally falls in Malayalam…somehow, the English always managed to skip or modify the names of our places!) It was just wonderful…. glorious milky white water was frothing down the rocks and sending up vapours that made the whole scene look ethereal…did I say milky white? Well, actually one side of the water looked VERY dirty and this set Upair and me thinking as to what could be the reason…Upair, as usual, with his fascination for the macabre thought that there must be some dead body up there and all the blood was making the water dirty…

Athirappilly falls

If you can't read the red letters- they say "DIRTY WATER" in "adult" Ida scribble

We saw others at the spot drinking tea/coffee and felt that that was exactly what we should do…there is something about drinking coffee, when it is cold and you have this lovely scenery (even if tainted with a dead body’s blood) that just can’t be expressed in words…it is like eating popcorn during movies…so anyway, there was this small shack right behind us and we got ourselves coffee. And sipped it all ready to breathe out in sheer ecstasy, but AAH! YUCK!!! it was the worst coffee I have ever had- including the coffee I make, and that is really saying something- it had tiny blobs of milk-like-paper-like thingies that were impossible to swallow…if you ever go down there, my advice- DO NOT drink coffee from the shack/shop.
This minor incident forgotten, we were on the road again, more beautiful roads, more monkeys…we stopped in-between to take snaps of the roads and Upair’s car ‘coz that is his first wife … as we got out I saw this teeny-little trickle of water, a baby waterfall, which I named “Upair and Ida Waterfall”, of course I did not tell Upair this, ‘coz he would not understand it…

Upair's first love- the car!
"Upair and Ida Baby Waterfalls"

Wooow, this post is becoming long, so lemme shorten this- there were 2 other beautiful waterfalls- Charpa and Vazhachal. Vazhachal is as famous as Athirappilly and Charpa is just a small little fall that got a name because it was in the right area!
There are some water theme parks en route too, and they’ve advertised massively, so they are difficult to miss…. we didn’t go there, so no comments.

Charpa Falls

Well, that brings us to the end of the journey…downhill was uneventful, except for Upair getting over-excited with the beautifully curving roads and driving as if he was playing a video-game and me finally throwing up…but what the hell, it was all worth it! And the dinner Upair got me made up for it in a big way- more about that later.

Ta-ta for now and take care…

Post about Delhi and food..and , um, food, and... well...mostly food and that's about it...

Today is kinda breezy outside…it is just like the Holi season in Delhi, except that there are no kids on the rooftops, just waiting to throw water balloons, eggs and anything else that is liquidy(I know there is no such word..) or gooey at you and there are no uncles standing on the rooftops waiting to ogle at young, wet dames…I mean there are uncles, but as there are no young, wet dames around, they do not have much to ogle at, their best bet would be to pray for it to rain, I mean, had I been a desperate uncle, I would be praying to Indra THIS VERY MINUTE!
The climate outside makes me really miss my Delhi days, sigh!…We would go out walking everyday and in every season with just one mission- FOOD!
We were an odd group- diverse culturally- two Punjabis, one Haryanvi, one Telugu, one Tamilian, one mallu raised in Orissa and yours truly, another mallu, raised all over India…and yet there was one thing that brought us together, one thing that kept us toghether through stress, fights and heartbreaks, the one thing that was a common passion- FOOD! (I mean that was kind of obvious, wasn’t it? Did all my senti nonsense fool you people into thinking that I was going to write about something serious???)

We would walk down the roads- out first stop would be for some HOT vada at “Madras Cafe”, which was nothing more than a glorified parapet sheet supported by four bamboos, right next to the open drainage providing additional delight! The best ambience ever…as you inhaled the excellent smell of the drain, you ate oil-rich vada and were entertained by the live mosquito orchestra…which would occasionally eat a bit of you, or occasionally form a part of you food intake, such SYMBIOSIS!

Up the street, the next stop would be Agarwal’s…here I just had to have the “protozoan water balls” as my sir called it, also known as “golguppa”, “pochka” or “pani puri”. They were again served next to the open drain and as the day progressed, the number of germs in the golguppa proportionately increased. I know the stuck-up ones reading this might be crinkling their noses, but you do not know the true India. I mean, we live for the street food- hospitals, stomach upsets, typhoid, cholera, diphtheria, malaria, jaundice, dysentery etc are just things you learn to live with…I mean, you would die anyway, who would want to die without having first tasted such delights? Street food is good ‘coz:
a.You prove your love for the culinary traditions of the country
b.You improve your immune system by exposing it to the ruthless world out there
c.You help a man (or woman, let’s not be sexist here…) earn a living
d.You once and for all establish the dominance of The Tongue over all other systems of the body
e.Your boring walk to any place becomes instantly interesting
See? And this is all that I could think up right now, if I thought some more, I am sure I’ll find more points. But coming back to Dilli days…Agarwal’s was also great place for hot jalebis, gulab jamuns, bread pakodas, samosas, mathri, kachori…. the list is long…

We would then stop at a bakery-Duke’s- yes the hoity-toity ones sitting there can at last exhale in relief…we are now on “clean grounds”. Here it would be Kathi rolls, rum balls, truffles, burgers or whatever caught our fancy and then we would head for a juice shop to wash it all down with a shake….
I mean, how can one concentrate on studies, without a little something in the tummy?

I realize I have a whole list of places still uncovered… have I made you hungry yet, or should I go on???? Forget it, let me go grab a snack….bon appetite y’all.

My template is like my husband...

Dear Diary,

This is what I did today:
I decided to change the template of my blog, because even though it is good and all it is too perfect to reflect the real "me".
Then I searched a million(419,000,000) websites and selected templates that reflected the real me.
Then I tried the new templates to see how they looked, only to discover that I would lose my widgets if I tried a new template.
So I dug through 49,100 pages for "how to save followers widget when changing template" And learnt how to do it from http://bloggersentral.blogspot.com/2009/04/keeping-your-widgets-when-changing.html
Then I thought of trying it on my blog.
But then I stopped myself because, I realized that this template is just like Upair. It might not be exactly what I wanted, it might not be my carbon copy, but I have grown to like it for what it is. I am used to it, and it is lovely in its own way...so dear diary, I guess I will stick to this.

Ida.

Sneezing through history....

‘Ello peepillz, as we say in Kerala, I am back!! Had a really fun time in Coimby and mom’s food was as delicious as ever (I mean, I know, all kids say their moms cook well but my mom REALLY cooks well!)
Came back on Sunday, I know, I know, I could have posted yesterday, but I was being the lazy bum that I am something really important came up. So, I thought better late than never and started typing this post.
I had the most terrible cold in the history of humanity on Sunday but that did not stop me from going out with Upair, so that I could get fodder for this blog of mine. See the sacrifices I make for you guys…I wouldn’t be surprised if Pope wants to Beatify me (Sorry, I have no clue how the beatification process goes, but I am pretty saintly, I really am, but I am not insulting the saints here, it is just that I think that Pope might think so, I can think right? Btw, do they beatify one for sacrificing? And don’t tell me you don’t wish to be a saint in your heart of hearts…all those TV serials being produced in your name, tourists coming to your birth place and what not…C’mon, be honest…)
So, anyway, we went to this Museum in Thevara called “Kerala Folklore Theatre and Museum”. It was truly El Superbo! (Yeah, I am not happy killing English, I have to try my hand at other languages). It is a private collection of this person who also trades in antiques. The entire place takes you back to the age when people had time in their hands and art was really an art and aesthetics were held supreme.

Right from the gate, to the fan, to the displayed objects, you can find history speaking to you. There are antique masks and musical instrument, statues and paintings, a huge collection of lamps and ornaments. Each piece of work is a story unto itself. The lady who was guiding us was helpful and even though I was sneezing throughout, she did not once show disgust, heh!heh! I tried my best to keep my mouth shut, but being the fountain of wisdom that I am, I had to comment and ask questions throughout….hmmm… I wonder why she was paying more attention to Upair than me, I mean a few intellectual questions from Ida, what could be more welcome than that?
Of course, the entire place is not old, they have AC and switch boards, that couldn’t have been antiques (unless there was a genius who created AC in the past but because he was ahead of his times, he was given no attention and AC was finally created by whoever it is we credit creation of AC with. Highly possible though it is, the AC s in this museum did not belong to that genius and he, till date, remains unknown…sigh!), have been well disguised to look old. Like, there is this wooden statue-like thingy covering the switchboards and the AC looks like the cabinets from olden times. I wish I could have taken pictures but photography inside was “strictly prohibited”. But Upair did get a few shots from outside…so, once again let’s thank Upair.(All rise, say “Thank You Upair”, now sit.) But anyway, since I have not taken any awesome shots of the inside, you will just have to imagine that the place looked awesome…
Most of the collection is from South India, though they do have Chinaware and Portuguese stuff…which came from the days of trade relations and/or colonization.
So, if you were in Kochi with say an hour to kill, this would be a nice spot to hit.
I did sneeze all over the place, but I am sure I did not infect any area because I use a handkerchief. So you can go there feeling pretty safe.
Wellllllllllll ta-ta for now, more coming soon….byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

A few pics from the website...'coz they would not let us shoot inside!