What is it about being away from home that makes us so boisterously rambunctious? Is it the comfort of anonymity, the unwritten pact for revelers everywhere that what "happens in Vegas stays in Vegas"?
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| Pretty much sums up how I behaved when we stopped for lunch at the amazing Kumar Mess. |
Or is it the thought of being surrounded by loved ones that entices us to let loose; to be as obnoxiously loud and uncouth as possible; to burst inappropriately into boorish laughter at things whose humor is suspect at best, or to bray tunelessly and deafeningly the songs whose lyrics we do not know and yet which we willfully choose to butcher anyway.
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| Several of the usual suspects surveying the Thirumalainaicker Mahal |
What is it about a change in scenery which persuades us to humiliate ourselves on film and in pixels, recording our shame for time immemorial, and on a related note, why do we expressly choose to pull the most unattractive faces and kitschy poses on just such occasions?
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| Caught in the act: not completely sure why we are shooting the backside of the goat ;) |
Can it all be chalked up to the seductions of a sinfully decadent chocolate brownie, or to the welcome respite of a frosty glass of roadside
jikarthanda, consumed greedily without a second thought for either waistline or other vastly more unpleasant intestinal consequences.
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| Never a dull moment in a sleepy temple town. |
Whatever the case may be,
Madurai 2012 you were
AWESOME and here's to
Kochi 2013 :)
PS: Photo credits go to my lovely cousins and partners-in-crime Archz and JSat.
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