🛵 The Ride to a Memory Called Malampuzha
Because some rides are more than just journeys—they’re time machines.
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😓 That Weekend Feeling We All Know...
You know that feeling?
Lunch is done, the plate’s still on the table, your stomach is full, and your mood? Undefined. It’s a weekend, you should be relaxed—but instead, you feel… sad?
I sat there staring at the computer. Nothing made sense.
Work fatigue? Screen fatigue? Or just the post-lunch blues?
Whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure—
“This is not how I want to spend my weekend.”
So, what did I do?
I cracked open my trusted folder—my time capsule—labeled:
“Old Photos – 2010”
And just like that, I found my way back.
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⏳ The Time Machine Starts With One Photo
I opened a photo — and BOOM! I was back in Palakkad.
It was just an ordinary photo.
Me. Cousin. Bike. Dam backdrop.
But the moment I saw it, it wasn’t just a picture anymore—it was a portal.
That year, 2010—life was full of energy, work was great, and personal life was dancing to the right tunes.
And in that snapshot was a trip I’d nearly forgotten, but never stopped feeling.
More about that beautiful town soon in another blog, but for now, fasten your helmets. We’re going on a joyride.
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🚌 Friday Nights and Nano Vibes
Back in those days, we didn’t plan months in advance. A simple Friday night was enough.
I’d finish my shift, pack a small bag (really small—I believed in minimalism before it became a hashtag), and hop onto a KSRTC bus.
Music? My trusted iPod Nano.
First song? Probably “Dil Chahta Hai.” That was my bus anthem.
I don’t remember falling asleep. All I remember is waking up with the conductor yelling,
“Palakkad! Palakkad!”
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👬 A Cousin, a Bike, and 106cc of Freedom
There he was—my cousin, fresh out of college, waiting with the biggest grin and an even bigger plan.
His ride? A sleek red Yamaha Libero.
Not a powerhouse. Not a showstopper. But oh boy, did it have personality!
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🍽️ The Breakfast That Deserves a Statue
Home sweet home. Aunt was already awake, in the kitchen, weaving magic.
Puttu and Kadala Curry.
The kind of breakfast that makes your stomach clap and your soul do backflips.
With every bite, I remembered why I kept coming back.
Not just for the food—but for the feeling.
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We sat in the sit-out—a spot that deserves its own Instagram page.
From that single bench, I could see life unfold.
The temple across the street, private buses revving up for the day, the occasional bullock cart. All under the lazy watch of coconut trees swaying in approval.
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My cousin came out with his coffee.
“What’s the plan?” he asked.
“Your place, your lead,” I replied.
He grinned. “Malampuzha?”
My heart smiled before my face could.
“Let’s ride.”
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🧳 Checks, Cameras, and a Red Roar
Pre-ride checks:
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Helmet: ✅
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Petrol: ✅
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Tyre Pressure: ✅
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Bike Mirror Position (for posing later): ✅
I was the co-pilot, with a camera slung around my neck like a war medal.
We zipped past Mercy College Circle, cruised through Melamuri, and joined the Palakkad–Malampuzha main road.
What a route! Fewer buildings. More sky. Fewer people. More trees.
Each turn brought us closer to the Western Ghats, rising like gentle giants in the distance.
I swear, it felt like nature herself was calling:
“Come closer, child. I’ve got something to show you.”
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🏞️ Malampuzha — More Than Just a Dam
Let’s get this straight—Malampuzha is not just a dam.
It’s a mood. A vibe. A proper emotion.
Built in 1955, it’s the largest reservoir in Kerala. But for me, it was the first time I realized silence could have a voice.
We didn’t go to the main dam area just yet. Instead, we wandered toward the backwaters, where tourist buses don’t reach and silence still lives.
Cameras out.
Random poses.
Tree-hugging (literally).
One weird “deep thinker” pose by me that still haunts me.
“Why did I look like I was solving climate change?”
No one knows.
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🐍 The Snake Park Shenanigans
Okay. Now the Snake Park deserves its own paragraph.
Mostly because we walked in expecting drama and walked out laughing.
A few snakes were asleep. One python was halfway into a nap and a stretch.
One cobra gave us side-eye like,
“Another camera? Bro, please…”
Still, it was entertaining. Not the reptiles—the reactions of people.
One guy dropped his water bottle because a lizard moved.
Lesson: The humans were the real wildlife.
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🕒 Back Through the Breeze
By 4 PM, it was my turn to ride.
The Libero hummed like it was happy to have me back in control.
The ride back was magical. That warm evening light, the roads half-empty, and the Ghats waving goodbye behind us.
By the time we reached home, it was 5:30 PM. We were two things:
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Tired.
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Extremely, record-breakingly hungry.
☕ Tea and Semeya = Hug in a Plate
Aunt had saved the day again.
Hot Semeya (vermicelli) upma with coconut flavor, and freshly brewed tea.
Honestly, Michelin stars mean nothing here. This was five-star in every way that mattered.
Post snacks, we slipped into comfy clothes and jumped into our last plan of the day—movies on his desktop.
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🎬 Cinema, Cousin Banter, and Sleep
We didn’t watch the movie properly.
It was mostly:
“Remember that guy…”
“Oh, did you see how you posed like SRK?”
“Bro, your hairline was better back then.”
Laughter. Sarcasm. Good-natured roasts. And then, slowly… sleep.
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🌍 Why This Memory Came Back Now?
Because maybe my soul was asking me,
“When was the last time you felt fully present?”
Those days, we respected where we went.
We didn’t leave garbage. We didn’t scream into nature.
We just became part of it—humbly, quietly, joyfully.
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“Be a visitor, not an invader.
Let every place you go remember your silence, not your selfie stick.”
💭 A Final Thought
So yeah, maybe you’re feeling low today.
Maybe nothing feels exciting.
Open that old folder.
Find that cousin.
Plan a ride, even if it’s just around your block.
Because joy isn’t expensive. It’s just buried beneath the rush.
And when you go somewhere beautiful next—
Don’t just click a photo. Leave behind a smile. 🌿
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