Happy Motherās Day @anoodha_kunnath
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Wishing you well fed, clean, happy children and a regulated nervous system, not just today but everyday. Itās not impossible. Sigh.
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#happymothersday
The whole of last week, Iāve been trying to curate what should go on the walls of my house. And as I do that, I was constantly observing the chatter in my mind. After a point, I stopped to ask myself, āhow many of my decisions are subconsciously trying to please the imaginary audience I think of in my headā. Made me realise how many of our decisions are actually driven by a need for validation. So many homes are put together, purely to impress and not to live. The art on the walls are names that scream status; the fabric around us are driven by a need to stay relevant; many things are bought just because itās what rich people do; the objects are chosen to prove that one is woke and in between all this life finds a narrow path to conduct itself. This is exactly what Iāve decided I will never do to my house. The only way I will impress people is by unapologetically being me and doing the things I love. If it sparks joy, it stays. Curation is so simple that ways. #whereiam
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PS: the photo has nothing to do with the caption š
I was in a corporate job, for two years, fifteen years ago. While I loved my job, what I hated was travel. Not because I didnāt like travelling but because of the way the travel industry successfully made it monotonous, just like the dry cold sandwich that you get in a plane. Imagine, in a country like India, blessed with such a rich food culture, we donāt have a choice but to eat that sandwich. Most of travel is like that- blandness sold in the name of luxury and the fake, sold as curation. So when I see a bed that is so rich in experience, it is not just my body that rests, itās also my mind that goes into relaxation. Authenticity is such a relief after all. #whereiam
Most of the millenial discussions, these days, revolve around not having enough water and sun. You all know it, those big bottles with markers and those vitamin D shots. Itās the same with me too. I never get enough of water and the sun. I mean it as a metaphor, ofcourse you know it. #whereiam
Indian dad series. Part two. My reply for āAre you into marathons?ā is usually a ānot at allā. And my facial expression when someone says āWhat do you think of Hyrox?ā is a wicked smirk. I never accept invitations for hikes or long walks unless thereās something to shop on the way. But ask me if Iām ready to climb Palani hills to go meet Murugan and I will put a three year on my shoulder and say āletās go right awayā. Trad Indian dads only climb hills if thereās a temple on top. Panchamritham at the top of it is also a good bait #whereiam
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#palani #palanimurugantemple #traddad #indiandad
At Rouka we believe that fashion has to solve real life problems. Your clothes should revolve around your life. Not the other way around. Donāt you agree?
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#roukabysreejithjeevan #fashionproblems
Iām at that age where I am absolutely wondering how we took the scale and craftsmanship of such spaces for granted. Itās purely a branding problem or perhaps itās just the colonial hangover. I mean in my twenties, as a student, Iāve queued up under the Eiffel tower and starved for a couple of days to afford that ticket. And all that time I took what we had for granted. Donāt get me wrong, Iām not putting one down to talk about the other but the scale and craftsmanship of these temples that we just live with, is just unbelievable. We donāt romanticise these living pieces of art enough till we try to create a minuscule part of it on our own, mostly in our own homes. #whereiam
This is me on a holiday, making an itinerary and briefing the rest of the room on what the minute by minute plan of the day is. I secretly found this photo in Anoodhaās phone. Even though Iāve been previously accused of making Dad jokes, seeing this photo made me realise Iāve stepped into my peak Indian dad era. One doesnāt become an Indian dad (mind you itās an adjective) until these nagging calculations set in. Congratulate me. #whereiam
My toxic trait is that I donāt shop anything from anywhere. Well, mostly. But the real thrill comes from going to the places where things are originally from. And no travel is complete without exploring the villages and the crafts they are known for. Nachiarkovil lamps have to be bought from Nachiarkovil and Thanjavur paintings have to be selected from an artist in Thanjavur. Holidays, for me, donāt stop at fancy rooms, platters or swimming pools- it really boils (quite literally this summer) down to finding what is made and where. #whereiam
