How the B/BOK becomes ?

Aliens and E.Ts and super humans and misfits begin to make you cry. and you don't know why? The american and hollywood knows the emotions of identity crisis and they silently churns out blockbusters catering to the large mass of people who does not know if he is an nigerian, irish, german, jew or russian. Their ancestors had told them stories of their people and the illusive home.

But Parashu is only concerned with Keralites.

The questions of their identity is consuming a generation. After spending the impressible years of their life outside the land of their ancestors, in Gulf states, Singapore, Australia, USA, UK, Delhi, Mumbai, Chenni, Jaipur... where-ever....!!! You create a wonderland based on experiances of you amma and pappa. Stories of ammachi, appachan, their childhood treks to school and the scheming relatives and the good uncles. Then their is the wonderful earthy malayalam film in VHS which gives the techni-colour to your wonderland. The land that never is.

In your adapted home when the locals ask you "Who are you?" " Where do you belong?" -You reply "I am an Indian", i am a Keralite" "I am a malayalee". But the bubble bursts when you go down the rabbit hole, the vacation trip to Kerala. and on hearing you talk your Keralite Cousin will ask you "Where are you from?" "where do you belong" . In a flash that innocent questions like the napalm sucks your lungs dry and leaves you gasping. The crisis to the identity begins. The search for self. To be come a definite word.

Then one day you learn to laugh at the need to belong. and learn the art of living here and now. And then a new generation gypsy is then born. a new identity is forged. Suddenly the whole world becomes home. and you become a proud B/BOK. But there are others who are not as lucky as you, left to fend with their 'non- identities'.

Then another Spiderman movie smashes the box office records.