When we were little, we went home to Mallu land for our school vacations. There, we met many little boys and girls whose daddies were away in the Gellf. Doing all kinds of jobs to earn money so that they could study and grow up and become good boys and girls. So that they could anoint their wives with gold from the souk and Yardley talc and Charlie perfume. So that they could distribute razor blades among their chettans and aliyans and chocolates to the neighbours.
In our fertile little minds, an idea took shape – that of the Mallu Fatherland. Simply, where all the fathers go between their painful two-month vacations in the land of god’s own beach party. Vacations where the dust in time’s hourglass slipped away faster than sandstorms in that faraway desert.
This June, we visit the Fatherland. Two gigs – one each in Dubai (June 20) and Bahrain (June 22). So all you good folks, gang up and land up. Here’s a toast to you all!
And here’s an interview in Time Out Dubai.
Until then, ma-assalamah!