Musings
I'm writing this piece at a time that may well go down in history, and one that feels strangely apt.
It has been over two weeks since the three-way geopolitical tensions between Israel, Iran and the United States began, and slowly the ripples of that conflict have begun touching our motherland.
Today, there is a widespread shortage of LPG cylinders in India, amongst whispers that they are being scalped for exorbitant prices in the black market. Restaurants, cloud kitchens, and our beloved kutty bakeries currently face a crisis of income slowdown, all because they sit far below the power chain.
The Indian stock market has been tumbling since the beginning of this week, wiping away whatever returns (though minimal) the past year had managed to offer.
It doesn't help ease the uncertainty when one realises that COVID-19 struck the world exactly six years ago. All those tales of wars that were waged, famines endured by the powerless, and powers that came tumbling down once felt like distant history.
Yet today, we find ourselves witnessing echoes of those very stories in reality.
It felt right to tell Aviramam’s story now, because in moments like these, the line between stability and collapse begins to feel all too unreal.
Reel 6 : Aviramam
The year is 2008
The housing mortgage crisis in the United States slowly spread its fangs across the world, leading to one of the worst periods in modern-day history: the Recession of 2008.
Jobs were cut to save costs, incomes stopped, families like yours and mine were at a standstill. What next?
It was a reality check for Ravi, a budding IT entrepreneur. Multiple families, faces that we do not know, were dependent on him for their income.. Incoming deals were like an oasis in the desert. Present, but distant
The story showcases the inner turmoils of businesses that get razed under financial burden, and the crippling sense of helplessness when hopes in the distance begin to drift even further away as time passes. These moments slowly take a toll on a person's sense of stability. All because they are unable to control something that lies far beyond them.
It is the representation of many unknown entrepreneurs during that period in history
Devi, Ravi's better half, exhibits an emotional presence as he shifts between states of worry, reassurance and belief. In many ways, she becomes the quiet anchor to a mind slowly losing its footing. It makes us wonder about the lengths to which people hold on to resilience before crashing down.
Eventually as matters become insufferable, self-elimination became a possibility. A clean exit, to leave the suffering behind
The world couldn't be kind to him.
Honestly, I've felt it to be a very selfish move
Because desperation has a way of narrowing a person's world. When every door feels shut and every responsibility begins to weigh heavier than hope, the mind can drift to places it never imagined before. One of which seemed the easiest way out
Perhaps that was supposed to be the quiet tragedy of Ravi's story.
But just when that final thought begins to take shape, life intervenes, in the form of Devi, returning home before the silence becomes permanent.
Reinforcing the belief that a divine intervention helped him to hopefully ride the wave to a safer tomorrow. Let's wish them the best, as we bid farewell to this story.
Share your thoughts below, and join me as we move on to the next tale from Kerala Cafe - along with my kutty musings, anecdotes and some personal reflections.
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