Less than 24 hours to go before I leave this city. The last 3 weeks here have been great. This is more of a serious post; written in a lugubrious mood if I may say so. The next 3 lines are random and unnecessary, but here goes..
Im listening to this song 'Enthan Vaanamum' from the movie 'Vazhtukkal'. Beautiful song.. For all those who don't know tamil, these are what the lyrics of the first two lines translate into..
" You are my sky, you are my earth, I live thanks to the look in your eyes".. Feelings ;-)
So the last 3 weeks in Madras..
Perfect. People haven't changed.. Same old nice folks.. Simple, yet fun to hang out with.. Met old friends from school, friends not from school.
Can't believe Im not going to be able to attend a good friend's wedding, which btw I suspect will also be a summit congregation of photographers !!
Dint watch 'Avatar' or 'Sherlock Holmes'. I did watch 'Vettaikaran'. Need I say more !
Surgeons have gotten busier,
dentists have found other dentists,
economists are trying hard to solve math equations,
the media man is on his way to becoming the next bigwig in the advertising industry,
IT and Business have found their true love.. food.. delicious food..
One of Chennai's prodigal sons has left to the US of A to become a trendsetter there as well,
United Breweries now has a new face.. A smart n funny face,
TCS is trying too hard to hold one to one of its most industrious employees,
photowalkers have now become more loquacious than ever before,
video games are on the verge of pervading the IT industry,
infants now hate good looking men, and finally..
Kalamathy is waiting to hear from Kellogg...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
The funny thing is.....
Well, u tell me....
Iv been dying to blog for days and have finally got myself to doing so ! whew.. its been.. well... nevermind how long its been... Iv now been in India for a little over 2 weeks (was in England for the last 3 months pursuing a masters course.. like every 4th Indian my age.. (no clue where I pulled that number from ! ) My first 2 days in Madras (Yes Madras and not Chennai !) I felt like Ian Wright :-).. The funny thing is.. Iv been living in Madras for the past 24 years and 3 months in Nottingham and it leads to this feeling ! Blasphemous ! Iv developed a new found love for this city.. Btw, is it just me or is this city also turning into another city that never sleeps ? !! View of the city through the window of the 23c. One gets to see a million things at the same time. The ragamuffin lying stewed on the pavement right outside the thousand lights mosque at one in the afternoon, completely oblivious to his surroundings, the family of 4 ( or was it 5) balancing themselves on a two wheeler, the auto drivers driving like they are possessed, a pakka south indian payyan selling paani puris (lol !) and and... ok the list goes on.. This is the scene day in and day out. I miss this 'organized chaos' ( oxymoronic I agree). Travel 5000 miles west now.. Hmmm, Nottingham.. I call it the Salem of England. Small city, traffic is very organized. A gazillion pubs in this small city. Fresh air, nice people, studio apartment. I always refer to this as the place I stay at and not the cliched 'back home' or 'back where I came from' phrase that many a pretentious person might use having been abroad for just a couple of months.. Whats worse.. seeing a future destination on the map and referring to that place as home ! ludicrous ! :-) The booze is good there, but then its just water.. Now kingfisher brewed at balaji distillaries ( thats where we Madrasis get our supply of KF from, FYI) is a completely different story.. Iv save the finer details for another post.. Final word on that.. Brilliant. One more thing.. No English 'bloke' can emulate the isshtyle of our Madras 'maaplai' a.k.a 'mama', 'macha' 'maams'.. The dude who wears bell bottoms even in 2010, with his 'seepu' sticking out of his back pocket, sight aduchifying the 'semma figures' at the marina or elliot's beach, or the 'malli poo babes' outside the kabaleeshwarar temple, humming tunes such as 'kangal irandal' or even 'puli urumurudu' !! Madras is Madras.. Its not even Chennai..
Its just "good old South Indian Filter Kaapi in a tumbler and 'davara' in on hand and a fresh and crisp copy of 'The Hindu' in the other hand" Madras...
Iv been dying to blog for days and have finally got myself to doing so ! whew.. its been.. well... nevermind how long its been... Iv now been in India for a little over 2 weeks (was in England for the last 3 months pursuing a masters course.. like every 4th Indian my age.. (no clue where I pulled that number from ! ) My first 2 days in Madras (Yes Madras and not Chennai !) I felt like Ian Wright :-).. The funny thing is.. Iv been living in Madras for the past 24 years and 3 months in Nottingham and it leads to this feeling ! Blasphemous ! Iv developed a new found love for this city.. Btw, is it just me or is this city also turning into another city that never sleeps ? !! View of the city through the window of the 23c. One gets to see a million things at the same time. The ragamuffin lying stewed on the pavement right outside the thousand lights mosque at one in the afternoon, completely oblivious to his surroundings, the family of 4 ( or was it 5) balancing themselves on a two wheeler, the auto drivers driving like they are possessed, a pakka south indian payyan selling paani puris (lol !) and and... ok the list goes on.. This is the scene day in and day out. I miss this 'organized chaos' ( oxymoronic I agree). Travel 5000 miles west now.. Hmmm, Nottingham.. I call it the Salem of England. Small city, traffic is very organized. A gazillion pubs in this small city. Fresh air, nice people, studio apartment. I always refer to this as the place I stay at and not the cliched 'back home' or 'back where I came from' phrase that many a pretentious person might use having been abroad for just a couple of months.. Whats worse.. seeing a future destination on the map and referring to that place as home ! ludicrous ! :-) The booze is good there, but then its just water.. Now kingfisher brewed at balaji distillaries ( thats where we Madrasis get our supply of KF from, FYI) is a completely different story.. Iv save the finer details for another post.. Final word on that.. Brilliant. One more thing.. No English 'bloke' can emulate the isshtyle of our Madras 'maaplai' a.k.a 'mama', 'macha' 'maams'.. The dude who wears bell bottoms even in 2010, with his 'seepu' sticking out of his back pocket, sight aduchifying the 'semma figures' at the marina or elliot's beach, or the 'malli poo babes' outside the kabaleeshwarar temple, humming tunes such as 'kangal irandal' or even 'puli urumurudu' !! Madras is Madras.. Its not even Chennai..
Its just "good old South Indian Filter Kaapi in a tumbler and 'davara' in on hand and a fresh and crisp copy of 'The Hindu' in the other hand" Madras...
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