Like most new places, this city has it's own quirks. Of course there's the whole craze for Kollywood movies (...some of which are pretty entertaining, by the way... no, seriously). But, apart from that... this place has a few characteristics of it's own...
Firstly : People here love their temples. And by love, I mean are compulsively obsessed, in a weird, ungodly (...forgive the irony) way. I mean, OK I'm not exactly a "God person" (which probably indicates I'll go to hell, never attain salvation and be reborn as a dung beetle...) but I do respect people's beliefs and their religion. Here however, people go to temples on weekends the way every other person goes on holiday trips to hill stations, beaches or resorts. And there are thousands of pujas, festivals and religious occasions (...most of which I can't pronounce or understand).
Secondly : There are no high- rise buildings. Alright, maybe a few having eight storeys, but those are the very rare, very new ones. My head's probably gonna spin the day I return to my 12th floor
Thirdly : Men on the streets here aren't the most civilised of people. I mean, it's a different thing if guys are checking out girls (...after all, we do it too) or give an appreciative glance (...hell, that's even an ego boost). No, men here stare. And by staring I mean the eyes-popping-out-of-their-sockets, I-can-see-right-through-you-with-my-superhuman-X-ray-vision sort of stare. They give ogling a whole new definition. And if you are a 'North Indian' (...which means anything above the southern peninsula) and are slightly fair, even the women stare (as if the men weren't disturbing enough), sometimes so hard that you feel that they are gonna burn you like an ant under a magnifying glass. Which brings me to my next point...
Fourthly (yes it's a tad bit long... bear with me) : What's with the whole complexion thing anyways?! It's like racism in reverse. The other day my dad's assistant visited our place, and actually praised me by saying, "Oh, she's so fair!" (yikes...) And to top it all, she was surprised that 'north Indians' like R. Madhavan, 'cause apparently he's too dark to be liked. DUH!!!!!! I love Madhavan.. loved him since I was like in 5th grade (anyone seen 'Ghar Jamai'?? Just me?? Oh, Ok)... he was never too dark for me,... hell, he's not even dark!!!
(Dear Madhavan...if you ever read this... which is highly unlikely... please know that I find you "oh, so cute", and since we now live in the same city, we can even meet up! *talk about high hopes*).
Anyways, so what is the big deal with fairness?! And for clarification's sake, I'm not even fair... my complexion is more like an over- cooked chapati (minus the dark spots... for complete lack of a better comparison). Why is fair lovely?? (Pathetic attempt at puns, I know...) I thought Hale Berry,
Fifthly (last one...promise!) : Now, I believe in simple living and high thinking (though I actually don't have high thoughts...) but every person needs to follow certain etiquettes being a part of society which (how much ever you may want to) one cannot denounce. And one of those unspoken codes of conduct is... you do not adjust your lungi on the street. Neither do you convert it into a mini skirt in public. Period.
(Courtesy Google, and if you are the guy in the photo... behave!)
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( a silent sigh of relief rushes over the crowd... Wait, what crowd? Hardly 3 people read this thing)
- PS : Just because I live in Chennai does not mean I survive on idlis and dosas. It's a metropolitan, not a tribal village (??!!) You get awesome food in this place (my weight stands testimony...)
- PPS : Stop asking me if I've learned any Tamil (oh sorry, Tamizh)... it's only been like a month and a half since I moved here, for heaven's sake! And it's a very, very complicated language. And I have figured that my linguistic skills aren't great either... 8 years in Bombay, and I like know 3 words in Marathi. And it's a major surprise that I can speak any Bengali... my kids are probably gonna learn some weird, hybrid language as their mother tongue... yes, I have issues.
- PPPS : No, I have not met A.R Rahman. So, like what if we are in the same city?! His guards will probably shoot me anyways, thinking of me as a potential stalker if I like try to barge in his house. Besides, John Abraham and I have been in the same city for years, did we ever meet...erm, NO! :(
- PPPPS : I miss Mumbai Mirror!!!!! And Bombay Times!!!! And hindi FM stations!!!! (OK, I barely listened to FM... but I still miss it!!!!)