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27 January 2012

To Chennai Auto Bhaiyya, With Love!

Dear Chennai Auto Bhaiyya (Sorry, I do not know the Tamil of Bhaiyya!)

Vanakkam!

First, let me thank you for making my one day visit to Chennai a most memorable one!

You, my dear, are a rare species. I have lived in three Indian cities (Shillong, Delhi and Bangalore) and have travelled by autos in numerous other cities but nowhere have I met anyone who even closely resembles you. Anyone who cribs to be me about the condition of autos in other cities, I have one word for them - You haven't yet seen the Chennai ones. You redefine the words rude, obnoxious and EXPENSIVE. Whoever said that Delhi is a con man's city is yet to meet you, my friend!

I had to travel from Point A to point B and the distance was around 15kms. I thought I would be penny wise and take an auto instead of a cab. That was one of the worst decisions of my life. I stepped out in the morning and started the hunt for autos. One gentleman offered to take me to my destination for 1100/-. I though that was his idea of a practical joke. Only, 15 minutes later and after asking around 10 more autos, I realised that it wasn't one.   I used my negotiation skills and finally found an auto which took me to my destination for a whooping 550/-.

When I complained to my Chennai friends they politely told me that it was the norm for a North Indian. Now, I have half the mind to sue all the travel websites that forget to include this one major point while giving details about Chennai - While visiting Chennai ensure that you know your Tamil, else be prepared to be mocked, ridiculed and robbed.

Auto Bhaiiya, please realise that Tamil is not yet a compulsory subject in school in other parts of India. I am also no linguist. So, my not knowing the language does not entitle you to rob me in broad daylight. Also, why don't you all take some geography lessons? Anyone who is not from the four Southern States does not automatically become a North Indian. There are two other directions also, you know, like West and East. Trust me a Mumbaikar or a Bengali may actually bash you up someday because they dislike being North Indians as much as you hate North Indians, if not more. I also wanted to ask you one question, why do you dislike Non South Indians so much? Next time, I will get a Google Translator and pose that question to you. I really, really want to know the answer to that.

Although, I really wanted to like Chennai and come back again, you have ensured that it does not happen. I was not able to take happy memories with me when I left Chennai. Tourism eventually will help you and your attitude does a lot to hamper that. I hope that someday you realize this.

Yours Faithfully,
Non South Indian Friend!

3 June 2008

Just an update

Mood: Melancholy

Song am listening to: November Rain/Gin soaked boy

Thinking: If I did the right thing

Missing: The cocoon

Reading: Pride and Prejudice (for the nth time)

Hoping: That I don't end up messing up again and for the rains

Aching for: A trip to the hills/beach

Hating: The spendthrift me, procrastination and the inability to write anything meaningful

Asking: The same question again and again

Dreaming: A walk on the beach/Possessing a nice phoneFeel like killing: All the Mosquitoes of the world

Wearing: Denim shorts and white spaghetti top

Happy about: The coming weekend :) and my new hair style

Sad about: That it won't last for long

Craving for: Some real shopping

Irritated with: Someone for being very, very stupid and dumb

Praying: For Nothing

:) :) :)

23 May 2008

Bee and Tee

A rainy/sunny day. Conversation with self. To avoid confusion, the two me’s are called Bee and Tee.
Bee: La la la, dee, dee, dum.
Tee: happy, huh.
Bee: I am, so
Tee: like you have a reason to, who are you fooling?
Bee: eh, moron, I do not need a reason, I am just happy.
Tee: see who the moron here is. Anyways, am getting bored.
Bee: nothing new, with an attention span that is shorter than Rakhi Sawant’s clothes, what is to be expected?
Tee: Come on, its just that my creative bent of mind is not easily satiated.
Bee: You have a mind, I thought the two of us were part of one. I mean we are the same.
Tee: Well this is what I mean. My creative mind has a mind of its own and wants to wander and not just spend the rest of her life by being a part of someone’s mind.
Bee: blob la bucj kajs kitch (sounds not understood by anyone else)
Tee: Whateva!!! Let’s have a real conversation, that might kill my boredom. What are your aspirations?
Bee: uhhh, hmmm, hhhhh (after all kinds of sounds that suggest extreme brooding) None.
Tee: (choking with laughter) You are worse than dead shit, man. I for sure have some aspirations. I want to wear a red dress and seduce that Mr. Sandandingdang. Oh, what fun. Ah, I can just imagine the look on his face, the starry eyes and the look of hunger.
Bee: Eeeow!!! Your aspiration in life is to seduce the biggest dimwit. What is wrong with you?
Tee: Nothing is wrong with me. You never heard the entire thing. Well, I am gonna seduce him and then he gets near me I’d just walk off… I can again see his expression. That will be fun. I can even hear the curses. I love being a woman.
Bee: that definitely sounds better, but not qualitative enough.
Tee: What is qualitative for you is plain boring for me. So, buzz off… Where is my cigarette.
Buzzzz…. Buzzzzzzzz….