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Moving Back..

I always thought I would feel elated when I am back home. Seems different although. Not that I am not happy, it’s mixed feelings. I am happy to be home with my family, be in my room, on my bed, eat mum made food. I get to see my nephew more often, play with him more. This way there’s not chance of him forgetting me. 🙂  I haven’t written baby posts in a looong time. Whenever I think of doing it, he out-beats me by learning newer stuff, doing newer things. 😛 I get to meet all my old friends, I get to roam in my favorite streets, eat from my favorite joints.

But I am missing so many things from back there. The freedom, the friends, the close distance to office. There it used to take me 40 min to 1 hour in a day for commute. Here it is almost 3.5 to 4 hours. 😦 The hours at office never seemed enough there. I worked for 10-12 hours consistently from the past six months in Chennai and liked it. Here the day at office seems to drag, with me waiting for it to be tea time. The entire team used to be chattering there. Now we, the two birds who flew away from the flock, keep waiting for the others to ping us. 😐

One welcoming thing here was the rain. It rained heavily last evening and the feeling was great. Though it caused traffic jams and delays, the rain is always welcome. Also, here I get the time to do, what at some point of time loved the most… Read… The long journey in the bus gives me enough time to read, I finished close to 50 pages today. 🙂 I am currently reading “Tuesday’s with Morrie” by Mitch Albom and have nearly a dozen books waiting for me on my shelf. Also, there are a couple of weddings of close friends that are lined up in the coming week and that’s something I really looking forward to. 🙂

I know I have been writing only about Chennai and me moving back in the past few posts. I hope I come around soon and write something else too…



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The last few…

The last bits of everything always seem the best –

  • The last spoon of melting ice-cream.
  • The last chatkara of achaar.
  • The last spray from a perfume bottle.
  • The last pages of a book.
  • The last lines of a letter saying, “with love”.
  • The climax of a movie?
  • The lasting words in a speech.
  • The last few balls in an over.
  • The last days of college.
  • The last episodes of your favorite sitcom/show.
  • The last days of bachelor/spinster-hood.
  • The last few kilometers on a tour/journey.

The last few days in Chennai…. 🙂


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Rail Gaadi

I had written this post few days back when I was traveling in the train. Forgot to post it though!

As I sit in the local train on the way to the central station, I realize that it has been two years here, with the constant to and fro between the two cities. Catching the 8.30 or 9 pm local train after office and reaching the Central station, to catch the late night train home. But what I also realize is that I’ve never written a post on my train travel experiences.

The fact of having local trains to commute and having beaches to visit are the few things that I looked forward to when I first came to this city. I envied cities like Chennai and Mumbai for having local trains. 😐 It makes life so easier than the crowded buses. My happiness knew no bounds when the Metro was launched in Bangalore. I am eagerly waiting for the other lines of Metro to be completed. Doesn’t seem like it’s gonna happen anytime soon. 😦

Come to think of it, in these two years I never took the local train to office on a daily basis, thanks to the office being close and the station being far. But in whatever minimal travel I have done, I have had some good experiences. The first day here at Chennai was the day I returned by the last train home. 😉 It was around 11.15 or so. After dropping my parents at station where they took a train back home, I went on to meet my roommates who were shopping. Being typical girls they shopped till late night, by the time we finished dinner it was time for the last train! I was a little scared, for it was just the first day. But, that was the only time we ever took it. 🙂

Traveling for nearly 2 hrs every single time to the city, just to a watch movie in the weekend! Phew! Traveling in an almost empty train at 4.30 on a Monday morning, when I’ve come from Bangalore, just wanting to rush home and catch some sleep before I head to office. Traveling in a jam packed train where you are scared that you’ll miss getting down at your station, due to the crowd at the door. Experienced all varieties.

What’s more varied are the kind of people you see or meet. The bunch of young software engineers who have come from different parts of the country to work here, all headed home on a Friday evening. The group of college/school going girls giggling and chattering away. The newly married couple, with lady wearing shining new jewelry. Mothers trying to control their mischievous children. The vendors who get into the compartments to sell their fruits, vegetables and greens.  All in a hurry to get their work done and go home, tired from the heat and humidity.

The familiar dimming of lights before the two main stations reminds me of a funny comment that a friend made. The comment was, “the dimming of lights rightly indicate the station ahead to the people only when travelling in one direction. In the other direction it’s like telling the people, haha! You missed it..” 😉

The struggle to get tickets in tatkal and the huge crowds in the trains and stations always leaves me wondering and asking “where are all these people going?” All in all, it has been fun and it’s one of things I am definitely gonna miss when I move back to Bangalore.


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Unshakable Bonds?

I was sitting with a friend and chatting with him about the resignation letter he put today, just after lunch. Had a cup of coffee on the table. I observe that there’s continuous shaking of the table. That’s when I realized that the chair was shaking too, I asked him “are you shaking your legs?” for which he responded with “No, but someone is surely shaking their legs.” That’s when we realized it was an earthquake. It was too much to ignore. We asked the lady on the other table and she confirmed the weird shaking too.

We got up from our tables and then we see people rushing out of the cafeteria in groups. All headed towards the elevators and staircase. The tremors had ceased by the time we got down the stairs of eight floors. I was jokingly telling my friend that he just put his papers and it made the earth shake, what would happen when he leaves. That’s when we got to know about the 8.9 Richter scale earthquake in Indonesia and about the tremors that have been felt across so many states in India. Within ten minutes the networks were jammed, with people trying to reach their loved ones. Such are the bonds of love and care aren’t they?

The whole incident brought back memories from childhood. My first experience with an earthquake was way back in school ( I am sure that people who are good with dates would still remember the year atleast, but I’ve forgotten it. 😦 ). We were all in class when we it was announced that there was an earthquake and we had to evacuate the building. All kids were rushed to the open grounds adjacent to the school campus. Being kids and it being the only time such  a thing had happened in Bangalore, we were terrified.

All girls were sobbing and wanted to go back home. Those being the days when kids didn’t carry mobile phone, we couldn’t contact anyone. I vividly remember crying and expressing the wish to meet my sister. When my friends asked why am I not concerned about my parents, I told that they would manage to be fine on their own, but my sis was alone at college. I wondered how she would reach home. I remembered her a million times and prayed and prayed for her to be safe.

We were so close to each other. We would talk about everything. Since the age difference is more, she was always like a second mom, taking care of me and reprimanding me for anything wrong I did, but supporting me at all times. She was and is my savior in a lot of situations. Times and responsibilities have changed. Having a full time job and a prankster at home, she is occupied all the time. We don’t speak for weeks together sometimes. When we do meet up, the tiny tot is the obvious one to get all the attention. Hopefully we get time soon to catch up and act like typical sisters. 😀

You tell me, what were you upto, when mother earth decided to do a jig?? 😉


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Let there be light

As I sit here writing this post, close to midnight, I am waiting to hear the lovely bell from the church nearby, strike twelve times. It makes me happy to hear the sound. It reminds me of one of Enid Blyton’s novels, which used to be my favorite during childhood. It’s raining outside. I should be elated, for rain here brings happiness and a refreshing change to the usual hot and humid weather. But I sit here, dreading something else.

As if to add to my already low mood, the time at home has been difficult with prolonged power-cuts. Its extends for hours together. There’s a power-cut within minutes of it beginning to rain. I am not a person against power-cuts. I used to love it in Bangalore. People who have read my post, will know. 🙂 Here, I fear it. 😦

For one, when there is no power it gets terribly hot inside the house. We did not opt for an AC, so the fan is our only savior in Chennai. When, its raining, it is a little better but not very drastically different. Secondly, the rains have caused a wide variety of insects to invade the house. The tiny green ones, whose bite is severe than the mosquitoes, the usual dragon flies, tiny black ones, ones looking like the lady-bug, red with black spots on it, grasshoppers, ants and what not. We stay on second floor, I can’t even imagine how people stay in the ground floor of this building. 😐

After the incident of me getting an insect bite, which left me with scars and a swollen face, I freak out when I see any sort of an insect in the room, close to my bed. Yesterday’s night was horrible. There was a two hour long power-cut in the middle of the night, when it was raining cats and dogs outside. The insects flying around biting us. All I did was roam around in the room, unable to sit in a place. 😦

Strange how our likes and dislikes change due to various reasons. 🙂 I only hope and pray that I am able to sleep peacefully tonight.. 🙂


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Sense and Sensibility

Common sense is uncommon they say. People prove it time and again and keep getting on my nerves. Forget about common sense, is anything like courtesy and basic ethics left? Believe me this has nothing to do with education. While the well-educated lot act like barbarians, many of the uneducated are so courteous and friendly.

An irritated me at the railway station, getting down the staircase. Suddenly there’s a mini waterfall and my slippers get all wet. Considering how cleeean the station is, it’s a yucky situation. Surprised, I turn around only to see a middle-aged moron (forgive me for forgetting my manners) has just emptied his big can of water. Right there! In the middle of the staircase! Amongst so many people! I wish I could just go punch him in the face. All I do is grumble loudly and walk off.

Rewind back for about an hour and you will know why I am irritated in the first place. I was on the way to the central station in the local train. This travel takes more than an hour for me and my recent technique of warding off the boredom is by crocheting. Right now I am in the process of crocheting a scarf and am unable to find enough time after work, to finish it in time to gift it to a friend. So I was happy to have found time for it on the train. I got a call in the middle of it and was busy on the phone, when I suddenly noticed the rows of crocheted scarf are opening up rapidly. I was shocked and held on to it tight and turned around expecting the ball of yarn to have fallen off and the lady in the seat behind possibly sitting on it or something of the sort. But what I see is the string of yarn flying outside the train’s window. I was too shocked for words and all that I could do, was blabber to the lady asking her the same question over about five to six times, “you threw it out of the window? you threw it out of the window? you threw it out of the window?…...” and she to my disbelief responding with a YES each time! Clueless about how should I retort, the first thing that came to my mind, was to cut off the remaining yarn so that my scarf is saved. 😦

Once done with it, I demanded an explanation and what she had to say is that she got scared looking at it and threw it. For God’s sake!! It’s wool!! Haven’t you ever seen wool? Fine. Even if it’s a bomb, what how sensible are you being by throwing it out of the window and not informing anybody around or cautioning the others? The incident pissed me off so much. Also I lost my ball of lovely yarn. 😦

You are not a bad person, but you still dislike someone, for valid reasons or for no reason at all. Sound’s familiar? Guess it’s the presence of such people, which makes us appreciate the sensible ones for their intellect and awesomeness (had to use this word, just for the love of it!). What’s your take on such people?

ETA: Well, the scarf did turn out well inspite of the yarn mishap.. 😀 Here’s a peek.


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Heat is On

No… I’m not talking about the cricket World Cup. 😛 I’m talking about the season. Summer’s here. 😦 Summer last year had been really tough for me. Having come to Chennai in April I was in for big trouble.

The numerous sleepless nights when sleeping right under the fan also made no difference. Times when I was almost in tears as there was a power cut in the middle of the humid night ( yeah now people must be rolling their eyes thinking “Aah… these people from Bangalore!!” ). But that’s how nice it has been for me always. Having lived in Bangalore, I used to never used a fan even in summer, in fact always used a bedsheet. But things have changed a lot over the years there as well..

Here, I remember tossing and turning at night trying to fall asleep, washing my face umpteen number of times, the time when me and my roomies stood outside the house at two in the night as there was a power cut. I gave up sleeping on the bed and slept on the floor for three to four months.

We have just stepped into March and I dread to think about the period from April to July. I remember the words that my friend had told me when I had told him that I am going to Chennai. It was “there are just three seasons in Chennai, Hot, Hotter and Hottest“. Though his words have been true to quite an extent, I have been lucky enough to have experienced nice rain here last year. 🙂

Gone are the days when summer meant two month long vacations, playing throughout the day not bothering about the holiday homework until the last week of the vacation. The time when there would be at least three bottles of Mum made Rasna concentrate kept in the refrigerator, apart from the Roohafza, which only Dad liked. :-/ Now all that we do is try and reach the office early before it gets hot, spend the rest of the day in an air conditioned room and come back home after sunset. 😦

To all people living in places like Chennai, “all the best” and for the ones who are planning a long vacation to hill stations to beat the heat or better still, live in such places, “hmmph!! I am SO jealous“. :-/

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