Mister Madras

Please note:- While you’re more than welcome to judge me, kindly refrain from reading further if you’re someone who gets offended easily or are underage. Though I know that if you’re reading this sentence you’re going to read the rest of it below no matter what. Stating this is my responsibility and I’ve done it. And while we’re at it, don’t expect this post to have a climax (no double meaning intended) as this isn’t a story but just another experience that I believe is worth sharing. There are somethings you don’t want the world to know and there a few things you want to surprise the world with on how some random things can happen at the weirdest of places. So here is one such story that only the closest of my friends know, that involves two of my other friends who, if they end up reading this, would even go to the lengths of killing me. (Macha, sorry da, had to say this to the world). Date:  Saturday night, Winter of 2012 Time:  La...

The moment I decided my 100th post was nearing, I knew I had to write something about I love the most and it didn’t me take long to figure out what it was. Chennai is more than a hometown to me. Just like how I stood out as a proud Indian away from my country, inside it, I’ve been been a Tamilian and Chennaite. Ever since day one in the last 26 years, I’ve stayed 5 years away from the city and another five much further than that, and just like how they say you’d miss something when it’s not with you, I missed my city as much I missed my mother. In spite of having my uni mates living next to my university in London in a dorm, I decided to live in East Ham, an area in East London that’s got a huge Indian population. I still remember the days walking down the foreign streets wearing a ‘You can take me out of Chennai but not the Chennai inside me’. And when I got back for good, more than the content of seeing my family and loved ones, I felt c...