August 01, 2009

From Bombay, part 1.

I wrote the following post before the previous post. But I wrote this offline. Hence posting it only now. As you can see, it is all about coming to Bombay and starting a new life etc. (This is more about missing Chennai, though.)


The change has happened. I wake up in a totally different place now. Yes, In Bombay. My parents
live here and I grew up here. But damn, Chennai is where I actually discovered my freedom. I miss Chennai.
I hate to say this, because when I was there I only cribbed about being in Chennai.
I have to admit it. I miss the stupid, idiotic little town (yes town) that Chennai is.

I wake up here to the realisation that I cannot go to Cee Dee Yes (CDS) for shopping
anymore? I wonder, what am I going to
do when I feel like eating at Murugan Idly Shop? What about fruits from Palamudir Cholai? What
should I do when I feel like telling the auto driver "Left-aa" and "Right-aa" or "Bridge Pukkatal
Nirutaranga" (I know someone is going to correct this spelling :))? Where should I go
when I feel like strolling on the Besant Nagar beach? Where should I have a tea if not on Selvam's
tea shop? What about the village sandwich? I can manage without playing badminton etc but what
about running to Madhyakailash and back? Who will make Belly's Frappe as nicely as the chef in Mash? I can
live I know, but without back-jump, tiger, mamma, kiddo it all looks difficult. I have been hearing
that the broken bridge will be demolished soon. This will be so so terrible. Will I ever get to be
near the bridge? Oh god, this is weird. Mainly because I never thought it would happen. I even seem
to miss my room, which I never even liked while I lived in it!

A few days ago a friend of mine had asked me how I felt about leaving Chennai. I had told her that
after six years, now that I am to leave, it seems
like this is about the right time to leave and say goodbye. I felt this with conviction as I said
it. Yes, it did seem right that I leave and move on. I cannot be staying in the same place, and
doing the same things; not while I am still looking for more opportunities to learn and and of
course earn. But I sure miscalculated how I would take to this change. It is harder than I gauged.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I had always wondered how the resident Englishmen felt when they left fort St. George. Your post is very helpful towards that.

Fool said...

:D :D :D :D :D :D; From Bay of Bengal to Arabian Sea; from Kashmir to Kanyakumari;... there is no place like Madras... whoops, sorry, did I get the name wrong?.. yes, there is no place like Chennai!!!