Chennai ho!
It’s been four months now since I landed at Chennai, armed with the usual apprehensions that people moving here from other parts of the country, harbor while coming here, no doubt aided by solicitious but well-meaning friends who warned me I wouldn’t last long . The weather, they said- as in hot, hotter and hottest. Language. Culture shock. Food. It wasn’t easy in the beginning, especially attenuated by the fact that I belong to a stressful occupation which multiplied the shock effect , but thankfully, the concerns have decreased over the months . At times, I still feel like throwing in the towel and drifting away to cooler and kinder climes, where inspiration would not necessarily need perspiration. I find myself dreaming of Pune and its salubrious climate, or remembering the cool Kolkata winters. Dreaming of enjoying the food in Hyderabad- Hyderabadi Biriyani, Chicken 65 et al. And on a visit to Delhi, I did marvel at the...