Yday was a nostalgia drive back to the place I had spent 3 years, and returning back I felt nothing had changed, except me. For starters, spencer plaza looked like an old crumbling building rather then the most happening place in Chennai. And only two major retailers :O, in a mall, that I assumed was India’s biggest, even pizza hut dint taste right.
In Chennai the auto meters are unheard off, and 150rupees has no value in auto language, I took an auto from Mount Road to T-Nagar for 60bucks, but then that was caz my bro had warned me, otherwise after asking those four or five autos I would have thought 150 was the norm.
And then T-nagar, it managed to put off a hardnosed shopaholic like me, I was planning on going to Pothys, but then even pothy’s was overflowing with Diwali shoppers. Damn all the money I would have saved if I was in Chennai, sri-shopping=fortunate.
City center was a surprise, but then the food court was terrible.
Not everything was stale, the beach was awesome as always. My sister, after playing in the waves for a while, was wondering aloud, how big and forceful Tsunami waves would have been, but then stopped when mom asked her to shut up. Well after that sis dear maintained a respectful distant from the big waves. And what are the odds
this(Tsunami hits Samoas) hppnd this morning. Life is a million chances.
Dinner was in Green Park, Vadapalani, treat from bro, inferences
1. My mom is an awesome cook
2. Chennai folks have a terrible dressing sense
Before you start screaming, here is the thing, I was in Chennai for 3years, before moving to blore, and I have been to the right places, and seen lots of people. The best the girls can do is Westside kurtas and terrible fitting jeans. And the guys, god knows what they wear. Back then when I couldn’t afford a Westside Kurta I thought they rocked, but now that I know what money can buy, I would prefer a W-kurta or atleast something which isn’t worn by the whole college. Gosh I saw lots of them wearing full length skirts in crushed material, and horrendously weird T-shirts. Chennai definitely makes you feel at home, if you dint know about cothes, food or mad-spending.
Thanks to blore, iam not wearing the same Westside kurta, that every so-called-happening third person is wearing in Chennai. But thanks to blore iam living on my credit card :(