Chandigarh To Chennai- Part 1


Disclaimer: This post is spiced up! Take everything I say here with a pinch of salt.

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“Anything but Noida” I prayed as I opened my offer letter. The prayers stood answered. I was being relocated to Chennai. I gave a shout of happy laughter. Finally, my chance to visit South India was here! I went to my parent’s room to give them the good news, only to them no news could have been more horrid!

“Chennai?!?” asked my mother in awe, eyes wide.

“Chennai!” I exclaimed nodding my head, a big grin lighting up my face.

“Chennai.”, my father said, keeping his newspaper down, looking as if to come to terms with the fact.

“Chennai”, my mother said again looking at my father, almost resignedly.

“CHENNAI!!!”, I laughed and danced happily out of the room.

The days that have followed have had all of my relatives calling up… and providing condolences. “Chennai- Horrid weather”, they say while they happily endure Mohali’s 47 degree heat & no electricity! That’s the way the Punjab Electricity Board reminds us to remember them, albeit not fondly. My father, initially, could not get over the fact that I’ll be in a place where people wore lungis all the time… To him all I could say was, “Well, South Indians can’t fathom a place where everyone wears a turban all the time, but do you hear them complaining?” My mother was all about me reading Chetan Bhagat’s Two States. “You’ll know how difficult it is to be a North Indian and live there, once you read the book.” Maybe it did not occur to her that I’d get to know all of that whether or not I read that one book. But since she wanted me to, I’m currently reading the book.

Of course, accommodation search for Chennai started with us sitting in Chandigarh. Calls were put through to relatives of friends of relatives… who much obligingly gave all information they knew. My mother ended up calling some women’s hostel and came out with tears in her eyes. Tears induced by laughter. She had just had a 15 minute long conversation with the Hostel warden/ Land lady. The only thing she had got out of the conversation was that “Seri” meant “Yes”, she thought. And “one room, attached bathroom, very neat!” Very neat indeed, I thought… my parents had gone from utter disbelief to skepticism to laughing their heads off at the communication gap I was about to endure.

But I’m not being fair. Not all my relatives had bad things to say about my relocation. My sister had something positive to say- “On the bright side, they have real good south Indian food there”

Right- South India- South Indian food. Made sense! :P

Well, in 6 days, I’ll be somewhere I have never been before, and while it causes my parents much anxiety, it brings to me only utter excitement and the chance to see South India extensively. My dreams lie waiting somewhere near that hot and humid place… and no matter what anyone says, I’m sooo ready for it!!!

From turbans to Lungis it is!

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