It has been a really long time since I last posted here. And just to keep you informed I am still here in Chennai. The things have been pretty much the same; there are men with white faces, ladies with yellow faces and there is me with an uneasy face. Now the former two are results of powder and turmeric used by them and the latter one is also the result of powder and turmeric used by them. Although, I shall have to admit that I am not new to this concept of powdering the face; thanks to my two years in TAPMI. But, to see every second person like that makes me uneasy. I don’t think anybody would like to put on such a ridiculous “make-up” and go out everyday. It shows that either they don’t have mirror in their homes or this is their definition of looking beautiful. Even when I reach office, I see people combing there hair first in the parking lot, then in the mirror adjacent to the lift and then again in the restrooms. It shows that people here are very conscious about their looks and that always reminds me that I am still in the city of “colourful” people.
Around two weeks back it started raining heavily here and I thought “Thank God, finally some change is there.” But that again brought with itself some agony. Now it looks like that the sea has crossed over into the city as every street and road is flooded.
I can live with that since now the weather is much more pleasant here than it was when I came here. But when I say that the weather has become pleasant (which is highly subjective in Chennai) I mean only the look and feel of it, not the smell. Generally in weather like this people tend to go out and breathe fresh air but here if you try to breathe then you will be on the ground choking like the character in the first scene of The Rock (remember the movie with Sean Connery, Nicholas Cage). Even if it drizzles the city starts stinking like instead of water the city is showered with hundreds of rotten animals and tons of garbage. If Chennai was an airplane then I bet that the oxygen masks would be out 24x7 in the rainy season.
As I said the weather becoming pleasant is highly subjective because for most of the people around me it is like their life’s worst winter season. People here are geared up for this like they have shifted to Siberia. You can see them in jackets, sweaters, caps and everything else known to mankind required to survive at North Pole. And if you are roaming around in just shirt or t-shirt, like me, then you will see some strange looking faces staring at you.
So, I stay in the comfort of my air-conditioned room and avoid these staring eyes, the stench and the city.