A Great Deal More Than Aloo Parathas and Balle-Balle!

Punjab is a country in itself. Or so they would like to believe :P

Not an attack, not at all. But after a visit that offered a peek into their culture, customs and history, I come back all amazed, and whirring with the colours that the city flashes at you.

So it was a one day visit to Amritsar. We had an amazing localite for a guide. Babbu aka Devender Singh. We dropped the bags off at a hotel and headed straight to a Dhaba for breakfast. Kulchas and Parathas. dripping with ghee, with a hundred flavours that tantalize your tastebuds..Heavenly is the word. We stuffed ourselves till we could eat no more.

Amritsar is a small city, it still has this old world charm about it. You see ancient arch ways and spires that do not look the least out of place next to neon lit dhabas and crowded market places bustling with denim and sneakers clad men going about their businesses. But what hits you more is the colour! Bright hues, all around you. Like butterflies flitting around, and not restricted to gender. The men sport colourful pagris and the women, as always, have no dearth of choice.

We visited a couple of temples in the morning. Their temples allow photography! And they are worth being clicked too, I should say. Their idols are nothing like the stone sculptures we see in the south- they are neatly chiseled, decked and ornamented- such a feast to the eyes. 

We visited two such temples- One called the Vaishno Devi, which is a simulation of the real Vaishno Devi temple, with all its caves and corridors. The other was the Ram Tirath temple, which is, according to legend, the place where devi Sita lived, and raised her twin sons Luv and Kush, after she was banished from his kingdom by  Lord Ram. When he performed the Ashwamedha yagna, this was where his sons intercepted the horse, and this was where the Lord had reunited with his family.

Around lunch Babbu took us to the Golden Temple. The temple itself, its ambience, cleanliness, the seva, the sanctity and the reverence that the place held to the Sikhs cannot be put to words. We had the langar, (food served to all visitors at all Gurudwara), which is touted to be very tasty, but for some reason I felt it was overrated. We visited the museum- and then is when the gravity of the great Sikh heritage hits you. Their valour, sacrifices and inherent greatness is out there for all to see- and then you wonder who ever came up with all those irritating Sardaji jokes.

 We troop into the Jallianwala Bagh which is next door. We all know the history. Some pics that would give you an idea of the horror.

Finally we head to the much written about, much heard of Wagha Border for the famous Retreat ceremony. Forgive me, but it was sheer madness. A 3500-strong crowd sits in the gallery, with a mere 200-300 odd, from the Pakistan side of the gallery, a few metres away. The impeccable march and ceremonial closure of the gate is marred by the crowds jostling for space, pushing and pulling around, with absolutely no respect for the National flag. Add to it some lathi charge from the police men, trying to keep the crowd in check. And an army officer who mistakenly tries to spice up the sober ceremony by egging the already fanatical crowd to shout ‘Bharat Mata ki..JAI’, ‘Bhande..MATARAM’ and the like.  No, not my style.

And then, there is nothing else of touristic importance. We find time to shop. Jutis, patialas, and suits with amazing phulkari work- that I cannot wait to show off. Babbu buys us Aam papad and takes us to this local pani puri wala who offers us- for 20 bucks- 6 puris, each dipped in a different flavor of pani. I forget the flavours, but I remember grinning through the whole episode. And there ends my first, and probably only taste of Punjab, but, to sum it all up in a word- Respect!

Summer Nightmares

   I have always had a love-hate relationship with the month of May. All through school, you longingly wait for the long vacation where days are supposed to be longer, but in truth, fly by faster- still the heat turns you off so much, and you can literally feel the fluids being sucked out of yourself.

   Out of school and college, still there is no dramatic change to the situation now. And this May is so screwed up- I am at a loss as to how I can sail through it.

   For those who are not from around here- the following would give you an idea of our state. 

   I work with a company where travel and location shift is commonplace. So it is not unusual to see new faces swimming around the corridors every other week. So one not-so-fine April morning I walk into the ladies rest room, and run into this cute thing who I remember, was from Dehra Dun, fanning her sweaty herself vigorously.

“So HOT isn’t it?”

   I gave her a sympathetic nod. I wanted to tell her that this was just the beginning, and that the sun was going to act crazier with every passing day. I shut up. She did not.

“I have become so BLACK, you know. HOW do you people survive here?!!”

   I have faced this question from I-know-not-how-many people. The snide joke that I got from a friend from Pune was that Chennai has only 2 weather conditions. Either it is hot. Or very hot. Nothing else.

   Maybe we have just got accustomed to it. Acclimatization’s new definition: staying sane at 45 degrees C.

The ironic truth is that all the to-do things on my bucket list-which I would have been finding ways and means to achieve, would spring out from nowhere only during the infamous ‘Summer Vacation’ time. The already-did items that I ticked off my list in the past couple of weeks were- the sea-floating adventure, with the CTC (I used to gloat about it, calling it sea-diving, but there are too many smart people around these days), visiting the Chennai museum (which is still the same- more dusty, probably) and kick starting my German class (Guten Tag!).

   The yet to be initiated list includes- Kung-fu class at the YMCA (self defense is the mantra), a snake hunt expedition with the Madras Crocodile Bank Trust (yes, I get a high out of digging snakes out and brandishing them, like Steve Irwin), a bikers expedition with the CTC (no, I would just ride pillion and look pretty). And. The crowning glory of the big list- A trip. To Delhi. And from there to Amritsar.

A Punjabi friend asked me if I left my brain at the museum.

   Delhi is going to be a furnace, he told me. And Amritsar is going to be worse. A week in the blazing heat is directly proportional to the intensity of the tan that I will proudly showcase on my return. Just in time for my dear cousin’s wedding. South Indian weddings, for the uninitiated, are occasions where random uncles and aunts walk up to eligible looking girls, and shoot a standard set questions.

1. What is your name? (erm. Stranger?!)
2. Who is your dad/mum? “Ah, you are her daughter!! You have grown so big! I remember seeing you when you were this small!” (Midget size. Did they hope I would be stuck in time?)
3. So are you in college? What, you finished college? You are working?!(just when you are reveling in the unsaid compliment…)
4. How much salary do you get in hand? (gasp*)

   You are still in shock. By then the snoopy aunty has gone over to interrogate some other unsuspecting girl.

So, evidently the mum is very anxious for me. Because weddings such as these are breeding grounds for future marriage proposals, and given the fetish for “tall, fair, beautiful” girls in the marriage market, she is very wary about the impending tan. And though I might not give a second thought about scoring high ratings in the marriage market, who does like a tan, pray? So, I would probably give some good old sunscreen a shot.

Watch out this space for pictures- sans the tan. A Mid-summer night’s dream- no more nightmares!

At- The Piano

So this is my Resolution for the month of February. To revive my dying blog. (Atleast) One (meaningful, useful, sensible) post a week.


Weekend before last, we had been to Bangalore. Met a couple of friends, walked along the streets, lots of laughter, crazy fun. This is not my first trip to the city, but it was one of the most special trips, in many ways. For one, this was the first time I was there sans family, so there was no pre- defined itinerary. Every next action was on impulse. On one of those impulsive moments, we ‘just’ decided to go to this place called The Piano.


I wanted to figure out the exact location of the place, but it does not even show up on google, which I think could either be 1. Such a shame – because it is one of the most amazing pubs that I have ever been to, else 2. They are doing famously well without all the unwanted publicity, which is a credit, by itself. So I shall try to give you a near accurate location of this hidden place-it is located on the Castle road- Near Museum Road (!!)


So in we tromp, four hungry souls, two already in dream land about the fare in store (these buggers had been to the same place the previous night) and the other two, neck deep in expectation, having heard such tummy-inspiring tales, that they simply HAD to sample the place. First thing that struck us was the ambience. Not overdone. Filled with knick-knacks. Funny one liners all over the walls. Make you stop, read, grin, and then walk on. Nice crowd, and nicer staff. Made one feel genuinely welcome, the sort of people who come by, crack a joke or two, laugh with you, and continue their work.


So we were settled in our table, the much awaited menu arrives. This is the best part. The specialty of this place is- flavoured beer. They come in 6 diferent flavours, the ones that we had, I would recommend: Fruit beer (beer mixed with passion fruit juice), Bee sting (the name says it- with a hint of honey) and lemon beer- of course. In a word- AMAZING. Out of the world. Though, after going this far I must warn you- Once you have this, beer would never be the same again. Post this we asked for a pitcher of ‘normal’ beer- and it simply wouldn’t go down.

A few lines about the food as well: Pretty decent, though I wouldn’t call it pocket friendly. They boast of chicken wings in a variety of flavours. We had something called the Old Monk- which is not recommended at all. It was way too spicy, with a little bit of sweet somewhere in between, that teased your tongue and made your eyes water. Vegetarian fare was pretty good- said the Vegetarian who accompanied us. Non vegetarian- Great stuff. Nachos, the lamb lasagna, and the stroganoff. All cooked perfectly, in their own way. (Though, personally, the best stroganoff that I have had would be at 10 Downing Street, Chennai, anytime) Meal for four- Rs 2,400. But worth every paisa of it.

Nithya,

        I have always believed that friends you make- atleast the best ones, will always stay. No matter what. And suddenly, towards the fag end of 2011, I seem to have been saying bye byes to many people who have grown to mean so much to me- First Sameer, then it’s almost time for Jennyka to leave, and then- the last person I would dream of not having around- you.

       
        Though I keep mentioning many, many friends, I’m sure, Nithya,, you know that there are some that I prize more than many others, and, I want you to know that you fall in that list. Office, and Chennai- in general, post Jan 8 is going to a lot duller for me. I keep putting off thinking about it, but today I realize that next week, this time, you would be all packed to leave. I am glad you are brave enough to follow your heart for what you want- it is not a decision many of us would be able to easily make, but I am also going to miss you very very much. The magnitude doesn’t sink in now. It would not sink in, until 9^th morning, when I reach work, and ping you for the weekend gossip. It would not sink in until we don’t have you around for chai. You are not going to be there to kick Ranjith as nobody would dare to (considering his size :P) or ask Arun to shut up or roll your eyes about something that somebody says- an action which only few of us would catch. You wouldn’t be there saying. ‘let’s leave babe’, and those train rides with the incessant chatter or comfortable silences would be gone. Almost a year of travelling together- it is going to be very hard. Then there would be the Friday Toastmasters sessions that would need you so bad to fill in for some role or the other, some shopping that needs to be done, some new eating place that I would love to check out, or some sense that I would want drilled inside me- and an empty space which you had been filling in this far.

        I think of all the fun times I had this year, and more than often, it has you sharing the frame with me. The turtle walk, Himalayas,Nagala, innumerable birthday parties, beach fun, long rides, shopping, train rides, gossip, heart talk, free advice inebriated giggles, laughter, Pondicherry, Ooty, so many new eating places, lots of laughter, and, inevitably, some testing times as well, that we did cross pretty reasonable well.

        I am glad I came to know you- I admire you for many things, and you have taught me a great deal. How to pick up and move on. How it’s okay to try for what you want. And how to gracefully accept it when you don’t get it.  How to come to terms with the madness that the heart wrecks. How to set goals- and achieve them. How to selflessly love people, and be loved back. How to support friends when they need you, and be soothed by their support when you need it real bad.

        I know this is not bye bye, per se. Less than a week after you leave, I am going to there, anyway. And yes, you are going to be coming down, or I am going to be travelling to Pune every now and then. Work or not- excuses are not hard to come by J Still, you are going to be missed, in a way that is hard to pen down, and cannot be expressed, until felt.

        I want you to know that you maean a lot to us, you make us all very very proud of you, and I wish you a very happy 2012- may this year bring you all the happiness, answers and truck loads of money and loads of travel, merriment and joy :-) 

Ps- I know there are a lot of better pics, but I wanted to capture the ‘moments’ :P

The French Connection

          Very often it happens that there would be some marvelous destination that is a stone’s throw from your place, and you never really take the trouble to check it out; keep putting it off for another day, but head to distant locales, throwing more cash than you intended to on those vacations. And one fine day, you make up your mind to ‘just go check the damn place out’- and fall in love with it. Exactly what happened to me this weekend, at Pondicherry.

          I had always wanted to go to this little Union Territory, close to four hours from Chennai, by road., for the French connection that it offered. Having learnt enough of the language and culture for a good five-six years, with the folks at the Alliance Français  doing a pretty remarkable job of it, it was only natural that I  wanted to go see if it was  la meme chose.

          And boy it was. Much, much better!!!

          We started from Chennai at around 4 pm and the drive was uneventful, reaching Pondicherry at around 7.30 pm. The best part about the trip was that two among us were locals, so they had an itinerary in their heads, saving us precious research time. And I can say, no amount of research and planning would have made a better trip that what these friends had drawn up for us. We headed to one of their homes to dump the bags and freshen up. Then we headed out for the night. 

          The UT is markedly split into two- the French quartiers and the Indian neighborhoods. The architecture, colours, the crowd, even the width of the roads, spelt the difference. Smart policemen with red hats caught my attention everywhere we drove through. That is also a French-hand-me-down custom, I hear.  We went to this settlement near the beach, with all the roads named Rue-blah-blah. The spot is simply awesome for a walk- the weather and the bunch of merry friends only complementing the scene. We went to this diner called Le Club, Rue Dumas. Amazing place- great ambience and music, splendid food, only slightly expensive. Wanting to experiment authentic French cuisine, the gang asked me to choose. I picked dishes that I remembered from text books: Poulet au citron- (Lemon Chicken?)  and Poulet à la Crème de Champignon (Chicken cooked with mushroom sauce). The mushroom sauce won.

          We headed to the beach carrying clinking bottles of breezers. There was this push cart selling fried fish, squid, macaroni, fried rice and noodles. I’m blaming it on the Indian appetite, because the single course meal at Le Club was simply not filling enough. We settled down on the sand less beach, making ourselves comfortable on the rocks, with the moon for company. In a word- Amazing. I would rate this the best part of the trip. Pulling one another’s legs,  sipping and stuffing our faces with food, giggling away, with the boys having more than enough eye candy for themselves- it was a very fine evening indeed.

          We headed back home quite late, calling it a day. The next morning saw us up just in time for brunch. We went back to the same quartier, walking around, checking curio shops, and saying non, merci at anything that was offered. Expensive stuff. Very very. But great ideas, if you are the handicrafts sort of person.

More food at La Terrasse,, Beach Corner. Fairly economical, good food, frequented by a mixed crowd. I even walked over to a gang of French girls and struck up a little bit of conversation...good fun. We ordered quite a bit, but I would recommend the steaks, pizzas and a certain bacon omelette. Very tasty.

          Post lunch, we drove to this spot that not many tourists know of. The residents took us there to show it off, and we couldn’t stop going ‘oooh-aaaah’ over it. It is a little down the rickety road from the light house- a pier leading into the beach, for a good two hundered metres. The sun was playing spoil sport, but it is a splendid place to go for a swim, or to just chill out. We hung around there for a while, and started back home…the poor man’s holiday, but couldn’t have asked for more!

          The way back was eventful enough, with Gaurav promising me a three digit numeral on the R15 speedometer- and keeping it. And ironically, after we relinquished the bike to Arun and switched to the car, he was caught for over speeding: 65 Kmph. (straight face)

          Some favoured must visit places apart from those mentioned- Madame Shante’s, Rendezvous, Auroville and the Ashram. Auroville stays closed between 12 noon and 4 pm, so you might want to plan accordingly. All of us had visited the Ashram, so we just skipped it- but it is beautiful- soothing. On a closing note- - Pondy is an awesome destination, every Chennaite simply has to visit it atleast once. You have no idea what you are missing!

          The other day, we had this debate at Toastmasters, the L&T Chapter. It was one of those topics that has been debated enough, through the centuries past, and will always be questioned for those that follow. Capital Punishment? Or Forgive and let live? I had gruesome facts and figures, but no matter what I said, my friend Gaurav stood his stand- prisons reform people. In the solitary confinement of a prison, he said, a man is condemned to live with nothing but this thoughts. He lives his past again, and withers away thinking about the future that he could have had. He craves for the love of his family, and buries himself in regret. ‘You have no idea what goes on inside their heads during those days, with nothing but stench, walls, stale food and survival instinct for company’ he told me in a low voice, with a buddhist-monk ring to it, ‘Read Shantaram’.

          And soon enough, it landed on my lap- gift wrapped. I kept putting off reading it. 900 odd pages needed exclusive attention and time. I was then reading a Harold Robbins, that was followed by a couple of Arthur Haileys..and when there was absolutely nothing to read on a rainy evening, I flipped this open.

And I was hooked.

          The tale is written in first person. Gregory David Roberts claims it is a true story, the grim details make you hope it is not. The title, Shantaram, is what Roberts’ friend’s mother names him when he visits a remote village in Maharashtra. Man of Peace. Though, through the entire length of the book, he goes by the name Lin. Lin baba. He is convict, a heroin addict, who escapes from prison in Australia, lands in Mumbai- and falls for the city. He lives in a slum, he starts a free clinic there, he trades in the black market, gets involved with the local mafia, fights a war in Afghanistan, stars in a Bollywood movie, attains international smuggler status, falls in love, and throughout- describes every detail with amazing clarity, that the words come alive, coming together to form motion pictures in your head.

          It is ironic, I believe, after reading this book, that a gora has taught me so much about the Mumbai that I share a very special bond- it is my mum’s city and the city where I was born. Not only did I pick some more Marathi from it (I’m in the Marathi learning phase currently), I also got to know quite a bit about the people and the culture of the city. The standing babas. The mafia. Cocaine. Cold turkey. Smuggling. Love.  Friendship. Death. Trust. Prisons. Black markets. Forgery. Guns. Refugees. And the value of life. How each one of us ought to be happy to simply be alive. And the gift that call the present.

You should read it to get the feel of it. It would ruin the surprise if I said more.

          Through the past week, I had also been giving a few friends a very hard time, texting phrases and quotes from the book, at very odd hours, as I was reading. Some moved my heart, some made me think, some made me go- ‘THAT Is the answer!’.  Some of those, for you guys:

“Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised and we can never know which one is which until we've loved them, left them or fought with them.”

“Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have - to hold on to tight, until the dawn.”

“We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.”

“We find it easier to be brave for someone else than we do for ourselves alone.”

“Silence is the tortured man’s revenge.”

“Nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.”

“At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread instead is that we won’t stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone.”

“When we are young, we think suffering is something that is done to us. As we grow older, we realize that real suffering is measured by what is taken away from us.”

“Most loves are like this: your heart feels like an overcrowded life boat. First you throw pride out to keep it afloat. Then your self respect. Then your independence. After a while, you throw people out-your friends, everyone you used t know. But it still keeps sinking, and you know it’s taking you down with it.”

“People haven't stopped believing in love. They haven't stopped wanting to be in love. They just don't believe in a happy ending anymore.”

“We know who we are and define what we are by reference to the people we love and our reasons for loving them.”

The gyan overflows. But it brought me peace. a lot of it.

A Tale Of Two Cities

          Yes, I know my choice of title is pathetic, sad, still. I have not posted in such a long while that I have been feeling extremely guilty for having been this mean to the blog. So here goes. This (of course) is a tale of two cities. One is my Chennai, and wonder as I might how it is rationally possible to even amount this much love toward a city, I find no answers, and only increased respect, for this misunderstood and (relatively) conservative, slow city. The second is Pune, where I went on this mini-vacation for an extended weekend, and simply could not get enough of. The funny bit in this story is that around the same time I went to Pune, a couple of Pune friends came to Chennai for a couple of months, on work. So while I was, over here, playing the expert city-guide and taking them around, over there, I was chauffeured around, playing tourist, dainty darling, and all fussed over. EOD- lots of fun, happy memories, and wide smiles.
           Pune is one city that boasts of providing domicile to a number of very close friends of mine. Ironically, when I left to Pune, two of those friends were ‘condemned to Chennai’ as they would like to put it, at around the same time, but that is a different war altogether and we shall not go into those details. So when I land in Pune, I expect to see just one friend, taking an extended lunch break to whisk me away to work. Instead I see a mini welcome committee (yes, three IS a crowd!) and I am already all smiles. The Pune airport is- yes, no other word for it- Small. It bears this lost, deserted look. But that can be excused. As I step out of the airport, I look for the sun dude. I feel the warmth, but no glare. And as I ride on the pillion, all of a sudden a mild drizzle makes me grin. And I learn that these drizzles are common place here. More grins. I bum around in CCD for a couple of hours, waiting for my crowd to finish work. Then we all head to Apache, on FC road- Ferguson College Road. And we sit there from 7 pm to..close to 11 pm. Long, but I lose track of how time flew. I vaguely remember someone-Soham(or was it Ninad?), scribbling on the wall with ketchup, loud, incessant laughter, and a tummy ache that resulted from it, walking (with support) on the roads in the drizzle (again), chocolate paan, a shouting war with Sameer- for no valid reason, of course, I just missed fighting with him, and finally, home, dry clothes, a cozy bed, and the two girlfriends- Dipa and Deepa, who are in the mood for girl-talk. The next day, we walk to a very late breakfast. Then we meet another close friend, Ru, who has come all the way from Mumbai, (big hug to you for that). He tells me, “Gitu, I’m not going to take you to the malls and the cinemas. They are the same everywhere.” And he takes me hill-climbing somewhere on the Pune-Mumbai highway. And I cannot get enough of the climate! You can imagine, a hidden sun, surprise sprinkles, and three friends who are all energy- I don’t remember what I found funny or what we spoke about, but I remember a lot of smiles. Oh, and a bullock that charged at us. And before we know it, it’s close to dinner time and we meet Ru’s dad, say pranaam, talk for a while, then uncle tells Ru, “Take them na, to Corinthians.” So off we set to Corinthians. In a word- Amazing place. I don’t know if it was the climate, or crowd, or the sheer architecture/design of the place that made the evening so magical (it was definitely not the food), but that, was a night to remember! The next morning, we wake up to feast on Misal Pav. And then I am taken around to all the roads- MG Road, FC Road, JM Road..yes, I’m already an expert! I stuff myself with SPDP and Pani puri, and walk around so much that my legs tire, and then I stuff myself with scraped chocolate shakes from Cad-B. And before I know it, day 3 finishes even before it started, and it’s time to leave! The next morning, I want to try Dosa in Pune. It was a bad idea. The best dosas are made where they belong. Period. But- I had the best coffee of my life at MM Restaurant, Aundh. Highly recommended. And then, all teary farewells and promises to meet soon ensue.. . And I board the plane back home. .
          Now it is my turn to play the tour guide, and show my city off. To people from Pune. But Anup and Shreyas are nice guys. I know for a fact that after their city, the sun was roasting them alive, but they bravely put up with it. I had my visit-agenda in place- they had theirs. The very first weekend they hit Pondicherry. Anup recommends Madame Santé, which specializes in authentic French cuisine. A little expensive, but great food. What does Chennai offer to a tourist? Variety in food, so we sampled biryani, idly, dosa, pongal, vada- the likes. We have no dearth of malls. Express Avenue leads the pack, closely followed by Sky walk, Spencers and Citi Centre. It is such a mad race to obtain tickets for movies during the weekends, though. We went all the way to AGS, Villivakkam once, to catch a show. Oh, and the boys booked tickets in AGS Navalur for another movie- that got cancelled an hour before the show. Yes, the theatre is outside the city, and yes, that also happens. We have the beach!! Clean beaches, clean water, but, are they safe enough for a small crowd is the question. The Puneites tell me that they love the transport facilities here. And the share auto system. That, I should second. It is a boon. God’s answer to the overpriced auto-wallahs. We have some great spots to visit around Chennai- but the sad part is that they are all so far off. We went to Mahabalipuram one Sunday. It took us the whole day to visit it and come back- but it was definitely worth it. And I highly recommend the light house climb. The view is worth the climb. We also went to Dakshin Chitra last weekend. That is one place every tourist simply MUST be taken to- because it captures the essence of South India- if not wholly, atleast enough to take back home. Great souvenirs, moderately priced, but awesome food, and lots of things to see! We went to 10, Downing street that other day, and that is another place that you could go over to, for lunch or dinner. Recommend taking a visitor there, anytime. I have taken people there all the time, and they are always floored. We also got to take them to T Nagar to experience a flavor of the Chennai shopping experience. I was looking for trekking spots around Chennai- Sadly there are none that are very close by. I happened to visit Nagala recently- but even that is close to 3 hours away. And if I am not wrong- it is the closest. So today I was making a list of all the places I ought to have taken them to- I added MGM/ Kishkinta- the theme parks. And Murugan Idly kadai. I think every visitor also needs to be taken to one of the many authentic Chettiar restaurants around- and try the fish fry. To the ones who bond with nature- Vedanthangal is a must during the season. And definitely take them to one of our big temples- Mylapore or Vadapalani. And grab some sundal and sit in the breeze, popping them into our mouths. Anup and Shreyas leave today, and I have promised them all these during their next visit, But ending on a don-your-thinking-caps-please note: what else do we offer that is uniquely ‘Chennai’?