It is that time of the year when all the North Indians shamelessly inhabiting ‘Chinnai’ stop cribbing about the weather. The monsoons are awaited with bated breath by everyone belonging to either side of the plateau. If you are someone who has grown up here, the heat is hardly a topic of heated discussion.
But October is the beginning of all things special in Madras. The kucheri buzz with the dazzling diamond sporting maamis flaunting their kanjeevarams like peacocks makes you believe in Mylapore and T Nagar with renewed vigor. The smell of sambar podi (without masala) maavu mills crosses your mental nose nostalgically.
The Metro Plus is a sought after morning dose of comfort zone reaffirmation. Anyone with a ‘Madras’ past can tell you that the Mylapore Times, along with some filter coffee on a lazy Saturday morning, punctuated by oldies commenting on the quality of ‘Subam Ganesan’s ‘vella seedai’ is truly a killer combination.
The theatre fest where all the modern enthu cutlet future inhabitants of Bay Area congregate to watch some clever puns sprinkled between boring monologues is equally alluring. The maami crowd has a slight twist to it. Like Jeeram thaalichukottina pasta.The pochumpalli style to the saree and the Tanishq twist to the diamonds. Like fusion music, it is fun to experience and fresh on the senses.
Not to mention the maargazhi utsavams on television blaring across several tvs positioned on various levels creating a sort of cacophony that retains its mad magic even in one’s ‘sound’ memory.
Bring on the monsoon. Start the season with a shower, O Indra.
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