Madurai...The City that never Sleeps...

True to those words enga ooru thoongi nan enaikume pathathu ilai... It starts with the freshness in the morning when we go out and see people queueing to get milk, the small tea shops with hot milk boiling and chaya ready to be given... men squatting near the shops waiting for the tea.. apadiye cut panrom.. shot moves to the ladies who are readily with their kola maavu* to start painting their imagination in front of their house... This scene is really missing as we move out of the city to the metro life... omg.. how much i am missing being at home...


The hustle bustle life starts slowly, the milk man going from one home to another, the paper boy throwing papers, ammas preparing breakfast for their kids and the husbands and the family... Kids on cycles to schools, Men hurrying in their bikes... all these are regular morning plights in every city.. yes i agree.. but Maduraikunu oru Shtyle irukunga...

You should be very talented to ride a bike in Madurai. If you have ridden a bike here then you can ride it anywhere... apadi oru logic... god knows when the person going in front of us will turn, dono which side is he going to turn, though the right indicator will keep blinking he still will not turn at times, when the Green light turns on the signal people rush like they are participating in a F1 race... The steaming looks i get from my dad when i ride it along with the crowd... nowadays as we are turning into the wonder world of telecommunications, people drive/ride with cell phones on their ear (even the cyclist holds his mobile and not bothering about others but ride to his own glory) ...

Speaking about respect... Madurailathaanga kathukanum. Any person is treated with due respect here... After setting foot into Chennai the first thing that shook me hard was the way we were treated by the local automan... "Enga oorula epadi mariyathaiya pesuvaanga theriyuma" My friends should be tired of hearing this stmt from me all the time...

The "Manmanam maratha pengal". Western shtyle is trying hard to step into Madurai... Though u see women in jean or kurthas, the traditional manam is still there. You can see girls in half saree, Sarees mostly and chudidhars come next and a few % of jeans and others. What more do you want

More stories to continue later...

I want to dont want paal...

Kids these days ... i tell u .... imagine the same statement been told by our Amma Appas about us... if we had imagined ourselves to be smarter than our parents... here comes the shock of our lives.. kids are far far better now... they dont even think before they speak coz they have it all stored in them.. coming to the title of this blog.. My best friends 2 year old daughter says this statement to say she doesnt want milk :)

No more do we need to check the correctness of this statement, the message is clearly conveyed to us.. she doesnt want to drink milk... lol... i pity her mom... I happen to roam around with this bunch of family crowd, though i dont mainly baby sit the kids.. but enjoy playing with them, they have so much to tell us... They are stubborn in what they want, they know to gain attention, they bargain more than us, we need to bribe them more... and they are too fast in learning things... they dont lose energy... omg... This lil lady am speaking about is full of josh... as they say... a F1 racer loses 5kgs after a race, everytime iam with her.. i feel i have lost 1kg.. running behind her and playing with her.. but it is fun... as they grow i think we need to be all the more prepared to answer all their questions...

Had we been so much energitic or been this shrewd... god knows...

Chennaiiiiiiii......

So long Chennaila irunthuruken.. and whts up.. no blogs about it.. here i come with my new stories... Happened to be in Chennai last week during Valentines day and voila.. Chennai has undergone a great change... The moment i landed in Chennai i was in sheer joy, First am gonna meet my friends.. and the second thing was Shopping... Whats more than shopping for a girl..

Just put down my bags in my friends house and then started straight for dinner at a famous hotel in chennai. Velavasi eririchu makale... A once 200Rs Buffet was charged 700 that day... so on second thoughts we went to the other restaurant in the same hotel... 700 eee.. parava ilanu ... we felt finally... A plate of kal dosai was charged 250 Rs.. ammadiyov.. wht the heck.. just pay for it.. and have the not so so tasty kal dosai... and we barged out of the hotel by 10.30 p.m. Even after all those Val day threats, people were flooding into the hotel. Being three girls we just had to take an auto back home and with lots of talking, gossiping, we had to get back to sleep.. We had a big day coming up... yeow... shopping...

Nothing can beat chennai when it comes to shopping... whao... Pantaloons, West side, City centre, Regal shoes, Landmark, omg... lots and lots.. My friends are never tired of me when i say shopping, though they give me this weird look of god-when-is-she-gonna-stop. West side had a great collection of kurtis, though my so so not shopping friends (who just got 3 sets of kurtis) said the collections were less. Managed to grab a few sets after one of my friend gave me this signal of are-u-going-to-try-them-or-do-i-leave look, we headed straight to the Regal footwear shop and brought down the whole store trying all the slippers, again after few hundreds lost from our purses we managed to enter city centre. The big sale... All the indianised kurtis and skirts that you dont get abroad... man it was a treat for me... trying all of 'em... watching all the beautiful girls... now i understand why there is a big lot of guy crowd just roaming around in city centre.

All sorts of crowd in city centre, from people who are seeing escalators for the first time in their life, the not so interested salesman, kids who are left alone when parents shop, the excited women, bored men (mainly husbands) say what.. i miss chennai a lot... With lots of shopping done had to leave chennai with a heavy heart..