Wednesday, August 13, 2008

cut grass and kutchi ice

when i'm in london i miss everything madras...the sun, family, friends, vazhaithandu, clothes drying on a line in our kollapakkam, milk cookers that stand in as roosters with their early morning screechy cock-a-doodle whistles, bad tv, the thwack of newspapers hitting the floor as delivery boys do the rounds, the reassuring thud of the nightwatchman's stick as it hits the neighbouring compound walls.

that i've been in madras for the better part of the year and i miss london. the sherpa, the quiet, my blue elephant and mouse, bad tv (i missed an entire season of big brother gasp!!!), my desk, the fat squirrels in the garden, that lovely blue the sky is in summer..and my home. my desk, the very uncomfortable couch and the fireplace with the brass frame thingy that keeps falling off...




i'll be back in london in less than a month. and i'll probably be wishing i had a milk cooker.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

SilentOne

I love that blue elephant.. its gorgeous...
and you get vazhaithandu in east ham :)

ggop said...

You miss bad TV in Chennai?
Don't you watch Sun TV ;-)

shyam said...

Hmph, we didnt have much in the way of blue skies this summer... you missed very little. :)

You actually like to WATCH Big Bro? Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!

mumbaigirl said...

Sigh. The angst of the diaspora. We live on borders.

swarna said...

big brother this year is absolutely rivetting, addictive mindblowing...duh. and i'm addicted to it. so u can really imagine the british summer this year. can't wait to see the boot.

swarna said...

big brother this year is absolutely rivetting, addictive mindblowing...duh. and i'm addicted to it. so u can really imagine the british summer this year. can't wait to see the boot.

Priya said...

I live in this really small town called Peoria, IL where things haven't changed much from the day the settlers came in the 18th century. When I first came here, I hated it for I'm a big city gal.

Then one day, six months back, I was coming back from Chicago by bus; I could see the lights of what goes as downtown here from about 3 miles away. And I felt--glad! Glad to be home!

After traveling around the world like crazy for about four years, my sense of home is all screwed up now. Original home in obscure South India doesn't even exist in the physical sense anymore.

I guess I am a little jealous of you for having two distinct missable homes...

ahiri said...

Yane kutti,neela Yaane kutti
unnoda oru kaadhule
secret solren
kelu !!!

ahiri said...

hey blue elephant...
sevikku unavu kelvi pattirukken.
unavukku un sevi a ?? yaaru panna kaaryam idu ?