The rains beautified the city.....summer was all about chasing dragon flies, having loads of ice cream and having crazy fun.Mango trees would be targets for a bunch of rowdy boys and gals ;).Marina was the sanctum sanctorium.
If you catch up with few elderly gentlemen who ve lived here all their lives they would speak of how there were beautiful trees, how life was uncomplicated and how this city managed to be simple yet a culmination of everything that was modern.
Fast forward to now.....loads of changes.....well laid roads....changes in transport system...malls everywhere....life is lived on the go like how it is across in most parts of this planet.
But one thing thats gone off is the appreciation for simple things in life...basically simplicity....to whatever extent that was earlier existent it seems to be approaching minus something!!
We have a 1000 channels...barring a few most programmes are trash that even a new born is proudly allowed to watch!!!; If you enter any air conditioned even remotely fancy shop the shop keeper only caters to the hip and english speaking junta...if you walk in and talk the regional lingo you are pattikadu!!! who is given a indifferent look!
Mummy papas want bache log to speak only English!!
Dosa is had with a fork and knife even by ur own aunties after one trip to meet their sonny who lives abroad!!
I donno.....why Simple does not sell... as good as loud nonsense!!!!
So glitter away.....wear make up even to a grocery store.....always speak phoren......run with the rats......
Be loud.....and glitter the old moral science books need some retouch!!!!
