You know you're suffering from intense Chennai-itis when:
(a) you start talking really bad tamil just to hear some tamil.
(b) You crave filter coffee. Even more than you used to.
(c) T.Nagar starts sounding like a beautiful haven in your head.
(d) You get sentimental over M.T.C stories (!!!)
(e) When you whine "I wish I were home." you're thinking Chennai.
(f) You'd do anything for a landmark.
(g)You have an undying urge for Manga a la Marina/ Besant Nagar.
Damned Chennai- can't live with it, can't live without it.
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On the bright side, am sure you don't miss the humidity though.. or for that matter the friendly neighbourhood autowallah :)
ya its a lot like me :)
and is this madam's subtle way of sayin tat she is no more here?
Notgogol: The whole point is I'm at that highly citical stage where I find even those worth mooning over. And besides, I've lived all my life in remarkably hot places- which makes a temperate region very disconcerting...
Crazybugga: :)
Not really subtle at all. I thought my absense from chennai was obvious from my hostel post and the lack of posts for the interminable age. now I'm a train journey away from namma Chennai.:(
woman! this is TOO TOO freaking uncanny... I started a post called "You know you're missing home when..." just last week! Sigh... It's the weird thinking-same-things-at-the-same-time thing, isn't it? Sighh...
Miss you! and "chennia" too. (Oh c'mon, I couldn't resist! You know it was beyond me!)
Jan: I seriously belive we started some kind of weird telepathy thingy between us in the years of our acquaintance.
Miss you too. And- get lost!
Every Abdul Kalam is allowed one mistake. Humph!
hope you have a happy happy birthday.
MaterialMom: Thanks mom :)
well well well... a leo, are we?
u kno wat they say about leos...
takes one to love one :)
ok ok, a poem for u:
As years go by
and things start to wrinkle,
one thing is for sure,
ur eyes -they wud still a-twinkle!
hope u havent aged a day over 45!
Crazybugga: Not 45 little boy- add another 20 years to it. :D
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