Although I was born in Chennai, I grew up in Mumbai and never ever imagined myself settling in Chennai. I still remember the time when my parents thought I was old enough to be sent out of the house to be married to an eligible Tam Bram. And so the search began. One of my biggest condition was the "Eligible Boy" shouldnt be from Chennai. However destiny had its way and I fell head over heals over the eligible boy whose native was Chennai. So Chennai became my "Pungunda Veethu".
My misgivings and misconceptions about Chennai slowly changed as I began to stay there. But I did realise there was a sea-change in my life. The sea-change could not only be attributed to "marriage" itself but also to the new place. I realised that I no longer would get served idlis and dosais in bed at 8:00 in the morning. To begin with, 8:00 am was no longer the time I could wake up. Wake-up time was close to 6:00am. I realised I could no longer scream "Amma.....breakfast". Even if I was to, whose ears would it fall on. I realised by 8:00 am, half a day was over in Chennai. Life was so much in contrast to Mumbai. Girls wearing "malli poo" in their neatly gelled and combed hair were already at work, lalitha sahasranam playing in the background, children off to school while I was still trying to rub my eyes and wake up. Slowly and steadily started getting used to my new life and didnt know that one day I would really begin to love this setup.
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