Rapt In Nameless Reveries

When I first got invited to a wedding in this place Kodumudi, I would always pronounce it wrong and have my roommates laugh at me.I have heard a lot of their stories about the cows and the hens and the fields in these places and was quite excited about getting there.Our journey started in Bangalore at 10:30 in the night when we boarded the train to Erode. Along with us traveled a rat in the compartment a regular traveler on board the train - the TTR told us. We reached Erode in the wee hours of the morning, around 3:30.Walked to the bus stop to take a bus to Pasur, which was supposed to come at 4 to the bus stop and did in fact arrive sharp at 4. After another half an hour's travel in complete darkness, we reached our destination. After a short drive to my friend's house and a nice long sleep, I set out to explore the place. I was delighted by the cow and its calf and the hen in their yard. After a short round of these places, I got to take a look at their corn and turmeric fi...

After 2 long years in Bangalore, I suddenly started wondering why I haven't still visited most places here, don't have a sense of belonging here and still don't really like this place. No, its not loyalty to Chennai or plain unwillingness to fit in.. Nor is it the usual complaint of what a cold place Bangalore is..I infact love the weather here(lazybones like me are sure to love the wonderful sleepiness that blankets you every night and morning).. What else then is this strange pull towards Chennai which always makes me feel more at home there.... Consider landing in Chennai Central station on a Saturday morning.. You are surrounded by autowalas, trying to convince you that the place you live in has been moved a little farther away from the station in the official release of Indian Map. When you finally manage to convince them that you actually do not want an auto but there is someone coming to pick you up, the crowd immediately disperses.... You go home.. Call a few friend...