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Stranger in a stranger land

Chronoz — Thu, 19 Apr 2012 21:28:06 +0000

Sigh. As much as I hate to admit, Dela was right. Gone are the days when upon hearing names like Rajnikanth, Mani Ratnam or even Sadagoppan Ramesh for that matter, my ears would shoot up hoping to hear bits of conversation in a language that I could finally understand. The voluntary introductions to Tamil/Kannada speaking [...]

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Quizzer

Chronoz — Mon, 26 Mar 2012 21:44:09 +0000

Not unlike most other bloggers who suffer from recurring bouts of nostalgia, I too begin my tale with a “Long, long ago in a state far, far away”. Okay, maybe not that long ago. My tryst with quizzing can be traced back to some dusty old classroom in R.A. Puram which seated a bunch of [...]

A Tale of One City – I

Chronoz — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 13:11:33 +0000

It seems to me that there is a lot of faux fur associated with the coat that is Chennai. This is especially true when that coat is worn by the fair lot residing above the Vindhyas, whose knowledge of my beloved city is in the same league as Dr. Abdul Kalam’s knowledge of Playboy magazine [...]

How I learned to stop worrying and love the Matrix

Chronoz — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 11:22:43 +0000

If there is one human activity that’s older than human existence itself, it is (the art of) cribbing. Our ancestors, the venerable Amoebae vented out their frustration by dividing into two. ”Grunt, Grunt Gruuunnnnttt” in Neanderthal speak probably translates to “Why is this meat so tasteless?” or ”I burnt my hand trying to start a [...]

Through the looking glass

Chronoz — Sat, 26 Mar 2011 19:22:16 +0000

I spent the better part of my week promenading the City of Krowsville*. No, not the pub capital of India (or was it Asia?). Nor the symbol of the nation’s faith in the future. Nay, I was in the Kapital resting my backside in the humble abode (in his own words) of the Mallu Panjabi, [...]

And the leaves that are green…

Chronoz — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 11:14:01 +0000

…turn to brown. And they wither with the wind, And they crumble in your hand.

The Big Fat Tamizh Wedding: Part II

Chronoz — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 14:18:57 +0000

Previously on “The Big Fat Tamizh Wedding“ The quintessential tam-brahm wedding has a few key features – nosy aunties adorned in bling weighing a few hundred tons There are some keywords that are bound to arouse any respectable tamizh woman from a respectable family. IIT, Siligon valley, YummYes, Sun DeeVee, 24-Carat and Palag Pannneeer reci-bee. [...]

The Big Fat Tamizh wedding: Part I

Chronoz — Sun, 19 Sep 2010 11:38:03 +0000

The day had all the markings of yet-another-bloody-saturday and would have probably passed for one had my mother not decided to surprise the world by gracing a wedding, an event as common as that of Ajit Agarkar not getting out for a duck. Against Australia. South Indian weddings are like Star Wars movies, unless you’ve [...]

Krowing Pains

Chronoz — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 18:44:23 +0000

T’was, if my memory serves me right, the fall of ’00. Fall of course being a misnomer as far as Chennai is concerned. Despite senescence stripping from my memory most joys experienced as a kid, vague recollections indicate in ways more than one that I was in fact the rockstar of fifth standard C section. [...]

Logic within logic within logic

Chronoz — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 14:23:03 +0000

Imagine it’s almost nine in the morning; peak hour, and you are rushing to office. You are almost at one of the city’s busiest roads, a bottleneck if that is the term I’m looking for. As is the always the case, you have a detour. There is a narrow side route you can take. A [...]