Sunday, November 12, 2006

Che

No more of this crap. I want to go to Madras. Madras nalla madras.

A nice apartment, a fun interesting job, and nothing really to complain about. However, there is no place like home :).

Besant Nagar Beach. Mount Road. Gangotree. They have the best Bhelpuri I have ever had. Its sad to see the prices being hiked over the last few years.

I want to sit around at home. Have my mom make tea for me in the afternoon. Nice food , nothing to do. Take a walk down the beach in the evening.

Kalakshetra has become so crowded. Why does everyone have to come there?

I miss my grandfather. What would he say if he saw me today? I can't even seem to remember him that clearly. He just seems to come in my dreams.

I want to meet my grandmother. I want to go to Tata house and just sit with all my grandfather's books.

I want to go to IIT. Go around the hostels. Pity I am likely to know little to no one. But, thats ok.

Its December. I have been to the Chennai Open ever since it opened. I probably won't be around this year.

Tennis at Nungambakkam Stadium. 50 bucks an hour. A little expensive but not all that bad.

I want to laze around at Landmark. Go to Satyam with my old school friends. Walk around Khader Nawaz Khan road. Nothing that complicated. None of the fancy bullshit. Just cheap nice pure fun.

Can I have that? I think not. That is life I guess.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

memories are so nice no?...not to fear, I shall give you a shot-by-shot acct of the open...

KP said...

Love the post! its so innocent! so simple yet brutally honest!

Anonymous said...

It's good to have very fond childhood memories ... But that how they should be "memories" ... If you try to relive it, maybe you wont enjoy as much ...

r123 said...

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