Thursday, September 13, 2007

It happens only ‘In Chennai’




Who says only Govinda can shake a leg singing “It happens only in India”? As a “Madrasi” ( a rather proud one, at that too ), I think we deserve a song of our own!

But honestly, no matter where I go, I feel this incredible seven-day itch, at the end of one week, you begin carving for good old Chennai. For most of my Non-Resident Chennai friends( otherwise known as the ‘dense ones’), they just cannot fathom, what I could possibly miss about “Stinky roads” ( so, no city is perfect), Spitting people( yes, and if you don’t shut up, I Will turn into one of them) and idli-sambar( it is healthy and delicious!)

Chennai has it’s quirks, I am not denying that, but probably that’s what I love most about the city. It has character and personality. She can be the young, vibrant hip “Chennai’ (pronounced Sha-naaaaI) at one moment and be the classic, demur Madras the very next, slipping in and out of each role, with more ease than Kushboo (our very own non-Tamil daughter of Tamil Nadu J ).

However, what makes Chennai so special, is that fact that she can be both Trendy and traditional at the same time , in a way so uniquely Chennai, that it might seem very bizarre to well the less privileged .. non Chennai ones.

TOP 10 TYPICAL CHENNAI CHARACTERISITCS.

1) CURD RICE CULT
Whether you go to a Chinese, Italian, Continental restaurant. There is one dish always common on the menu. CURD RICE. Curd Rice, has a cult status in Chennai, it is more than a dish. It works as an appetizer, a main course and also as a dessert. Hungry after school ? Curd rice, Stomach queasy after a Mexican meal ? Curd rice. Need to pack a quick Tiffin box for your kid? CURD RICE


2) THE MULTI-TASKING NIGHT-DRESS
Walk into any public swimming pool in Chennai and you will see the nightdress masquerading as swimwear. This trend persists, despite most swimming pools hanging hug boards which proclaim “ salwars and night clothes – STRICTLY NOT ALLOWED”. The Nighty also multi-tasks as ‘vegetable-haggling wear’, ‘ short –walk around the corner – wear’ and of course, team it with a towel and it becomes the best ‘bath- robe’ you can ever ask for.


3) THE PETERS AND THE PANDIS

In Madras you can be one out of two categories: The “Peter” ( anyone who incessantly talks in English, and throws a new multi-syllabic words) and then you have the Pandis ( the ones who speak cockney Tamil ).However , in order to be considered cool , you need to strike “ A fine Balance” ( Robin Minstry , are you hearing this one ?) between the Peter and the Paandi. You should speak grammatically correct english, but add your own Paandi seasonings .
For example
Peter : What are you doing ?
Pandi: Yenna da pannarai ?
Perfect: What are you pannifying da?


4) AUTO VS SHARE AUTO

If you see, nineteen people squeezed into one groaning, small yellow box. You have just witnessed Chennai’s very own Share Auto. Where else can you go from Adyar to Annanagar ( one end of the town to another) for just Rs.7? Share Auto’s are a phenomenon of their own, the stop where the please, take in as many people as they please and then make sure that they don’t miss a single bump on the road. It’s kind of like the Roller –Coaster ride in MGM, only for one-fourth the price.

The autos however, are another story; words like meter and normal charge don’t exist. All autos here work on flat rates, take it or leave it. Of course, try bargaining with one driver and you get to hear the entire sob story , starting from inflation, to school fees, to petrol prices. The most remarkable feature is of course that every single auto-driver will have the same story to tell! Try scorning one auto driver , about his high charges, and well, he might just ask you to go take a ‘share-auto’ ( akin to calling you a cheapskate)


5) THE CHENNAI SMELL

How does Chennai smell? Like a mixture of Fresh coffee, jasmine flowers and pound of excreta ( ugh)
Just when you inhale the lovely smell of fresh aromatic “ madras Filter Coffee”, from the shop down you lane, your other nostril is probably inhaling something just as well… .. ummm.. Whether it is the NON-TOILET TRAINED CHENNAI MALE or the ‘infamous’ Cooum, be sure to be greeted with a variety of smells. Other common smells include, the Garbage truck ( which will trail you for the entire 15 kms u travel), Cow Dung ( you never know will find it ) and jasmine flowers.

- TO BE CONTINUED -

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Whats with the Brahmin fixation?

Well, when I write a blog like this, the first person I am probably asking that question to, is MYSELF! I studied in a Girls Convent, then a secular college and YET I name my blog, SAMATHU IYENGAR PONNU !!

I then throw open this question, to the millions of us, spread across the globe, yeah, the ones like you and me … who turn our noses up at ‘those people’, who refuse to eat outside their own home, fearing it has been cooked by a non-Brahmin (pardon the usage), those who still live in their little colonies, still make their daughters and wives sit out three days in a month, and still wrap nine yards of silk around themselves in the sweltering summer heat in Chennai.

An then there are the people, like us … the ones who conveniently eat non-veg, wear jeans and kurthis ( its comfortable you see), talk with a fake yank accent ( strictly for a few of those ‘Amerika retuns’), we call ourselves beyond all this ‘religion-caste ****’ BUT when it comes to matters of the uummm-ahenm clan ‘ , yeah yeah we are as discriminating as ever “ can you believe so and so’s daughter married a non-brahmin? Tsk tsk or Oh! You boss is name is Srikanth or Srinivasan or well .. Is he Brahmin? Oh well, he must be I guess! Honestly, ( for the person who specifically asked me this question) HOW DOES IT EVEN MATTER ???


And yet again, I would be lying if I deny shifting to ’Brahmin mode’ (using words like ‘aathu’ meaning home, ‘sathumadhu’ instead of rasam and ‘jalam’( water) instead of ‘thani’ which is considered the language of .. errr well…… ‘ I am ashamed to admit it, well I do have that ‘fixation’. Now now, don’t get me wrong about, I am incredibly proud to be, who I am but what I am ashamed of is my BLATANT HYPOCRISY, On one side, I am crying myself horse about a secular county and yet I an unable to look outside one extremely rigid barrier of caste!

Would I be ok with my cousin ( who is settled in Austria) marrying a French or a German girl? I would yes, but would I treat her just the way I would treat someone of my own ilk? I really want to say yes, but we both know that the answer is NO! This is after assuming that my cousin, would even consider marrying a non-traditonal girl non .. well .. forget it , 15-20 years in the US, Uk or anywhere in the world and then, all these boys then come back to good-old Madras to select their wives! Why?


Where is this leading us? Honestly? In a country, where people like me are the future and If …well……. Eeeer…….the broadminded ones ( like us) cannot supercede barriers like this, then where does it leave the rest of us? How can we critize television of creating stereotypes? How can we accuse other people of creating stereotypes? It is us, the self-proclaimed broadminded ones who are most narrow-minded of them all !


A footnote:

Culture/Background:
Tamil Brahmins ("priestly class"), State of Tamil Nadu, South of India
Caste's Popular Rhetoric:
Absolute Vegetarians - not vegans (they take dairy products), Virtuous, Brilliant, Pure, Efficient & Hard Working, Safeguards & Propagators of the "divine" Vedas
Caste's "Original" Requirements:
Own no (or minimal required) property - depend on "grants" from the king/govt., perform prayers in Temples daily for living, supplicate their daily diet, be learned about Vedas (males), classical Singing (females) - Astrology, Palmistry, etc are optional