When things go awry

Before I go to the things which went awry, some nice things:
My blog’s worth $22,181.68!!!!! (Ok, maybe a digit in the end is wrong…)
Yippppeeee…ma blog’s gonna be makin’ me rich!!
THE SUN’S SHINING!!! :)

Gosh, am I thankful for the last one! After what seemed to be eons of rain, Chennai is back to its warm and cosy self.
I undertook a spiteful trip to the terrible-as-ever Ranganathan street to get some craft work stuff for my cousin, two days back. Thank god, I came out alive!

The road was horrid. We took some shortcut when entering and avoided a lot of the slush around in the road. But a slight error while returning made us skip the ‘shortcut’ and we ended up in the street. Milling crowds, all too anxious to get out of the street safely, made sure I didn’t have to walk. They kept pushing me here and there, and I knew that another 5 minutes in the street and I would burst into tears. Thankfully again, it took lesser time to get out because of the crowd, which in its eagerness to get out, pushed me out too.

I know it’s too much to feel this in a crowded hell like R. St, but I didn’t want anyone to stamp my shoe, especially in all that slush. And I didn’t want to step into any of the waters, too. As I tried my best to avoid these things, hoards of women grabbed on to my arm for support, upsetting my delicate balance of oh-the-marsh-in-the-right-and-the-feet-in-the-left-so-center’s-the-only-safe-place support many a time. And as one woman threatened to knock me down, I gave her a glare she shouldn’t forget in the near future. :)

It’s been real long since I went to that godforsaken place, and the rains added to the misery, and I’ve vowed not to go in there again before I leave again.

Things are really going awry. Rains, which we wanted so badly that I was sending prayers to God every time it rained in Singapore for it to rain in Chennai, have just exceeded their limits. But now maybe I should just be thankful that I wasn’t there when the real heavy rains poured down in beginning of November!

Ah..work coming up now. My grandma is giving me a choice between setting the table and folding the dry clothes. Sorry, grand, neither. Wish I could just escape doing any of these things :P, but it’s so difficult adjusting to some things back home when I’ve complete independence in my hostel. But again, I can’t grumble: home is where mom’s good food is! And it’s just more than food: it’s all the pampering!! Mom says don’t whistle after 6 in the evening when I’m happily whistling a whole song from Ah Aah, while grandma wishes I would whistle carnatic songs instead. Mom then wonders how the Creator made a mistake by making me a girl, because according to them I’m the total opposite of any gracefulness expected in a woman! (God forbid!) After a while, maybe she decides that more than being boyish, I’m being feminist. Hmm…well, feminism is maybe too strong, I would rather say I have a teeny-weeny bit of chauvinism, female chauvinism. (If such a term even exists!) Just reminds me of a silly guy in a Singapore bloggers’ meet who thought my blog URL was chennaigirlrights!! WTH!

Ok, totally unconnected stuff. Technically this post must be titled ‘Random Scribbling-4’, but sequels can get too monotonous at times.