Read in Nawazuddin’s voice for better results!

30 days. 2167 KM away from the place that was my home. This is crazy. Ok! Are you reading it in Nawazuddin’s voice or not? Do it. And you’ll have fun.

Delhi, I mean Noida, the region I stay now is confused. I am not going to start comparing it with Chennai, through each sentence of this work and go nuts. The places are different, the people who make these places what it is now are different. So, comparing is the dumbest thing I can possibly do. I am no one to comment blatantly on everything about a place unless I am a telephone directory or the UPI Number that got saved on my mobile automatically. I have met a fair share of good people here. We’ll talk about them later in this post. Back to Chennai.

Packing my bags from Chennai I was sure about few things. The first, I would not miss my home. I don’t miss my home.  The second being adulting would be fun. No! It’s not. Third being, I would not miss Chennai’s food. FML, I miss Chennai food and home food. It’s been 25 days since I had sambhar and I seriously forgot the last time I had rasam. Was sure about not missing home food, because of this saying that goes this way, “Cupcakes don’t taste the same everywhere, and blah, blah” Considering Idlis, “They definitely don’t taste the same everywhere. The best ones are served in my home, my grandma’s home and Ratna Cafe”. And Noida definitely needs to up it’s game when it comes to food to welcome more people into it and to fill all the thousands of empty apartments it has constructed under the banner of “Space Crunch”. Noida!! You don’t have crunch in space and in your snacks too. Sorry!

Sorry I got deviated from the Narration VoiceOver. Resumes.

“Have you ever looked back in time and realised it fleeting past by so quickly every single time? The last month was the exact opposite to me. I still feel the snag that last month was. Specifically because of the places I shifted too. I stayed for 7 days at a place, 1 hour in the next, was fucking homeless for 7 hours and settled in the place that I am typing this after it. Oh! This place I am staying now, has good music(Something to die for in Barath terms) and we also have a great view of the smog.

It has been a crazy ride, way past the few expectations I had. As I told in my previous post I did not enter Noida with this Utopic feeling, I just wanted the place to be decent and the racial slurs to be creative, which is party happening. Ahem! I mean partly happening.

From Amma calling and enquiring if everything is fine in Noida on the death of M. Karunanidhi and dad asking if everything was fine on the death of Mr.Vajpayee, to listening to my nephew’s smile on phone, this has definitely been a good month. Don’t expect me to talk about work! The first rule of working somewhere is you do not blog about work. You just talk about listening to ’96 songs on loop, getting good song suggestions, trying to understand Malayalam(again after college!), visiting Hauz Khas, having the best tour guide, planning on getting sick for Diwali, the bad jokes, the entering stock market, the getting busy, the whining, and the freshers party and every Sunday which is my “International Day of Washing Clothes.”

There’s just one thing I would like to tell anyone who is nearing their Quarter-Life Crisis. Not an Advice! Just telling.. This would be better to read in Nawazuddin’s voice. You can never see life in it’s rawest energy until you stand alone. And when you see life in its rawest energy, you will be scared. You are the protagonist, but this is not movie or a book. So, you will be. When you grow through it all. You would feel the sense of being alive everyday running through your spine, sending in the chills.

P.s.- 10 years down the line remind me to post the other side of this story that I might have ready with me. That would be even interesting and brutal.

First month in Noida- Done and dusted!!

Editing 3 days after publishing this post-  I MISS HOME!


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