One fine Thursday morning in October, I crossed all lines of unprofessionalism, walked into my boss’ office and said, "I quit". I had made up my mind to drop my job in Chandigarh and move back home to Delhi, just so I could go back to Chennai one more time.
Unperturbed by pragmatism and sensibility, here i was- an unemployed and disoriented 22 year old with little to no work experience, dropping a job most others would kill for.
Soon though, I realized that the ‘quit your job, pack your bags and travel to be happy’ adage looks good only on a blog and is far from expediency in real life. But nevertheless, I packed my bags to fly to Chennai one more time- and I fell in love with the place I once called home- all over again.
As soon as you enter Annaland, the first thing you notice is the overwhelming culture - present everywhere and in every form one can imagine- drama on the streets to posters on the walls, dance recitals at temples and graffiti in the parking lot. Chennai oozed life and culture out of every pore for its people consider culture as a way of life--from the morning ritual of kolam to coffee, the beliefs and values, art and form all together. Auditoriums and galleries around Mount Road are a great way to follow art in the city, but sitting and observing by a street corner could show you just as much.