I love to visit Madras
To feel at home. To step out of the airport to smell idli/ vada and sambar; to wonder if I am over-reacting and to realize that some family is invariably having idli/ vada and sambar in a corner of the arrival lounge. To get on to 21G bus wearing my "I love NY" t-shirt, with a couple of large suit-cases; to extend Rs. 500 bill for a Rs. 10 ticket and be tempted to say - "Keep the change!". To be the only guy to sweat in the bus during "Madras winter" evening. To reach home only to be scolded for the "stupidity" of carrying huge luggage in the crowded public transport. To bear hug my parents and sister. To tell them all the NY stories and reasons for me growing "thin". To get pampered unnecessarily for the imaginary "hardships" I am having to undergo in NY. To go out to a store at 9PM and find the city already sleeping. To be able to roam around in a shabby t-shirt, jeans and a slipper without feeling odd. To be able to sit bet...