As I happened to have ventured towards the northern territory of Chennai or the old Madras, as it is popularly syndicated, the flashback in me triggered unsurmountable waves.
This is was probably one of those first instances when the need arose to be wandering in the vicinity of the legendary city and I must admit, that I fell in love with ‘ Madras’ more than the inclination of this modern city that has captured my life for the past 7 years. As a person, I have always valued my roots and am a strong believer in legacy; this part of the mercurial city took me back home, to Calcutta.
The adjoining areas that progress from Anna Salai towards Central, the elongated stretch beyond Parrys and the track that paves the way towards Royapuram is reminiscent of ‘North Calcutta’. MG Road, the legendary BBD Bag Dalhousie Square, The ever resplendent ‘College Street’, the panoramic ‘Writers and High Court’ structures, the ‘GPO’, the ‘RBI’ landmark and the towering ‘Howrah Bridge’ played havoc within me as I surged past these landmarks gleefully on a serene Sunday.
Perhaps, the oldest cities in our country (obviously the four metros) replicate themselves via strong resemblances towards their vintage history and the fight to renewed existence. Moreover, their charm lies in their maverick past of staggering occurrences. History was one of my revered subjects as a student, but it is certainly one of my inspirations which is voraciously visible when I pen down acquaintances clubbed with live experiences.
Mumbai (Bombay, rather)and Delhi, I am coming for you!