Why We Object to Bangaloreans

I love winter. Unfortunately, in Chennai, winter does not exist.

The seasons in Chennai, as the old joke goes, are hot, hotter and hottest. There is no cold season. There is no time of year wherein we are shivering in our boots and puffing out clouds of steam from between our frozen lips. Heck, we don't even have a clearly defined monsoon. The rains here are a mere sprinkle. If the sprinkle goes on for a whole day, we get floods. And then you have to get a boat out just to get to the end of the street.

The only time I wear a jacket in Chennai is when I am riding my two wheeler, to protect me from the sun. A five minute walk down the road during the daytime in Chennai results in a deep tan and profuse sweating. As we mop our brow, we curse our choice of birthplace and/or settlement.

And when we reach our offices, we have to clean up and douse ourselves with deodorant afresh as we move into our - thankfully - airconditioned offices.

Which is why we who live in Chennai object fiercely to Bangaloreans describing to us the wonderful weather out there. Have a heart, people, and think of those who are less fortunate than yourselves...