A Little South of SANITY

I see a sea of gray all round me, the colour "grey" here is not supposed to symbolize anything (like when u r blue), its just that everybody here (at the plant) from the director to the clerk; man, woman or otherwise wears grey. Its kindda getting on my last nerve.

I expected to have nothing to do at training let face it, thats all you can expect from a PSU, I also expected to be made to run from pillar to post for a stupid ID card, to have a crappy apartment with a crappier flatmate(he doesn't drink), but what my dearest dad left out of my sunday night breifing (7 hours before i was to leave) was that I was to be staying on the outskirts of the city and thats where most of my nerves went.

After reaching and sleeping on it I decided that I was not going to let this ruin my vacation(do hell with the training) and I set out to explore the city. I must have looked like a real hippie walking around in shorts with a bag on my shoulders, after all this is the land of the lungi. From that day on I have travelled far and wide in this city and I have some questions like why is every eatery has sagar somewhere in its name?(care to explain lefty), why does every bakery have iyenger in its name? why are there happy hours in a pre school? why do these people love Rajnikant?why is a gaming parlour named smack?why is there a 'h' after every 't'(maruthi, santhi etc.)why do people get off their bikes while crossing the road? what role do mascots have at a wedding?

I will no doubt grope around the city searching for the answeres (much like I do when I have to order food)in whatever time I have remaining with me, there are redeeming factors here like they really know how to make coffee, the girls know how to dress (or undress) and there are a lot of pubs around the place.