Of cold climes in hot places (like Chennai)
I have a running nose as I type this post. Being cut from a tough cloth, I am usually immune to such things as colds and allergies. Even while working in the US, where the enclosed space in almost all office environments created ideal conditions for the easy transmittal of flu and other such ailments, my natural defense systems ensured that I was not in the least affected. During the harsh north-east (and later mid-atlantic) winter, I longed for the warm glow of the Chennai Sun on my back and expressed this desire to as many people as were patient enough to lend me an ear. And few would have made as many trips as I did, during a 12-year stay in the US, just to experience Chennai and its heat. And here I am, finally, back to being a Chennaiva(a)si and experiencing “Kaththiri Veyyil” in its full glory, when I run into an arctic climate at work (I mean the A/C). This is the cause of my current watery discharge, the chief conduit being the vent above my workspace which sends a chill blast of air my way every working second. Being a warm-blooded animal that can survive in 44°C temperatures, but certainly not in morgue-like climes, I asked for the vent to be closed, but in the largeness of their hearts, the technicians who worked on it yesterday, left a small part uncovered that led to one more day of work done in shivering conditions. Hopefully tomorrow it will be totally covered and I don’t have to enter the Guinness Book as the first person in Chennai who bought and brought a “heater” to work, that too, bang in the middle of the “Agni Nakshatram” season :-).