I write after 3 weeks.

After working 12 hours a day starting 31st of May, I was dog tired at the end of 3 weeks. Eight hours of a day for deliverables , four hours for training and another two or three hours, after coming home, for the tit-bits pushed me to the verge of burn out. Needless to say these 3 weeks were never interspersed by visits to Chennai. I wasted my already curtailed weekends in shopping malls, windowing and never shopping - an unforgivable form of atrophy - taking to the fact that I went to my workplace on weekend mornings to finish off the spill overs from the weekdays.
I could have done a little better by watching a movie or two but they charge a bomb for a movie in Bangalore and after watching "Kites", I have pledged I will not watch a movie again in Bangalore- why to buy headache when it is damn expensive? Only work and no entertainment for 3 weeks. You wouldn't believe me I did not find time or a right topic to blog on, all these days. That is how it was.
To sum it up all, I had an endless list of complaints to make and a million more reasons to visit Chennai.
Finally, I come to the point - I boarded a bus to chennai on 25th Friday at 9:45 in the night. My colleague gave me company enroute, though with a purpose of his own to address. I do not like bus journey and my dislike for buses doubles when I have to travel long distances on them and it turns into loathe if I have to spend a night travelling in them. Whether it be a deluxe bus or a Volvo, the class does not matter, I detest them all. One of the primary reasons I hate bus journey is I cannot catch sleep in bus and its immediate successor is legroom - I never get enough of it and I end up butting and struggling with the seat before me.
After struggling to fall asleep for the entire 6 hours of my journey to Chennai, I wake up to the call of my colleague. He woke me up and asked if the bus had entered Chennai - he supposedly wanted to get down somewhere on the Poonamlee bypass road. It was 5:30 a.m and the first thing I saw that morning, to my right, was a silent streak of orange light across the sky. This orange, at places, spread into the azure blues that sorrounded it. It was such a pleasure to sight this. That very moment I longed to be at the beach, to see the sun rise and breath all I can - the fresh air. But I was a good 60 minutes away from the beach and before I can get a feel of cool sea breeze, I knew all would be over for that morning. So what did I do? I let the thoughts pass and boarded a bus to Velachery. Velachery, as far as I am concerned, the next best place to beach in Chennai and when "all is well" even better than the shore itself...
Each time I go to Chennai I bring back material that would last for four or five posts. So, that is it in this post or it would be strenuously long read.

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