The Q is not dead
This is neither a mirage nor am I imagining it.
It is true that Chennai, my beloved city, is finally losing it. Completely.
The essense of Chennai, its arteries and veins are clogging up fast, aneurysms swelling round every bend, the valves dysfunctional, the pulse racing, pressure building up uncontrollably to alarming levels.
If you have'nt figured it yet, this is an elegy to my city's once quiet, sedate, pleasant city roads, a haven for motorists. Today, wherever you are, except in the sanctuaries of (some parts of) Besant Nagar, it's as far away from heaven as possible. Waiting behind queues of cars, small trucks and mini-vans all spewing smoke with varying particulate levels cannot be so elevating after all. A lot of cities already are neck deep in traffic and have various symptoms already, I complain when I'm in Bangalore, Delhi or Mumbai. But it never hurts so bad as it does when it happens at home.
Only Minnal makes negotiating the roads mildy tolerable and yet, not so tolerable. Tch.