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Flowery trail

I follow my nose to tell the climate. In summer, I smell jasmine (malli) flowers and Rangoon creeper (which blooms in white and turns a deep pink by morning). In the rainy season, it is the Indian cork (maramalli) that I sniff at, and in winter (what passes for the season in Chennai), it is pavazhamalli (parijatham). And throughout the year, it is the champa (frangipani). We have a few

Water Wars

A nasty fallout of the summer is bound to be the water shortage. It also seems to bring out the worst in human beings. Every time Chennai goes through water scarcity, something snaps in the public mind. It is not uncommon to witness ‘kozha sandai’ – fighting for the hand pump – in the street corner among people who share a common pump. If water is supplied by tanker, the

People rising

What is with the Tamils? They seem to be seizing every opportunity to launch protests. It is a strange reaction given that we do not care to intercede when we see two people wrestling on the road over some petty issue or if a big fight breaks out in our neighbourhood. But, recently, people have been taking up cudgels on behalf of people they do not know from Adam or