A DAY IN THE CHENNAI STREET

A DAY IN THE STREET OF CHENNAI

Hi ! Welcome to Chennai city.This is the most prosporous,happy and beautiful city including spitting,bad roads,overturned garbages and most important of all littering.OKAY....you might as well think of me as an pessimist or that this city is not bad after all.Well,let's keep it that way but then why don't you take a small glimpse at the following anecdotes:

ANECDOTE NO. 1:

The day starts when I have to go to Perumbur during Diwali. So I started out from my house. Want to know how my street really looks like? You might as well call it a scenario. These are really good roads with huge cracks, open ditches ,and upturned garbages. SMELLS REALLY GOOD. There are rods on each side of the road, which leaves a real lot of space for vehicles to pass by[which get punctured on their way].We also sent a letter, a scolding letter to the Editor. But it just made it worse with more rods.Thus it is never possible to get past it without tearing wholes in your dress so that you get a new fashion design in your dress.Cool huh?While walking we were bombadded with crackers.We then had to pass through the bridge over a canal. 75 years ago it was said to be a fresh water canal with boats floating on it.Now it's a drainage canal with human excreta floating on it........YUCK !
Alas! We catch an auto.We get stuck in a traffic jam behind a bus.While we pass on to the next street my white pants turn into black! MAGIC! Want to know why? Well to say it in modern words - BY THE ENLARGED CATALYTIC OXIDATION OF EXHAUST GASES FROM THE BUS, for you geeks and nerds out there.So we get down from the auto and heard a conversation between a mother and a child[which is translated into english]:

CHILD : Mommy I want to go potty.
MOTHER: No problem. Why don't you do it here - No, not there too clean. Do it in the next house.

And so the child turned his back against the wall and did his potty.


Thus , I am purely disgusted by the time I reach Perumbur. Want to know more? Then read on to the next anecdote.

ANECDOTE NO.2:

I'm jogging along the streets when I saw a row of birds sitting on an electric wire above me.As I passed through the wire ,the birds used my head as a human toilet. I had 2 shampoos after that and settled down to read a book when I spotted two boys sitting in front of our electric cable having a contest who urinates the farest.COOL COMPETITION HUH ! Anyway my dad cleans the cables every week.I'm reallly sorry for dad !


ANECDOTE NO. 3:

I'm returning home back from school by bus. I got a seat with a tough looking guy on a two-seater. I really had a lot of space except I had one fourth of it while he had only three fourth of it. I tried to budge him but he wouldn't. I asked him to move and he just turned his pants facing the other side. The fellow then slept and rotates his head and falls THUMP! on my back.I move his head and he rotates his head the other way round and falls on me again. I really thought him as a man of decency.
I immediately stood up in the bus while I was crushed to death as a lot of hair got into my mouth from women.There a man was peeling an orange .He littered the bus by throwing orange peels everywhere including my face making a perfect circle. At last! I was happy to see my bus stop coming towards me.

PURELY DISGUSTED? You might as well quit this blog or read the last anecdote.

ANECDOTE NO.4:

I'm walking on the street home when I saw men drinking tea at a Tea shop.A man then spat out saliva on the pavement and he sat down there and placed his hand on the spit.He said to one of his friends - 'Hi! Good to see you". Then the friend sat down next to the man on the spit. I was happy to pass on to the next street.
I then cross the main street. I walked beside a bus when somebody from the window seat of the bus spat on me.


I hope you enjoyed reading the following anecdotes.My point is that we must act as true Indians and serve our motherland.We must not litter our homeland or spit on it.We must respect it.We must join our hands and make the dreamland of India come true.

CHILDREN ARE THE ONLY HOPE OF INDIA.

-By Murali Aniruddhan
- Class7