Ganapathy St, West Mambalam, Chennai and Scripps Ranch, San Diego — I have family living in both neighborhoods. .., they ought to have something in common. For starters they both have their fair share of faux pediments supported by Corinthian capitals. Both San Diego and Chennai are short on fresh water and dependent on neighboring states. However, San Diego seem to make sure there is still generous supply of water for saturating the lawn and the sidewalk park strips after what is becoming the annual ritual of fighting bush fires.
In West Mambalam you can anticipate certain death by heat exhaustion, mosquito bites, air horns or from the potent mix of carbon monoxide and nitrogen oxides from endless stream of two stroke engines crisscrossing the Ranganathan underpass . In Scripps Ranch one can either opt for death by boredom or cho0se to remain in basement watching re-runs of “Real Housewives of Orange County” in 60″ plasma as the Santa Ana flames begin to lick your back porch.
But why am I leaning more towards West Mambalam than Scripps ? It’s got to be the fatal attraction and total freedom to paint my home bright yellow and fluorescent orange embellished by stripped accents for the 6″ PVC columns.
Perhaps I am under delusion that I can successfully soundproof a home even when it shares the front wall with a place of worship… and couldn’t possibly be shaken out of my bed the next morning at 4.45 am when the aging diaphrms of antique loudspeakers begins to throb with devotional songs at 110db. As they say you need to have blind faith even if it can make you deaf.
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May 26, 2009 at 4:24 am