After waiting for full one year for the coveted "ordinary job of IT" in one of the extremely common company. I landed up in Chennai, one of the metropolitan city of Globalised India.
After all because of globalization and low standard of living in India I got the job in IT sector.
I came by train which took some 36 hours to reach Tambaram, Chennai from Delhi Station. Journey was good, Informative about south India and full of apprehensions about my new life in one of the fastest growing IT Company. Languages and weather changed as I traveled from Delhi through Haryana, UP, MP, Maharashtra, Andhra Pradesh to reach my destination Chennai.
After Reaching Chennai I realized I am a north Indian, I never felt like that before or never thought that knowing Tamil could be the only tool of breaking the linguistic barrier of southern India.
The moment we got down, struggle initiated itself upon us. The direction to scholinganallur side exit from station was difficult to understand. The reasons were not knowing Tamil and not able to pronounce the tongue twister word "scholinganallur" but we being the "sher da putter" managed our way out carrying 30 kg of load of our luggage ranging from toothpaste to steel plates. People all around were talking in some language which we thought we could never understand in our whole life. We were used to Hindi so much that any other language being spoken would irritate the hell out of us though English being the usual exception. For the 1st time in my life I thought British were not that bad, had they not given us English we could never understand how it feels to be in south India. While I was thinking of this weird consequence of British raj, we came across one of the most dreadful professionals in Chennai the Auto wala. He came looking for his victim, launching hand grenades by asking 300 400 500 Rs to carry us to our hotel in scholinganallur, which was hardly 70 Rs distance had we been in Delhi.
