Posted by Rajasundharam at August 24, 2014
Chennai name
itself gives me pleasure, joy, fun and one of my dreamland in my childhood. In
my childhood, I thought my village is the only land part of this world the road
that lead after my village may be a dark place. When I started my schooling, I
came to know we have one more town other than my village and also I have seen
many people and many villages on the way to Chidambaram from my village. From there
my comparison starts my village is like my scale to measure the new town where I
went to get my education. I have seen a vast difference from my village a big
bus stand, a big temple, a big school, a big market, long roads and also the
density of people. I thought Chidambaram is the biggest village in this world
and I asked my grandfather regarding this. Chidambaram is bigger than our
village then is this end of the world? I
asked. my grandpa started laughing and he introduced this world to me. he
brought a globe and a map and he started explaining the difference between village,
town, district, city, state, county, he explained capitals the words are very
new to me and the interest to know more about these words leads me to asked
each and everything separately he started explaining and completed the whole story
within one or two hours. I was impressed by a few names India which is my country,
Delhi which is my country capital, Tamilnadu which in my state and Chennai
which is my state capital. My grandpa stopped telling me the bedtimes story
and started telling me about this country every day. I was started waiting for
the storytime. Daily he took me to the world-famous Chidambaram temple and he
use to say about the history of the temple. So from my childhood, I always like
to listen to stories. He told me who I am, who we are. He told me about my country.
Even today I am a boy who is very eager to see each and every roads and corner
of this country. We use to submit some posters in my school. I and my
grandpa used to collect photos to make that posters. He uses to show the central
railway station, beach, LIC building and a few more picture, so Chennai became my
dreamland. My grandpa died when I am doing studying 2nd STD but his
words keep on hearing in my ears. The
movies I have seen used to show the beauty of Chennai. I use to see the buses
which are going to Chennai. bus itself give some rich feeling so I thought only
rich people can live in Chennai. I heard about the national festival in Chennai
I have seen through television. I wish to see that festival directly, I heard
about the shopping complex, markets, theatre, and beach. I was very much eager
to see at least once in my lifetime. I started searching for the route which can
take me to Chennai. one day I found that it’s like a junction which is having 4
route and also it will connect four different towns and city one will take us
to virudhachalam, one will take us to Chidambaram, one will take us to sethiyathope
and the last one will take us to my dreamland Chennai, when I was in the road I
just seen that particular road. I was happy I decided I need to go on that road
but I was not knowing the distance, money .....
