A very personal account of a few hours spent at my hometown, reliving some childhood experiences and savoring the gentle pace of life.
When we were in Coimbatore recently, we drove past where the Pannikoil, or the Temple of the Pig, flourished for a brief period. Here is the story of the unlikely prophetess.
This happened sometime between 1982 and 1986 – these were the years we spent in a house on VNK Thevar Street in the Ramanathapuram area in Coimbatore. If you come down Nanjundapuram Road from the Ramanathapuram junction, just after you pass Amsa the fishmonger’s shop, a left turn takes you past a Murugan temple
I seem to have found an unlikely muse in Vijay – this is the second time I’m posting in two days inspired by something I saw on his blog!
It was 1999 and Sriram and I were in Coimbatore. Sriram had just got his teeth fixed, and had been warned by the dentist that he should not use the molars on the right side to chew anything.
When I was at school in Coimbatore, I was a member of what must have been one of the first really successful lending libraries in the town – Choose and Read. It used to be owned and run by a chap called Noorul Ameen, who used to smilingly tolerate the incredibly long time
Every time we come back ‘home’ to Coimbatore, Vidya and I keep bemoaning the lack of customer-orientation that plagues businesses here. And almost every time, we get to experience it first-hand. This time was no different, and the doler-out of the experience was a beauty parlour that goes by the name of Pretty Queen.
For the first time in my life, I actually partied in Coimbatore. Rather, I tried to. After reading about a newly-opened nightspot called Psychedel, we decided to give it a try, and dropped in nice and early at around nine.