chennai: my 3-am graffiti sessions and a mango that yelled at me

chosen this shithole city because the numbers on my calculator said so. i woke up at 2:17 am, tried to breathe without hyperventilating, and then saw a mango peel on the ground. not a metaphor. it was real. the heat here is like someone turned the thermostat to 'burn heretics' and forgot it was 30.69 degrees. or 37.69 if you're feeling dramatic. humidity's at 77%, which is basically a sauna that forgot to turn on the water.

quick answers

q: is this place worth visiting?
a: only if you like crayons melting in your apron. the zoom in on that stuff is worth it. if you can't handle a mango judging you, leave. immediately.

q: is it expensive?
a: depends. if you buy a fried thing from a cart, it's 50 rupees. if you ask for 'exotic' at a café, it's 500. your wallet will cry. in a different language.

q: who would hate it here?
a: politicos. they’re always here, judging everything with a clipboard. also people with hats. hats don’t belong in this climate. period.

q: best time to visit?
a: when the monsoon ghosts are busy. like now. or never. honestly, just bring a sweater.


cit veins here are power drunks. i walked past a puddle where a construction worker had spilled yellow paint. it looked like molten butter. some kid was using a leaf as a mirror. i asked why he didn’t use selfie stick. he handed me the leaf. i sprayed it with deodorant. it was less judgmental.

another insight: street art here is like a conversation between anarchists and toddlers. a wall had a dinosaur eating a scroll. another had a man in a tuxedo fight a scorpion. local kids say the scorpion won. i’m not sure if that’s a metaphor for colonialism or just their taste in art. probably both.

i used to think public baths were for old movies. here, they’re for survival. some guy took a 10-minute shower using 1 liter of water. i timed it. he was a magician. or a communist. we both know it’s communism.

the mango that yelled at me was 80% grown up. it was like if a human tried to grow in a microwave. smell was… strong. i bought it for 10 rupees. my stomach disagreed. i later learned the vendor stole it from a farmer. the farmer told me this via a broken whatsapp. his message read: ‘don’t eat this. it’s alive.’ i did.

layout chaos: option c. here are some blockquote vibes:

« local expert: ’don’t drink the sugarcane juice. it’s actually sugar and despair.’ « tourist meme: man trying to take a selfie with a cow. cow won.


nearby cities? bangalore’s 6 hours away. it’s like a vacation for your brain after this dump. also, virgin maryan for if you need a hybrid of chaos and yoga. i heard the locals call it ‘the city that forgot to pretend.’


social proof: i heard from a guy who works at a call center here. he said the AC units are just for show. they don’t work. you’ll sweat, then debate with your shadow about whether to abandon hope.


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external links:
- https://tripadvisor.com/chennai-street-art (5 stars if you ignore the janky monkeys)
- https://reddit.com/r/chennai (search for ‘mango uprising’)
- https://yelp.com/chennai-commie-cafe (ask for the mango tea)
- https://weather.com/chennai (it’ll confirm you’re dying)


this place is a portmanteau of regret and possibility. the heat will make you question life choices. the art will make you want to paint your soul. the mango? it will haunt your dreams. but hey, at least the street food is 90% cheaper than anywhere else. you’re welcome.

p.s. this blog post was written while waiting for my coffee to boil. it sits at 100% humidity. ironic, right?

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