I stayed for a couple of weeks in Chennai when my mom was there. That whole city puts me off.
The autowallahs are nasty of course. The vegetable vendor starts screaming at you ( saavu giraaki is the opening salvo) if you touch the vegetables.
There is no concept of customer service, or quality. Or even doing a basic job well. And everyone is kind of closed in their mind for anything new.
The average Darshini in Bangalore serves better food than the popular names in Chennai. Murugan Idli may be an exception but the likes of Veena Stores or Brahmin's cafe will beat even Murugan Idli by miles.
Had a chai at the airport, kiosk outside saying "Tea something". 100 rupees. One sip and I spat it out. I am not exaggerating when I say that even a beggar in Bombay will refuse to have that tea.
Construction quality, very poor. Plumber, electrician, they don't even come for days. The concept of dry toilets does not exist. My mom's landlord had not even installed a washbasin, she did it at her own expense.
I am a tamilian by upbringing and I was totally put off.
Imagine the plight of a North Indian who doesn't know Tamil landing there.
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