This time it was the pattai on the windscreen of my cousin's car. Apparently you can also be bought an Iyer, though probably it has more to do with the hierarchical position of my cousin's driver than that of our grandfather.
This bit, though not amusing as much as ecstacy-inducing perhaps, also deserves mention: Saravana Bhavan idly-vadai-sambar-chutney is to die for.
Part 1
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