They call us Madrasis Incarcerated Buddhas Not Cholas nor the Devadasis But agglomerated Cheras. Who knew the Pandyas, anyway?
They call us Archetypes On Iridescent Thalis Of Sambars and rice cakes in thin stripes Slurping on leafy banana like malis. Who knew the God’s Own Country anyway?
They call us Annas Sandalwood Veerappans Lemon for Evil at four annas Skirting Lungi blooms and Hairy Chappans* Where is Madras anyway!
*Hindi Word= Mali= Gardener *The Famous South Indian Dacoit of Sandalwoods *Hindi Word= Chappan= Chest, Wealth
A commentary on how people in the North Segregate people of South India. Although subtle, oftentimes, harshness of the racism pulls you to freefall through bores of molten shivers. To North Indians out there, I’m not a Madrasi. I’m not a Mallu. Call me a Keralite. Call me a Malayali. I will rebut regionalism with another sharded verse!