Only English

Welcome.

First of all, let me reveal the secret of “Only English” guy from last post. Well the secret of him knowing English only was….he was not from India. He was an Israeli, strange right.

Israeli and I started talking about here and there, and then I asked him “where are you from? How come you know only English” He told me “I am from Israel” Believe me, with his dressing sense no one could have guessed, just by bare looking that he’s not from India. Obviously if you keenly look, you can tell, ………………………………but being a guy, I gave only a bare look. 

Although know it was confirmed that he’s not from India, still I had doubts on him being from same location he says. It is in me, that I do not believe on anyone so easily, especially when I am travelling alone and person sitting right next to me know this very well. In order to clear my doubts, I asked him for his passport, he showed me and it proved that he was actually the person, he was saying to be. Another person (Tamil guy-Driver) sitting on left, found it very interesting that a man from Israel has come to visit India. Since he did not know English, I helped translated whatever he was saying. I have this level of maturity/ common sense that if I am sitting between different cultures, either I speak common language. In addition if someone is lacking some part and I know that I can help him by translating, I take that responsibility. 

But where I live/work/ have fun, I barely find a person who understands this thing. For example, 2 days back I was sitting with my Bolly* friends; suddenly they started talking in their regional language. I didn’t say a word, but one of them spotted me being annoyed, so I just said it feels like I am sitting between Blues*.

Even today, when I was in training, I experienced the same. One guy from my area was giving training; even then I asked all the doubts in neutral language respecting all the cultures which were sitting with me. But But But when it came turn of a Blue guy, one of my colleagues asked a question in Blue language only and he got reply back in Blue. I didn’t do anything, thinking that all the people besides me have lower level of maturity and even if I get frustrated/ get angry, I will be the loser one. So I just keep my calm and smiled from inside.

I have this thing daily in my shift. Once all the people from my area leave for the day and I am the only one left, all Blue started laughing on everything I say, Even if they are not laughing on me, but being on my side, just think, How I feel  and when I say what happened, they simply says learn Blue. Sometimes I think how fools are all these. They don’t have any professional skills and they are working in an MNC. How Funny.

I apologies to deviate from main story, but these small things are very necessary.

Well coming back to my Original story, so 4 (me, Israeli, Driver and Musician) started talking. In starting musician was sleeping but eventually when our conversation seemed interesting to him, he also joined. I tried to speak English as much as possible to make the ground neutral, because he Israeli was our guest, we should not say anything that makes him feel bad and also English was understood by maximum population (me musician and Israeli) involved in conversation. Also to respect Blue guy, I translated all the major points in discussion from time to time

.

I think It is enough for this post. Will tell you about our conversation in next post,

KeeP Reading and Replying

Bangalore...Xplored

Welcome on board,

You must be thinking that there is no update from long time, in the blog. It is because of lack of time. And there is one more thing cooking in my mind, which is responsible for this delay, will tell you about it later. May be many of you might have got the idea, what’s going on. I had two explorations in last month; one was Bangalore and other Indore. Well a Q may pop in your mind, that Bangalore is new for me, so its ok to xpolre, but wats new for me in Indore??? Actually, it was not the Indore, that I xplored, it’s the nature of my loved ones. I will tell you how…

First let us talk about Bangalore, what I call as North in south. I was planning to visit Blr from long time, and the plan became successful this time. I thought to visit there in general only, but I tried for current reservation, hi hi hi no luck… I boarded train and tried to sit in a seat, but I got a very bad blow from a T guy. He pushed me very hard, I was just trying to sit and there was space, still that person did like that. In next moment, I got my favorite seat, the upper berth, in some time, one more person came and asked me, is there space available, without looking at his color I said "come yaar" (normally this does not happen with me, I am living in a place, where I face color discrimination daily), , then one more man came. After two hours, one of them got down. Now there were only two on our berth. I told him, that we can easily sleep in cross manner, but I think, he was travelling in general the first time. He did not sleep and also did not allow me to sleep. Finally, as I had clear directions and correct address, I directly reached my cousins home. There I slept for some time; they were also IT personnel, so they also went for sleep.

Then my cousin made dishes for me, the best dishes starting with poha in breakfast and puri, aloo ki sabzi and khir in lunch. Post lunch my jiyag and D were planning for some outing, but my friends called and invited me, so I gave them a flyin visit. There I called one more indori friend, he was workin that day, but as soon as his shift ended, he came to meet me. This is what I called Friendship. We do not need to think, no need to care for any other work, just a single call, not even a call, just a message is enough and he came running to meet me as soon as he can. He is one of my best buddy from school.   

Now coming back to experiencing north in south in Bangalore. In Bangalore, most of the people either know hindi or at least know English. That is why I called it as North in South. Although we cannot judge a city just in two days, still I can say one thing, it’s an awesome place, weather, people, connectivity, all fine. Just one problem is the high cost of living, except that, it’s a nice place to work/live.

Next day again my cousin made dishes for me Pav bhaji and Fruit salad both my favorite. Jiyag bought lots of ice-cream and fruits. In evening we visited a lake. Overall, I felt, like I am in home. There was no sign of the fact that I am in south far away from my home. One more important point I wanna add is, I was being treated as a guest there, by the people who were not even there via phone. The Indian tradition of great mehmaan nawazi was easily seen there. It was being well treated by parents in law of my cousin. They were instructing my cousin and jiyag to take good care of me. They even told Jiyag to bring sweets for me. Hats off to our culture and jiyagi’s parents.

The next day, I left Bangalore and came back to Chennai…back to work…

This is the way I xplored Bangalore, now for Indore, read next blog.