Thursday, July 28, 2011

An Interesting Tryst...


This is the first time I am blogging on this new blog after returning from a place away from the comfort of my home. In fact, this time I am blogging about an IT hub of India capital of Karnataka and a Mall City of South India. Yes, you guessed it right I am talking about Bangalore. 


Well as am a bit sick right now so, all the while I am writing this piece, some of the simultaneous actions are: trying to stop my sweat drops from falling on the keyboard, sipping a very hot cup of tea(I have an addiction, humidity of rainy season don't matter :p).. and of course trying hard to concentrate amid chaotic workers who are basically destructing my home on the name of RENOVATION.

For all those who don't know me personally Well being a Management student I went to Bangalore aka Bengaluru for my summer internship at one of the (so called) IT firm Religare Technologies. 

Although, I don't travel too often, this is the first time I am visiting this place. Also this is by far the longest distance I traveled ever. But somehow I felt, this trip will be very interesting. The fact was that after struggling a lot I found a very good place to live there with an internet connection and all luxuries of life which actually changed the whole experience. I don't know how I became so fortunate  because I didn't expected when I was leaving home. And that too I usually can live on minimals even though I'll be get disconnected from the rest of the world, but I suppose in an IT city you can found access to internet, even you when don't get a Samosa (North Indian Dish)

I am here again, blogging about the same city.

All this time when I was there, I had some interesting encounters, the ones I'd have hardly faced in my home city. The main distinction and the main factor being one thing, language. I won't term it as a "language barrier", here. Cuz, it's the reason I have enjoyed that much. Whenever you're in a city of different language, to survive, you need to know just one thing: How to convey that you don't know their language in their own language... Confused..?? It's like saying "I don't know English" in English or "Malaa marathi bolaayla yet naahi" in Marathi (which was told to me by my brother, Rahul Singh who was senior software developer at TCS Pune). So, here, in Karnataka I had learnt to speak just two words: "Kannada Barodilla" - I can't speak Kannada (this I learnt from my bhaiya cum roommate Anshul Bhaiya along with numbers from 1-20, which eventually faded from my mind). Next time around I will made sure to implement my short learnings. and those two magical words made my trip, literally!

I remember day before leaving, I was on bike with my Boss. I don't why he always runs as he was in extreme hurry might be because he was doing SALES could be a best reason for the same.So he was  driving fast and it cut the way of an elderly person on bike, but just moments after we had to stop coz the Metro construction work won't let us pass :(  So, that elderly person made his way till our bike and told us something, we didn't understand and we didn't speak anything. When my boss didn't answer him, he thought boss was ignoring him and he started abusing me (you immediately come to know when someone is abusing by his tone). So, after he finished his lexicon, my boss told him "Kannada Barodilla". He stared at us (firstly my boss then me) for a moment and then burst out laughing. Then again, he started saying something in Kannada, this time in a cheerful way. My boss then told him "sorry" in Hindi  "Sorry, galti se ho gaya". I wonder if he got any of that, but then that saved me.. :) He told us in Hindi "theek.. chaltya" (Fine, that's OK).. Even the Hindi they speak is of a completely different kind. I then moved ahead..

I would like to keep this post short. I plan to publish some more interesting experiences in my future posts.

After this, whenever I met someone Kannada, I usually reply by saying "Kannada Barodilla", and then it leads to an interesting conversation.

I hope I did not hurt feelings of any staunch Kannada-speaking-person. If my other roommate Hemant Bhaiya comes to know I have written all this and published on the blog, he will chew me out raw.. :D as he speaks Kannada fluently.



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