Thursday, October 29, 2009

english V kannada

Yesterday I was travelling in the BMTC (Bangalore Metropolitan Transport Corporation), to home. I was browsing lazily in my mobile phone and a fellow passenger asked me about the mobile phone make and model. I lazily answered to it. He began asking questions about my profession, where I was working, what kind of technology I am onto etc. I was not at all interested in answering him, but formally answered to them all. He then asked me where I am from, and then he began to say that he loves my place and would surely visit the place sometime in his life. I was just smiling to his answers.

All our conversations was in English, and after some routine questions the flow broke. He might have understood that I was not interested in answering his questions. Then this happened. Another co-passenger in the seat before me started to speak in his native language Kannada. He was speaking to the person sitting next to him. I could understand what he was speaking about. He was frustrated and was telling that in Bangalore every other person speaks in English, the language of foreigners and not Kannada. He seems to be frustrated with the fact that there are lot of non-Kannadigas working in Bangalore. He simply won't blabbering about the issue till he got down from the bus.

Then my think-tank opened. Is a language meant to be a tool for communication alone? Well with people whom I have mingled to this date, its not that. Every one speaks proudly about his native language, and if gets an opportunity ditches the other person's language. But WHY?

Those who speaks about India's caste system divides people; and those who have crapped it will be also in the talks for this language debate. They might also forget the fact that language is just a tool for communication.

For me personally, I love all languages. I try to learn as many languages as I can. But most of the times my intellect is not so sharp I end up not learning any languages. But I am proud of the fact that I know at least 4 languages. I am also trying to learn most of the language in the part of the world I am in. I also try to speak in the language. Its only matter of more and more interactions that I may be missing to learn the language.

I am reminded by my memory about the anti-Hindi agitation that had happened some couple of decades back in Tamil Nadu, India. Everyone were agitating against the "national language of India" and they just want to dump Hindi being a national language in Tamil Nadu. They are total fanatics of the language, and they won't even learn Hindi. I don't complain their love for their language. It is much needed for a language to survive. But why should one hate others language.

Let the language debate grow on you, and post some comments so that there is a healthy discussion on hand.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

the expectation

the life starts when sun is working hard,
first thing for me is expect a call,
but the phone won't ring.

the speed of life catches up; I get ready for office,
by the time always i expect a call,
but the phone won't ring.

the food when glides through the throat,
the next thing i expect is a call,
but the phone won't ring.

the shirt that hangs on me reminds me,
to keep the mobile; and expect a call,
but the phone won't ring.

tired of expectation, i sent out a message,
and continue to walk for the bus,
and again expect a call,
but the phone won't ring.

bored out of simply sitting in the bus,
i'll take out the phone couple of times to check,
but again the phone won't ring.

entering the office the phone enters the vibration,
and i keep it next to me always, in expectation;
but the phone won't ring.

reach back to home; first thing to do
give food for the phone and
keep always your senses open for the call,
but again the phone won't ring.

tired of expectation, i take out the phone
and give a ring.
time stretches out and there i get a ring;
the ring i have been waiting for.

what a time that has been...
waiting for that hour day long...
expecting the phone to ring...
and there is the ring from my dear...

always with love to my dear...
the phone sitting next to me reminds...
that im expecting a call.....
but as usual... the phone won't ring.

the search

when the eyelashes open,
the search begins.

when the senses start to unwind,
the search continues.

when the brush meets the teeth,
the search intensifies.

when hunger comes search of me,
the search starts to breath.

when duty calls me,
the search hibernates for some time.

when im tired of work,
the search reaches its peak.

when im alone,
the search brings on tears.

when im talking with you,
the search pauses for some time.

the search continues,
the search never ends,
the search for finding you.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Tata nano-on road but disappointed look for me

I saw the TATA NANO car on road in Palakkad day before yesterday. And the look sucks. Till now I have seen it from inside the vicinity of a show room and only the front side. The rear side view really is too elevated to give the car a cheap look compared to that of a diesel auto. Its just another cheap designed cheap car. The choice of colour of the customer who drove that car also sucks. It was a cyan coloured nano. Unfortunately I do not have a photo to share as I was driving past the vehicle and was not in a position to take pictures. But even if I had the chance to click the pictures I would have refrained from taking it. Wish TATA good luck though.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Hello world

It has been for ages a practice amongst computer programmers to start any program with the message in the title. "Hello World". Being myself a computer programmer I also do not wish to change the practice.
Though technically speaking this has not been my first blog, I have been a blog owner for years now. In fact it has become very tedious for me to manage all the blogs I own. But again all those blogs has not been fully my writings. I completely dedicate this blog for that purpose. Wish me luck world.

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