Bangalore Yap

Life happens when u least expect it. The small tit bits are usually the memorable instances of our lives. After my ordeal with the north, my marriage brought me down south. I had never heard so much of the southern languages earlier. Yeah, being in Bangalore did give me breathers with the banglish yet 'aul is not so simble heere'.


Machha was a novel concept for me. For every sentence came in Macha.. I recognized the word immediately, I am smart, you see. Machha = macho. Many years hence, I understood the true meaning. Yaa another suffix which bangaloreans use, Yaa= yaar. What about Maa & Paa.. ohk they are also suffixes depending on the gender.

This was simpler but worse did come when all (tamil, kannada and malyalam) was thrown at me together. The first morning at our Bangalore house, I was still trying to recollect the names of my new found relatives when I heard, ting ting ting. Some sort of a bell. Suddenly all were running around. Aunties, mummies, daughters… nighties, payjamas saying, Aeyi.. Kasa banthu! Seeing my puzzled look, someone did explain that Kasa came, but who was Kasa? What made them run for it, I learnt it soon. One huge round lady, pushing a cartwheel of garbage. I don’t know if she was bigger or the load, but I knew why all were running.

Over the years, I became wiser and realized that the tone also matters here. One would never say, Venno (do you want? In regular mal) they will sing a song asking, venammmaa! And everything is FULL here no halves mind u! Fuuull right hogi (take extreme right), Fuuull clean maadi (clean it well), Fuuulllaa thorsi (show all items). Bangalore kannada is not that tough, if you have a background in english, hindi and any one, southern language, it’s easy to grasp. Bus= Bus + (u) = bussu, Car= car + (u) = Caroo. Same formula applies to any object eg, soap-u, bed-u etc. Am sure there must be more fundas to explain it fuull, but waat to do macha, no time only!

TO be or NOT to be?

This feeling of to be and not to be is hovering around, since I reached here. To do or not to do. To go or not to go. To help or not to. To take over or not to. To surrender or not to; To share or not; to write or not; to post or not; to forget or not…


I never found life so complicated till now. It’s a feeling of nowhere, no more; which is holding me back. Wish I could be more forthcoming and just get away with these question marks. I try to make it simpler, taking one day at a time but the future makes me anxious. Wish I could grab the pen like old days and write my favourite ‘to do’ list. I love making to-do list and I feel elated to strike through the ‘done’ points. As if those things will never come up again in life, as if I have done away with them. It’s like one tension less.. hmm. Soon I will be back, I have to be back. How it would give me immense peace to cancel out this Number one task.. to or not to be