Farewell Thathi, May you rest in peace,i did not come to see you Thathi but I will always remember you, Thank You for being there for me, Thank You for everything you have done for me.
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
Godspeed
Farewell Thathi, May you rest in peace,i did not come to see you Thathi but I will always remember you, Thank You for being there for me, Thank You for everything you have done for me.
Friday, 5 March 2010
My Blogu!
I spoke to a friend of mine today, yes he’s not imaginary, we started off talking about how we are doing, what we are doing, and the exclamations MY GOD! YOU! MANCHESTER!the surprised talk when you have not met each other for a long time, in our case it was a VERY long time, that’s when i realised this fella has got a very thick sometimes incomprehensible northerner accent, and i was stunned! Hang on man, couple of years ago when we were in Bangalore you were just like the other million of us:
Eh Krishnan where are you going da? Cafeaa? You are going to cafeaa? I’m wookay , im not coming im going to market need to go with my sister to grind rice da..you go
You see people from most of the southern states, especially Bangalore have this tendency to insert an ‘A’ at the end of a word, especially if it’s a question, for instance; You going to schoola?
Where do you want to meet? Bus stopa?
Some of the working class people tend to completely forget about the sheer existence of this alphabet ‘S’ let alone using it to pronounce;
“ Sar i went to our usual bus top and next to it there is a new police tation, police tation sar, remember there used to be a garageu”
Now this sar or sir’s typical response would be “wat are you saying? Police Stationaa? Ayoo This Indranagaru how it was, what has become see? Che che”
Also it’s very important to insert a ‘U’ if you are referring to inanimate objects , people, food, anything, for instance...
If you are in Bangalore and in this local restaurant, Remember most of these roadside or small restaurants do not have a menu, and ask the waiter what’s there, he will rattle the items so fast you can’t keep up, he’s the perfect answer to a Gattling Gun, you will risk ordering the First and the last item you heard, so if you politely ask this chap he will oblige :Beeru, coffee, milku, manchurianu, noodlesu, so on.
I used to frequent this pub called ‘NASA’, NASA because it’s dark, dingy, and the walls have this oval shaped windows which apparently resemble windows of a space shuttle, and yes the ceilings and walls are decorated with wallpaper showcasing our solar system, comes with all the works, stars, black hole etc..
The waiters there still pronounce PINT as “pinn t”.
Talking to this chap reminded me of Bangalore, all those places i used to frequent, especially Kohinoor, where you get “chilli manjurian”, “Lemon Pigle”, “KP”, “CP” and you wash your hands in that ‘SING’ but it’s an awesome place to eat...and obviously owned by a Malayalee
Any guesses - why this beautifulu city has been renamed to ‘Bengaluru’
Eh Krishnan where are you going da? Cafeaa? You are going to cafeaa? I’m wookay , im not coming im going to market need to go with my sister to grind rice da..you go
You see people from most of the southern states, especially Bangalore have this tendency to insert an ‘A’ at the end of a word, especially if it’s a question, for instance; You going to schoola?
Where do you want to meet? Bus stopa?
Some of the working class people tend to completely forget about the sheer existence of this alphabet ‘S’ let alone using it to pronounce;
“ Sar i went to our usual bus top and next to it there is a new police tation, police tation sar, remember there used to be a garageu”
Now this sar or sir’s typical response would be “wat are you saying? Police Stationaa? Ayoo This Indranagaru how it was, what has become see? Che che”
Also it’s very important to insert a ‘U’ if you are referring to inanimate objects , people, food, anything, for instance...
If you are in Bangalore and in this local restaurant, Remember most of these roadside or small restaurants do not have a menu, and ask the waiter what’s there, he will rattle the items so fast you can’t keep up, he’s the perfect answer to a Gattling Gun, you will risk ordering the First and the last item you heard, so if you politely ask this chap he will oblige :Beeru, coffee, milku, manchurianu, noodlesu, so on.
I used to frequent this pub called ‘NASA’, NASA because it’s dark, dingy, and the walls have this oval shaped windows which apparently resemble windows of a space shuttle, and yes the ceilings and walls are decorated with wallpaper showcasing our solar system, comes with all the works, stars, black hole etc..
The waiters there still pronounce PINT as “pinn t”.
Talking to this chap reminded me of Bangalore, all those places i used to frequent, especially Kohinoor, where you get “chilli manjurian”, “Lemon Pigle”, “KP”, “CP” and you wash your hands in that ‘SING’ but it’s an awesome place to eat...and obviously owned by a Malayalee
Any guesses - why this beautifulu city has been renamed to ‘Bengaluru’
Monday, 1 March 2010
From paris with love,calling karthik
Gargantuan face, eye balls filled with pixels, splash of vivid colours right on your face, and a sore neck.
This is what a bunch of us had to go through; we were the fateful victims sitting staring from the First, front row seats watching ‘From Paris with love’.
It’s a bizarre experience sitting in front row seat, first off it’s a different world altogether, it’s a world where you do feel like a midget, it’s even worse when you are watching a car chase, your will have to move your head left, right, up, down, similar to watching Nadal firing in his cross court, you are so close to comfort, you will have to slide all the way down to get a better angle to see the picture. It was not a pleasant experience, even though the gun wielding, coke sniffing, john Travolta was exceptionally good, somehow we watched the movie with utmost uneasiness, everyone’s face said it all.
It was a day of double hits, we watched another movie back to back, this time we got better seats, but an inane movie with a harebrained story line; ‘Karthik calling Karthik’ , it’s a movie which is worth avoiding, but for us at that stage it felt like heaven, we could sit there and watch the movie straight in the eye line zone, Coming back to Karthik, it was not the stereo typical bollywood blast, neither was it a new age movie, it’s a weird concoction, predictability and despondency; it’s all about this bloke suffering from schizophrenia. It was a weird day, Action packed, gun-ho pain in the neck movie, followed by a mentally unstable guy, singing songs, making love, who had embraced delusions and hallucinations, not by choice of course; John Travolta EAT YOUR GUTS man... This fella Karthik will whip you to oblivion at any time....you can shoot 6 baddies with a Beretta, but you can never sing a bollywood song and yet suffer from Schizophrenia and most importantly you can never ever leave yourself voice messages.
This is what a bunch of us had to go through; we were the fateful victims sitting staring from the First, front row seats watching ‘From Paris with love’.
It’s a bizarre experience sitting in front row seat, first off it’s a different world altogether, it’s a world where you do feel like a midget, it’s even worse when you are watching a car chase, your will have to move your head left, right, up, down, similar to watching Nadal firing in his cross court, you are so close to comfort, you will have to slide all the way down to get a better angle to see the picture. It was not a pleasant experience, even though the gun wielding, coke sniffing, john Travolta was exceptionally good, somehow we watched the movie with utmost uneasiness, everyone’s face said it all.
It was a day of double hits, we watched another movie back to back, this time we got better seats, but an inane movie with a harebrained story line; ‘Karthik calling Karthik’ , it’s a movie which is worth avoiding, but for us at that stage it felt like heaven, we could sit there and watch the movie straight in the eye line zone, Coming back to Karthik, it was not the stereo typical bollywood blast, neither was it a new age movie, it’s a weird concoction, predictability and despondency; it’s all about this bloke suffering from schizophrenia. It was a weird day, Action packed, gun-ho pain in the neck movie, followed by a mentally unstable guy, singing songs, making love, who had embraced delusions and hallucinations, not by choice of course; John Travolta EAT YOUR GUTS man... This fella Karthik will whip you to oblivion at any time....you can shoot 6 baddies with a Beretta, but you can never sing a bollywood song and yet suffer from Schizophrenia and most importantly you can never ever leave yourself voice messages.
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