Bangalore or Bengaluru?

Why change the name of a place?

It was really an amazing feeling you go to sleep in your home in one place and wake in a completely new place… that’s what happened to me in Bombay when its name changed to Mumbai.

Lame!!! I know the above statement is really stupid, nothing changed the day the name was changed, now its happening to Bangalore… when ever I raise my voice against the change, the Old Bangaloreans (or Locals) come up with the argument that “its ok when you do it to Mumbai or Chennai, but when it comes to Bangalore there is a lot of problem”, well no it was not OK in either of the places but why follow them. I am not against the changing of the name but the reason that if~otheres~do~it~so~will~we is quite stupid.

Why do we have to change the name? One of my Tamilian friend gave a very good examples (somehow Tamilans tell you everything with an example), one of his friend Sandeep went to US the clients were not able to pronounce his name correctly (how the hell can you not pronounce Sandeep correctly??), so he shortend his name to “Sandy” and was called that for a couple of years and everything went smoothly[citation required] at onsite, after closure of his project he returned to India, “now should we call him Sandy or Sandeep?” asked my friend, “Of course Sandeep” is what I said, you have guessed the rest of the story (in Case you haven’t:  since Sandeep came back to people who can call him by his name he should stick to that).
Stretching the same logic in time we ended up having Bangalore and should go back to Bengaluru. Fact is Sandeep never had to do any paper work to change his name, he just had a “Nick name”, now when Bangalore becomes Bengaluru there will be loads of stuff to change. Is it worth it?

The actual reasons that the names of our cities are changed are because the locals never use the imperial name. Talk to any Kannadiga in Kannada and he will call it as Bengaluru… I am not concluding this topic here cause I don’t know how to conclude it.

Post your thought lets see if we can get a better logic.

Anisuthide…

As promised here goes the first song…

 

Note: Its really difficult to interpret the songs from one language to other… like in “The lord of the rings”, where the author constantly tells that a song in “Elvish” or “Dwarfish” when told in the common speech will be but a shadow of the original… so it is here, I had one of the two options either convey the feeling or the meaning of the words in the songs, I did a bit of both. I have learnt very little Kannada, but even then I am able to appreciate these songs… and try as I may (I took a lot of help from the web and my friends), I am not able to convey the feeling 100%, this sometimes make the words feel comic (like the moon taking a leave), and I apologize for that.

 

Song

Anisuthide yaako indu..                                 There is feeling in me today…

neenene nannaval endu…                               that you were meant to be mine…       

maayada lokadindha                                      from the magical world

nanagaagi bandavalendu.                               You have come down for me.

aaha yantha madhura yaatane……!                Oh! It’s such a beautiful torment

Kollu hudugi ommenanna                              kill me once oh girl

 haage summane…..                                      Just for the sake of it

Anisuthide yaako indu…                                There is feeling in me today…

 

Suriyuva soneyu.                                            The flowing sap

sucheide ninnade parimala                               is spreading your fragrance…

enn yaara kanasalu ninu hodare  talamara..       If you are in others dreams, I am uneasy.

purna chandira raaja haakida                           even the full moon took a leave

ninnya mogavanu kanda kshana                       the moment he saw your face…

naa kaidi neena sere mane..                              I am a prisoner in your dungeons

tappi nanna appiko omme                                hug me once even if by mistake 

haage summane………..                                    just for the sake of it…

Anisuthide yaako indu…….                             There is feeling in me today…

 

Tutigala hoovali                                              On the petals (flower) of the lips

aadada maathina sihiyide                               there is a sweetness of untold words…

manasina putadali kevala                               in the pages of my mind

ninnade sahi ide                                            there is only your autograph..

haneyali bareyada ninna hesara                     the words missing from my forehead(**)   

hrudayadi naane korediruve,                         I have engraved them in my heart

ninagunte idara kalpane? ,                              do you have an inkling about this?

nanna hesara kooge omme                           call me by my name once

haage summane….                                        just for the sake of it…

Anisuthide yaako indu………..                      There is feeling in me today…

 

** the words on the fore head are supposed to be written by creator, here the meaning is that even when the lord forgot to put your name in my life, I have put your name in my heart

Cigarette

Aaaahhh the feeling… I just had a smoke alone, its one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. To stand there with no worry in the world or all the worry in the world, those few minutes you feel you can take on anything, its happened a thousand times before, and yet it keeps happening again, alas that a cigarette does not last long enough or the world would be ruled by smokers (may be it still is…).

I have some of my most fond memories with a stick lighted in my hand, be it while on top of a mountain after trekking for days or by the river after a dip.

There is no occasion for a smoke or rather all the occasions are for a smoke… just about to propose to someone… have a smoke, just proposed… have a smoke, proposal accepted… have a smoke (could well be one of you last), rejected!! What the heck? Go have a smoke.

People (Non Smokers or NS) have asked me how it feels? How does it feel to be in love, to see the sun set in the sea, to experience a morning in the forest… no, it can not be explained, it has to be experienced, there are a few experiences in the world to match it… and none of them are so easily achieved.

A cigarette after a full meal, it’s the “cigarette” that completes the meal.

A cigarette in the rain is one of the most beautiful experiences.

A cigarette while driving on my bike or in my car… no distance is unconquerable.

A cigarette with my friends has given me that extra bond with them, smokers gel more easily with one another… its like the brotherhood of fag (all of us have been prosecuted at some point in time)… we all know one another… there is this bond we share… religion no bar, color no bar, region no bar… if cigarette is made a national pass-time most of our wars and fights would be solved.

There is a reason why smokers can so easily fall in love… because they have already experienced it… the way love fills your heart… cigarette goes a step further it fills your heart, lungs and your entire chest, to inhale the smoke keep it for that tad second in your mouth before it rushes into your chest, it fills you… goes to every part of your body, its exactly like breathing, except that its much better… then exhale the smoke in rings or in clouds, it’s a special feeling knowing that you have lost a part of your life with that… its like blowing a small time of your life in smoke… to realize that and still do it is a very enriching experience. I can keep going about this forever.

For all the people who try to ban smoking, there is a simple solution ask them to smoke for 5 days and if the still feel its not worth it then let them go ahead and ban it… its never going to happen… they don’t know what they are missing… exactly like veggies, they have never tasted flesh…. But then it’s an altogether a different story

Mungaaru Male

Finally after being in Bangalore (soon going to be “Bengaluru”) for such a long time and picking up so much Kannada that an outsider might think I am a Kannadiga (and its not “Kannadi” or “Kannad”, like my friends kept reminding me). I saw my first Kannada (its “Kannada” and not “Kannad” as we call it) movie… well its not my first Kannada movie, but the first one that was worth writing about, I had seen a couple of movies a long time ago, one was a remake… and the other was full of violence, where the hero keeps chopping of people through out the movie, I had more or less made up my mind not to see any more.

I was constantly bugging my Kannada colleagues about the lack of quality Kannada movies…  and the only retort they had was “Watch Mungaaru Male” (which literally translates to “Pre Monsoon Rain”), I kept ignoring them.

Finally when I was going around in the Forum Mall, one of my Kannada colleagues cornered me and said that he will take me to the movie (he had already seen the movie 3 times)… so we ended up buying a couple of tickets for the show… had a stupid pizza (that’s what all pizzas are… stupid) and walked into PVR.

I just fell in love with the movie… what makes it such a nice movie? I still don’t know…. But what I guess is…

It has amazing dialogues by Ganesh… well so do loads of movies.

The locations and cinematography is really spell binding (especially the “Falls” sequence), well still not enough to make it such a great movie.

The music is out of this world, but that should have helped the movie sound track to hit the roof, but not the sole contributor for the movies success.

While undoubtedly each of the above factors have contributed to the success of the movie, there was one thing that was world apart.

It’s the lyrics, well to tell you the truth I have still not fully understood the lyrics, but the little that I understood was enough to make my heart flutter.

 Now I am bugging my Kannadiga friends again… this time around to fully understand the lyrics, I will try to post them as soon as I am able to.

btw is it Mungaru Male or Mungaaru Male?

Embarrassment 1:

These are some of the most embarrassing moments of my life….

1. I love eating, I eat big time, never miss a party… so there was this one time, when I was invited to a party from one of my Aunts, went there all tidy and stuffed my self, and was almost on my way home, when the lady decided to meet me… she came up to me and said “Hello”… I said “Hello” (I am not really that good at conversing with people)… then: Silence… I looked this way and that, still didn’t come up with anything to say… so just quipped in “What’s the party for??”

2. I was pretty bad at Home work assigned in school… so my teacher partnered me with the class “babe”… every evening I had to go to her home, finish my homework, and go back… the day this was assigned, I dreamed in-fact I fantasized, me with the babe… all alone, wow! I went to her place… she opened the door (hmm… angle), she was wearing a Tee shirt and cycling shorts …(next day I told every one that it was just above the knee… and the rumor mill grinded and grinded and when last I heard it, It was so short that her shirt almost covered it.), then tragedy, she lived with her parents and brother and an ass of a dog (How the hell did I not think of it). The dog or bitch had this bad habit; it would come close to your dick smell and bark… and bark… and bark…. I have never seen her or her friends in the eye since then…

3. This, I guess happens to everyone… a beautiful girl waves at you, you don’t know her… but what the heck she is a “beautiful girl”, so you smile and go towards her… then her friend pops up from behind you… then you realize that she was actually waving at her… both the girls look at you and giggle… It has happened to you right?? Please tell me it has…

4. Forgot to zip my Pants…. Many times…

5. I was always late to collage; it was in the second year… I was late as usual… the class had already begun, I stood near the door, and something was amiss… the professor bid me come inside the class… and I did… the whole class was first smiling then laughing and then outright howling… see, I had stopped just outside the class to scratch my ass… and when the professor asked me to come in… well, I came in… still scratching, till I went to my place… and just before sitting down… I did the most horrible thing… I smelled my fingers.

 6. This is a topper…I had once jacked off watching some movies at home (no one was home except me)… so the floor was splattered with you~know~what, I went into the lobby where the maid used to keep the cloth used to clean the floor, took it and cleaned the you~know~what… the maid has started hiding the cloth since then…

Lord of the rings

This simply has to be one of the best movies every made… I have read the novel and seen the movie innumerable times… and just went and bought myself the extended edition DVDs… for 2000 odd bucks… and let me tell you its the best investment I have made (better than the plot that I’ve bought). The extended edition has 12 DVDs, 2 DVDs each for each part of the movie (total 6 Movie DVDs) and 2 DVDs each for the making of each part.

 

It’s “extended” because there are additional scenes added in the DVDs that were missing in the original. The first movie is extended by about 35 minutes, the 2^nd by about 1 hour and the 3^rd by about 1 and a half hour. This is one movie that has to be watched either in the theaters or on DVD.

Dad

            There are times when I see a person on the street, and feel that we are connected, like s/he is my long lost brother/sister, and I am not entirely sure they are not. I always suspected my dad had more to his sinister~only~to~women~smile than just a nice hello… I have never caught my dad with another women with his pants down, but I have caught loads of women with their Saree’s on the floor with my dad. So guess that guy on the street might just be my bro.

I

‘India’ they say, is a strange country, but my ‘family’ I say, is stranger still…

While the rest of India craves for a boy child, my family preferred the fairer sex… me thinks its because my father thought that I will follow in his foot steps (not your everyday father type footsteps, you would not want your son to have such nice foot steps to follow)…  how wrong he was….

  

“I” was a mistake… of my parents.

 

Before me, my parents had a nice little girl, and were happy… then they did a mistake (lets not dwell into the embarrassing details), they don’t necessarily accept that it was a mistake, but, there is a certain “someone” against kohinoor case pending in a small court.

 

That apart, lets get to where it all began… the year was 1980’s something a very seductive day in the month of May and god was having trouble entertaining himself, he created a nice little flood, which killed just about 100 people…. He was still bored, the next day he blew up a pretty storm, got another 100 odd to his list…. Nope he was still bored. Then he decided it was time for some long-term entertainment the saas bahu kind but a little extended, instead of just a few years he wanted something that lasted a few decades.

 

God decided it was time to get back to the “basics”… took out his pen and paper, and started inking a new life… it took him a few days, then he stood back to admire his creation… he had gone a tad too far, and could not see his writing… came a few steps closer, read the whole story from line one…. to the last line, God… was disappointed, “is this the best I can do? Where is a little sorrow when you want some?” back to work. After a long and tedious labor God finally created “it”, read and reread then he thought “no…. Nobody deserves such a life” and he shoved it aside… “Phew” or so you thought.

 

The life story was all but forgotten, till a very nasty day, when god and lady god had a little misunderstanding and god had to “under-stand”, god was really angry… he took out his old story and decided to bring it to life…. But there was a small catch, no deserving parents were looking forward to a baby right then… so… so nothing, he is “the” god “you taketh what he giveth whether you wanteth or not wanteth” biblbe story 30, verse 5, paragraph 4.

 

God looked around and saw a beautiful “deserving couple”… that were all coy and stuff (since this is not a porn site, cant give further details). And the said mistake happened.

 

9 months later I entered this pitiful world, I am pretty sure where ever I was before I came here was a nice, fulfilling place… I really find this a pitiful world.

 

So that was a brief (lux cozy… what’s yours?) introduction about me.

Hello world!

tradition, I say…. tradition we cant break it now can we… so we need the hell-o world, i think, i will take the hell.