HOPE

On the dinner table one of my friends raised what appeared a simple enough question.
Pragmatism or optimism or Pessimism?

I think it was Churchill who said there is no other way to live other than being an optimist. I am going to start off of ruling out pessimism. It does not seem to make sense to me.

Between being a pragmatic or a optimist.
I guess it depends on the circumstances and individual to a certain extent. Will I clock sub 10 sec in 100mt sprint. Ofcourse no (unless I get the same trainer as Gatlin). But will I end up being a billionaire someday. Ofcourse yes.

I also think success and failure has to become personal or as the gyan givers would like to say "internalise". That is when you will care to succeed and hate to fail.

EXHAUSTED MINDS


Hoping to fixup my oflate screwed up office hours.
Hoping to cut down on my travel time.
Hoping to have a smooth drive and not to run into
erratic bus and rick drivers.
Hoping to reach office fresh and start the week afresh.
Hoping to have a nice weekend ahead with all the deadlines
met during the weekdays.

I guess this is how Bangaloreans start their Monday mornings.
On Aug 21 I did the same and reached High grounds heading towards
Cubbon road. But Mr Abdul Kalam decides to visit Bangalore
and head out on the Bangalore roads on a Monday morning at
the peak traffic hour. I can understand if one of those
half wit politicians who dont give a damn about the ordinary
souls does it. As we have learnt to live with the fact that
the politicians are the present day brown skinned rulers.
But here is a man whom we want to respect and he disappointed
me. There was no announcement prior to his visit. When
I was stuck in traffic I could hear fm channels telling
people to avoid the same road I was stuck on.

I cant see why politicians lives are more precious than mine.
And I cant accept how they always have to travel at the wrong times.
I remember Mr Deve Gowdas visits to Blr when he was the Prime Minister
and the whole city would come to a stand still. I dont think
what ever he does is that important that the whole city has
to suffer. Please do your inaguarations between 10pm and 6am
and deliver your rhetorics on media and they will
ensure it reaches the masses. Else bloody well
fix the infrastructure. I know I am asking for too much
but HOPE is a good thing.

first test post. more to come

Languages

These languages have rich history and a lot more to it than what I am saying. But these are my experiences and views.

My mother tongue is Telugu. I speak a dialect which is so mixed with Kannada words that when I try to talk in Telugu with the hardcores they ridicule me. The language sounds sweet when
spoken properly. People in TamilNadu speak another variation which again sounds hilarious.
I have noticed that people from Andhra have this habit of mixing English words inappropriately.
Fooddu chesava?.

I grew up in Karnataka, learnt Kannada as my first language. Probably the language that I am most comfortable as I can understand most of the different ways of speaking Kannada. I can also understand poems, lyrics and movie dialogues. Again a sweet language. But the state
of this language is not healthy. I am sure the experts can dwelve into the details but I would be happy with a good Kannada movie industry to start with and quality of lyrics as good as the oldies.

I grew up in a town called KGF. KGF is a Tamil speaking region inside Karnataka. People who grow up in KGF will inevitable end up liking the spirit of being a Tamilian. I cant read,
can't write Tamil and can't understand even a bit of the Tamil news on TV. But we grew up essentially as Tams. Amongst all the communities in KGF the Tams had the best capacity to enjoy life. BTW It has a huge repository of cuss words.

Ofcourse I know English. Studied in a Convent, grew up in a town with colonial hangover. Our dhohi could speak better English than us. The language which I use the most but will never be able to master it.

With a lot of reluctance, Hindi. My third language at school. Managed to just about clear it. Endless hours of tele serials and movies have certainly helped. If Ramayan and Mahabharat had not happened then South India would have been much worse than it is. Hindi certainly helped me during my stay in Pune.

Sanskrit, I know a few Shlokas. I dont know what they mean. But I can recognize if it Sanskrit or not.

Then Urdu, especially the Urdu the Muslims speak in Karnataka. Urdu is very graceful. But the Urdu spoken in Karantaka can be sometimes very hilarious.

Marathi, I know enough to say I dont know Marathi. "fucktha" means "only". So guess what "ladies only" reads in Marathi.