There lived a farmer in a village!

When I was in school, Hindi was one of my favorite languages, in fact all the three languages I studied were my favorite. A part of it had to do with the teachers who taught me, especially my Hindi and English teacher. They inspired me and always had a positive approach to teaching and learning. Even though speaking in English was mandatory in my school, Hindi was not a language everyone was comfortable speaking to each other in a place like Kerala. So it was either Malayalam or English. Nothing in between. So imagine my struggle when I left home for the first time in my life to a place where everyone speaks either Marathi or Hindi.

Pune, the place I still consider one of the best places in India had many universities and colleges that it’s essentially called a students hub. There were people from all around India coming to Pune and the majority of them spoke comfortably in Hindi, their mother-tongue. My college had an obvious policy that everyone should speak amongst each other in English while hardly anyone felt comfortable doing exactly that. So as a South-Indian or Mallu, I had trouble making friends initially. Towards the starting of our first semester, I knew that if I needed to make some friends, I needed to break the ice and in order to break it, I needed to converse in Hindi. So as I imagined falling into the feet of my long lost Hindi teacher for her blessing and started speaking broken Hindi mixed with English, some of them stared at me in utter disbelief, some decided to run away and some even laughed on my face which kind of is an ice half broken. See, I was so conscious of my Hindi that when I spoke, I used the same accent in which I spoke English. So clearly my modulation and pronunciation was different.

By second semester a lot had changed and my friends started making me speak famous dialogues from Hindi movies for their mere pleasure. I was also given difficult words to decode and if I asked the meaning, few of them even gave me the exact opposite meaning of it (I’m talking to you, SHRUTI) and some in my hostel even taught me the hardcore swear words from the language. It was fun to be a part of it and laughing at myself was never an issue for me from childhood. But then my Hindi improved drastically as time went, it’s still not perfect but I can speak confidently to anyone without making much mistakes.

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Maybe it’s not advisable to make fun of his Hindi when mine isn’t that great either but I find it adorable to hear him try. You would think a guy who lived for many years in Hyderabad, where you would either need Telugu or at the least Hindi, would atleast learn to speak a few sentences to get around the place. Nope, that did not happen. And it’s not like his Malayalam is better either. It’s cute, but definitely not good. So as I go ahead and try speaking to him in Hindi and Malayalam, you know, for the laughs, he will most probably try to shut me up with my effervescent knowledge in technology. And until next time he decides to finish that farmer’s story, let’s just say that Karma is quite busy at the moment. 😀 Have a good day/night everyone 🙂