Its all here…
…Teenager’s Hangout, Philosophers’s Bench-stone, Friends’ Adda,
Lover’s Rendevous, Pensioner’s Club, Walker’s Fitness Center,
Family Gettogether Spot. And sometimes… trains come here too 😉
Its all here…
…Teenager’s Hangout, Philosophers’s Bench-stone, Friends’ Adda,
Lover’s Rendevous, Pensioner’s Club, Walker’s Fitness Center,
Family Gettogether Spot. And sometimes… trains come here too 😉
Berlin Sphere
This is a strange looking structure in Berlin; a huge glass sphere full of mirrors on the inside, and a gigantic staircase spiraling around the perimeter all the way to the top. See the reflection of the top of the doom in the picture.
And from the top, one gets a good view of the city.
Remembered the Gol Gumbaz of Bijapur, a trip I had grudgingly made with my (now late) Dad when I was just about to begin my engineering – the first (and unfortunately only) trip with just the two of us. It was amazing how travel brings the travellers together – after that trip I had understood him a lot better (quarreled with him a lot lesser) 🙂 Why is it that we are unable to see the value of people we take for granted? Anyway, there we were inside the dome, in the balcony in the upper part. We both stood on opposite sides of the massive dome – I could see him far away on the other side. Yet when he spoke, I literally jumped! Because it seemed like he was standing just next to me! I spoke too, and he responded clearly. Luckily there were no other visitors at that time and it was very silent and peaceful. We tried with decreasing loudness, finally almost whispering, and every time the sound was crystal clear, such was the acoustics of the dome. Anyway we were done with the experimenting when a gang of visitors walked in
chattering loudly.
Coming back to this glass dome in Berlin, I wondered aloud to my friend if there could be any special purpose to it. He replied yes there is, these people have too much of money, they just dont know what to do with it, so they build something like
this. His funny explanation comes to my mind many times while wandering around in the West.
Date: Wednesday, July 26, 2000
Allegedly Art
Had come across some vague structures like this earlier, but this was the ultimate. Maybe somebody didnt know where to throw the remnants of some construction material. Or maybe it really is beautiful, though I wonder in the eyes of which beholder?
Location: Some city in Germany.
Date: Wednesday, July 26, 2000
Mirror Mirror in the Tram
There were so many glass sheets in the tram that I could see ghost-like reflections of my friend (sitting beside me) all over the tram. Not all are discernible in the photo though.
Location: Dusseldorf, Germany
Date: Thursday, July 13, 2000
Sailing Ahead
On a map, saw a large blue patch in the middle of a green patch in a map and guessed there might be something worth exploring on a weekend. Turned out to be right – this was a huge lake with many walking tracks and forest all around its perimeter. A typical example of nature coexisting within city limits in Germany. Location: Dusseldorf
Sphynx
In a science museum in Essen, Germany
Date: Monday, August 28, 2000
Kaledioscope
This was a huge kaledioscope into which one could peer into what seemed to be a spectacular bottomless abyss. Here my camera peered in, with flash.
Location: science museum, Essen, Germany
Date: Monday, August 28, 2000
The Taj
The majestic monument known all over the world as the symbol of Eternal Love. I had my doubts whether it was all just hype, but they vaporized when I stood in front of it. Spent an entire day just soaking in its beauty, photographing it from every possible angle.
Apart from the foreigners, I was surrounded by people from all over India – speaking all kinds of languages… Hindi, Tamil, Telegu,
Kannada, Bengali and Malayalam were those I could recognize. It was a beautiful display of national integration, so many people from all over India coming to visit the magnificent structure that was common to all – just like the love that it symbolizes.
Date: Wednesday, November 21, 2001
One light – a thousand reflections
This is the roof of the Sheesh Mahal (Jaipur), made entirely of glass/mirrors. Somebody said that a single light could produce thousands of reflections. I took a picture with the flash on and the result was terrible – it was just one white patch. I *desperately*
needed a very small source of light… like a candle! “My kingdom for a candle!” I wanted to cry out… and one of the tourists came forth with a lighter, and that did the trick 🙂
Date: Sunday, November 18, 2001
Temple of a Crore Lingas
KotiLingeshwara Devasthana is a very unusual and beautiful temple in Kolar district, Karnataka. Though I’m not particularly religious, I like temples having that serene ambience and this was one of them. As the name says it – there are over a crore stone Lingas and a single GIGANTIC one.
Date: Saturday, December 9, 2000
God’s own reflections
This was while sailing through some lovely backwaters near Ernakulam, Kerala. As you might guess, this is the reflection of the shore,
inverted by 180 degrees (a trick picked up from photo.net).
Date: Wednesday, December 19, 2001
More backwaters
The lady walked there with just the right colored saree adding to the beauty of the scene.
Date: Wednesday, December 19, 2001
Lake of Five Hundred Temples
Pushkar Lake has 52 ghats and ov
er 500 temples around its banks. A walk around the perimeter could take quite a while but the view of the temples from across the lake (only a fraction is seen in the photo) is well worth it. It is the only place in the world having a Brahma Temple.
Date: Friday, November 16, 2001
pictures of kittens at my home
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Well well well… look at what’s just beyond the edge…



Hah… you don’t scare me!

Deep blue eyes…



who? mess?? us???

what’s beyond that wall…














Stay off my kids!!!




Hmm… what next…

A stray cat happened to find shelter for its kittens at a cupboard
inside my home. Didn’t feel like chasing her away. But of course
couldn’t allow her & family to stay there. Apart from the hygiene
aspects, I got hissed at every time I introduded into “their” home.
And of course fear of eviction for myself when my Mom who was out of
station would soon return from out of station.
So one day when the cat took her family for an outing, I shut all the
windows. She came back after two days, and wailed all night to let her
in. I turned over and covered my ears and fell asleep. Next day
neither mother not kittens were to be seen. It was good timing, thats
when my own mom came back. The cats were not to be seen for a week,
and I wondered how they were doing.
Then one night I heard the cat outside my window (all windows were
closed). My mother said no question of opening the window again. She
told me forget it, nature has its own way and they can take care of
themselves. I agreed and abandaned the idea of helping them. The next
morning I found the kittens scattered all over the place in the
compound. They kept going into my aunts house, or my neighbours house,
wherever they found the tiniest gap to slip in, and got chased out. I
felt they were desperately searching for a home.
Luckily the weekend came, and I built a makeshift shelter at a quiet
secluded place in the backyard. One of the kittens was inside my aunts
home, who for some reason was more terrified of it than it of her. The
mother and other kittens was nowhere to be seen. I picked this one up
and relocated it to its new place. I also kept some food there. And as
I expected, the cat eventually turned up, found the lost kitten, and
the rest of them followed and settled down there. Mutually convenient
deal with a free meal included in the bargain. For me no more
disturbances at night – and an an extra bonus is when I got to take
some shots.
I didn’t give any more food after that, didn’t want to build a
dependency or make them tame… they’ll be better survivors as strays
and I avoided interference as far as possible




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I realized one thing when I was with the kittens. That I call my house
as mine – because my grandfather had bought it paying money he had
earned, and had a document to prove it, and I could prove that I was
the rightful inheritor of my grandfather’s property. All this is legal
as per the laws of the Indian government, recognized as the lawmaking
entity in this part of the world. Hence I could prove that it is my
house to any person in the world who questions me.
But one strange thing about this entire establishment is that it all
comprises of only humans.
What about this cat which had ventured in, what does it know of this
system, and by what means would it buy some property and call it its
own? It has absolutely no place at all !
Comparing this with other species, other species too mark their
territories with scents or pug marks etc, just like we have a compound
wall around the perimeter of our territory. But one fundamental
difference is that wrt other species, their territorial lines are only
relevant to others of the same species! Whereas we humans, our
territorial lines apply to all species of life!!
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When I first returned from a Western country (a few years ago), I went through the same process as most other people… I was aghast seeing people driving so haphazardly as if I was seeing it for the first time in my life. Everybody seemed to be suffering from sheer madness and desperation to get wherever they wanted to go! I felt that riding my scooter to work was next to suicide and had decided to migrate to a Western country asap since I was under the impression that I surely deserved a better quality of life than this!
Anyway something compelled me to stay on, I dont know what exactly, I guess I can never pinpoint it to one reason (though not any idealistic patriotism). Over time I came to some conclusions (based on usual Indian driving scenes witnessed every day, not any extreme rash drivers causing accidents).
At first glance, there is total chaos on the streets. But if you look at it with a quiet mind, some amazing things reveal themselves. The very first miracle is that nobody is having an accident even though many situations look to an outsider, esp a foreigner, that vehicles are surelygoing to collide.
People cross the streets with a calm attitude, though vehicles are zipping around them. Even vehicles see the pedestrians standing in the middle of the street, and unhesitantly bypass them. [If such a thing were to happen in UK, people will just not know how to handle it at all. They will surely just collide, or swere off straight into a footpath or a tree]. But here people just move on. I wondered how it was possible, was it just a matter of getting used to it or was it that everybody was blessed with some kind of brilliant reflexes?
Once I was once standing on the pedestrian overbridge near Majestic and looking at the crowd of traffic below. The road was jam packed with vehicles all moving at an average pace, and still people were crossing it. Any random 10 minutes footage of the vehicles and pedestrians moving in perpendicular directions in the same space would’ve probably qualified for “Worlds most amazing videos”. I wondered if Hollywood could possibly reenact such a scene – it seemed to be a flawless choreography !
After having driven a scooter for well over a decade I have come to one conclusion. That a fundamental concept behind surviving on Indian roads is communication.
This communication is in the form of indicators, honks, a flicker of brake lights, a slight turn of the front wheel, vague gestures some which are supposedly hand signals, a slight tilt of the head or a flick of the wrist saying “you go ahead” or “wait a sec”, a glance at each others eyes, facial expression… these things are so subtle that we take them for granted. Yet I find them incredibly beautiful , I have never seen such delicate communication in any other country’s traffic (based on what little I have seen of the rest of the world).
With the example of pedestrians, when one is driving and sees a person crossing the road, the eyes of the driver and the pedestrian meet, both of them estimate each other’s speed and direction and most importantly – intention – all in a split second. The driver “senses ” that the person is going to walk ahead, he turns slightly and drives on passing the person from behind. Or he senses the person is stopping, he turns slightly in the other direction and drives on passing the person from the front.
Wrt driving itself: There is a certain “flow ” of traffic on the streets, and a new vehicle which enters the street and joins the traffic kind of just merges with this flow. Understanding this flow means driving like you are playing chess… guessing the intent of every person around you in advance. With more and more practice, this becomes second nature, no extra effort is needed. It becomes part of driving itself just like you dont need to “think” to release the clutch or change a gear. And driving this way atleast for me has meant that it is the safest way. One aspect of driving this way in a highly aware state… attentively observing every person/vehicle all around you, is that sudden acceleration and braking is virtually eliminated. It becomes a very very smooth drive.
Accidents (or even close encounters – ‘almost’ accidents which I personally regard as bad as an accident) happen when either one or more of the concerned parties misses out on this communication, or breaks out of the flow. This usually happens when the intent is too random beyond what people around can guess, sudden braking, sudden turns… etc. This especially happens when a person panics, or is indecisive, or is extremely inconsiderate (actually there are fewer inconsiderate people than we think).
Needless to say, none of what I have written implies that we should disregard traffic rules, etc. Its merely one possible perspective of the situation. Till the day comes when laws are strictly enforced, hopefully this perspective will help in safer and more peaceful driving.
So to summarize:
Wish you a safe drive! 🙂
An Extinct Language
After digging up some archeological ruins, some strange scripts [shown in the figures] were discovered. In an unrelated discovery, playback of some tapes recovered from old FM radio stations showed that words from a strange language used occasionally. After further research, scientists could map the ancient script to this language. Scientists then traced the language down to what people in Karnataka used to speak a long time ago!



Though the above paragraph was an exaggeration, it is really not very far from the bitter truth the way things are going on now.
You can choose to change things.
Why bother?
More and more people speak English than Kannada in Karnataka, and
hence English is so much more convenient. And after all English is
indeed a link language in the entire international community which
allows us access to a wealth of knowledge. Speaking brutally
honestly, we have enough problems in our day to day life, why should
we care about some ideological sentiments about saving our own
language? Aren’t there other people having more free time on
their hands who are already doing that?
The hard fact is that a language gives one a sense of IDENTITY,
just like one’s religion or nationality. E.g. when I visited the
Taj Mahal… I could hear people all around me speaking all kinds of
languages… Hindi, Tamil, Telegu, Bengali and Malayalam were those I
could recognize. It was a beautiful
display of national integration, so many people from all over India
coming to visit this magnificent structure common to
all. As I strolled around, I was delighted to hear a group talking in
Kannada… I felt really happy and went and chatted with them. Funny
thing is that was the only way I could recognize that they too were
from the same place as me. This sense of identity is even more
important outside India. One day, in a train in Germany (where its
often hard to find someone who knows even English!), somebody
approached me and my friends when we were talking in Kannada and
asked “bengluurindha bandhidhira?” (Are you from
Bangalore?). After many months in a foreign country,
it was great to meet someone from close to home.
Evidence of extinction
The introductory story was of course an exaggeration, but here are
some observations which depict the true gravity of the situation.
– company
names and signboards – have you seen any new establishment name
or signboard in Kannada? Any new company that comes up now will never
think of having a Kannada name. A rare exception is HaLLi Mane
started in Malleswaram.
– government web sites – the government has done an excellent job in
e-enabling all the government web sites. That’s good progress,
but at a cost. Have you noticed how few of these web sites have a
Kannada interface at all?
– schools
– a great number of schools do not make Kannada mandatory at all
– fm radio stations – We have three music FM radio channels in
Bangalore. We have to thank FM 91 for making the radio popular.
Yet we hear mostly English on it, something I feel that
would be unheard of in any other state in India. Even on FM
Rainbow, I heard somebody who had dialed in pleading that
the programs continue to be conducted in Kannada and not be replaced
by English radio jockeys.
– conversation
even when rarely started in Kannada changes to English. Sometimes
some Kannada words here and there are only a pathetic excuse that the
conversation is still going on in Kannada. There are some people
who act as if they do not know Kannada at all even though it’s
their mother tongue.
– books
in Kannada are something to be really searched for, inspite of
Bangalore having many huge book stalls such as Strand and
Gangarams.
In a cosmopolitan city like Bangalore, English is an
irreplaceable value addition, but has gone on to
become a substitution. However I would say condemning English or
any other language in the name of Kannada is hypocrisy. It would
be an extreme and impractical measure to think of replacing English
completely with Kannada, we have to take a more balanced approach
with the convenience of non-Kannadigas in mind.
Considering that a person who cannot speak Kannada can manage perfectly well in
Bangalore, why should one even make an effort to learn Kannada? Su.
Ram. Ekkundi, a late Kannada poet had said “Learning the
language of the land is like saying `Thank you’ to your host when you
go to someone’s house and accept his or her hospitality. It is one’s
primary duty.” We can only let non-Kannadigas know about this,
but should not put them into any discomfort if they currently do not
feel like learning the language. Hence it must never be forced on
others. Kannadigas should start a conversation in Kannada, and if the
other person is feeling uncomfortable, switch to the language of his
choice. The only time I don’t do this is when the other person
is also a Kannadiga and wants to start talking in English. The most
important change required is in the Kannadigas themselves.
I have faced a couple of occasions when a non-Kannadiga condemned
Kannada, claiming his own language is better. On such occasions, I
did not argue, because such arguments are foolish, a waste of
precious mental energy and time. They are as foolish as arguing that
a lotus is better than a rose. Every Indian language is like a
beautiful flower. I do not believe in starting a conflict and
becoming fanatic about protecting my language. We must never get
carried away and forget the fundamental concept that each of us is a
spiritual being having a human experience (and not the other way
around as it is commonly assumed). Hence do not build up grudges
against people who in casual conversation speak lightly about the
language. That particular aspect of their character may not be very
commendable, but they could turn out to be very wonderful people in
other aspects. The best way to protect my language is to speak it,
not to force others to speak it nor to prove that it is better than
what they are speaking.
Common Reasons
When I think of it, I realize my English is good (“good” is a
very relative word here) because I’ve read a whole lot of books all
my life from comics to novels, hence my English has evolved over
time. My Kannada has been restricted to an informal language
that I
speak with my friends and family.
I studied in a convent school since they are supposed to provide
high quality education. Luckily it was converted to a girl’s
school, and I got chucked out in the third standard, and joined a
government school. Had I continued there, I would have had no
exposure at all to Kannada poets like Da. Ra. Bendre, Kuvempu,
Kailasam, etc. and no knowledge of Karnataka’s history.
I recently went to an Elder ‘s Day Care Center, a very nice place for elderly people. I had heard that they conduct fortnightly cultural events and get togethers for aged people. My grandmother had been complaining of getting bored sitting at home, so I wanted to enquire about whether it would be nice if she could spend a day there occasionally. I spoke to the manager there, and she told me
about the various noble undertakings of the organization. Then she asked if my grandmother knew English. I said yes, she can understand, but not speak in English. She surprised me by saying “all the old people who come here are very maardern, and all the programs are in English”. I did not know what to say. Here I was, a whole generation ahead of her, a specialist in the newly evolving software industry… and I was speaking in Kannada. And this lady here was claiming to be more “maardern” than me! But I did not start a debate about it, since I did not want to be distracted from the main purpose of my visit. However it certainly gave me food for
thought.
Another relatively more valid reason is that it is quite hard to express advanced thoughts in Kannada. Notice any learned person such as a doctor or engineer speaking about some technical topic in Kannada. He makes an attempt and then gradually more and more English starts slipping in. Finally he uses only a few Kannada words here and there and speaks mostly in English. The reason for this is that the language has to evolve along with all other aspects of society. And if the usage of the language itself is less, there is no chance for it to evolve!! If it does not evolve, it will end up becoming more of drudgery for well educated people, struggling hard to express their thoughts in Kannada merely out of obligation to the language. In that case it is only a matter of time before they end up giving up and reverting to the more convenient alternative, i.e. English. There should be some organization (Kannada Sahitya Parishad?) which continuously coins new words and phrases as per the dynamics of modern society, and adds it to the dictionary, and then publishes it regularly. This may look tough but it is far from impossible. Look at an advanced country like Germany. Though they lead the world in a lot of research and technology, they still have masters and post graduate courses in
German.
[I was informed that this is really not a limitation of the language itself but of my knowledge of the language. This kind of an exercise has been done already, e.g. Dr. Shivarama Karantha worked and brought out volumes of English to Kannada dictionaries in 1950s itself to help students pursuing higher technical studies in Kannada. Sahitya Parishad has also made several attempts to help reduce English usage in government offices by publishing English-Kannada handbooks. But due to government’s negligence and officials’ indifference all these attempts have gone waste. But let us not start blaming each other, that is a waste of time which will end up in just pointing a finger at someone else and forgetting about it.]
Root cause
The basic attitude towards the language has to change. It is
considered as a language spoken until we discover that the person
knows English. It should be the language of choice, we
should understand and internalize within ourselves that it is the
language for “high-class aristocrats” as much as it is for
the common man. We can see that when two Kannadigas meet for
the first time, they start talking in English, and often the
conversation continues for a long time in English.
Eventually it may happen that they never get to know that the other
person knew Kannada at all. Why is it in our character to
always talk to well dressed aristocratic people first in English?
After some introspection, I concluded that
this reason comes from our past generation. Around a decade
ago, people used to regard with awe any person who speaks in
English. Knowledge of English was an indication that the person
was well educated. As far as he/she was concerned, the natural
tendency of any well educated person is to try to gain respect from
the society, the easiest means of showing he was well educated
or was in a high position was by speaking in English! Look no
further than many old Kannada movies, where a sophisticated character
like an inspector or a doctor usually uses more English than Kannada.
I would not like to judge whether that was correct or wrong. But
now, in the current times, we need to realize that we have advanced a
lot more in our thinking. One example is that Bangalore has become
one of the IT hubs of the world. We should know that character
is the true indication of education, not the language. I would say
that dependence on English to gain respect only shows weakness in
character, a sign of insecurity that the person is not really proud
to be a Kannadiga! We must share the vision of India being a
developed nation represented by each of her languages,
where English is a value addition to open out to the global
community.
It is quite easy to forget about all this and get on with life as
if none of this matters at all. Its a little more tough to live
believing in the value in protecting one’s culture and identity
which has been handed down to us from the past generations. I do not
believe in forming organizations and making a hue and cry for a
week and forgetting about it. I believe more in a quiet private
revolution, and that the only change required is internal. For
the past one year, I have been taking the following measures to
improve my Kannada. There is no point in taking drastic resolutions
that I will speak only in Kannada in all situations. Change should
be gradual and natural – only this can relentlessly sustained.
It should never be forced merely due to a feeling of
obligation. A little bit of discomfort may be inevitable in the initial stages, but soon it will
become a habit pattern just as speaking in English has been so
all these days.
conversation
Use it in your daily conversation.
Once you are observant of what you say, you will notice as a typical
Bangalorean like me, that you can only speak adulterated
Kannada. A good policy is to speak in pure English while
speaking in English, and pure Kannada while speaking in Kannada. Use
of adulterated language is doing injustice to both Kannada as well as
English. There are so many common English words for which you will
not know the Kannada equivalents at all! If I take my own
example, I would need a lot more time if I were to write this
very essay in Kannada. (I am saying “you” only
for convenience, it applies to me also). It is necessary
to frequently update your vocabulary by some means, e.g.
making a note of some words and at the end of every day, look up
those words using a
n English to Kannada dictionary and remember to
use them next time. Alternatively, do not hesitate to take the help
of your more friends more adept in the language, asking them for “the
right word” (while speaking or writing) or of meanings of
difficult words (while reading or listening). One thing is it may at
first seem awkward to speak in pure Kannada. Once we patiently and
persistently free ourselves from our own social
conditioning, surely a day will come when it will be seen as awkward
to speak in an adulterated language.
Another aspect is that when there are
a group of people, and a few are non-Kannadigas, then it is
considered as bad etiquette to speak in a language that they all do
not understand. If you look at the root of this opinion, it comes
from the West. In the West, people feel highly intimidated if
somebody is speaking in a foreign language, because they speculate
that the person is speaking something against them. So this is quite
valid under many circumstances when you don’t know the other
person well. But when the others are your known friends, who trust
you that you are not taking undue advantage of their lack of
knowledge of the language, and you know that they are not feeling
terribly left out, then you should not hesitate to speak in Kannada.
This should be entirely dependent on the situation; it should not
become a blind rule to speak either only in Kannada or only in a
common language all the time.
encourage others
Encourage others to speak in the
language, but be sure to never carry it beyond a point where they are
not comfortable. Leave it entirely to their interest. An extremely
important point is that when they try to learn, do not laugh at their
attempts and ask them to stop saying that they are killing the
language. This is a common and grave mistake committed by many
Kannadigas.
books
Read a Kannada novel. There are
some excellent literary gems available if you look for it, many of
them have won national acclaim. Start with a simple one, and one
thing is most important for a person who hasn’t read Kannada
for years – patience. For a list of stores selling Kannada
books click here
.
newsletter
subscribe to newsletter – Kannada
Sahitya Parishad publishes a nice newsletter
newspaper
Kannada daily newspaper – the well
established one is Prajavani, the more recent one being Vijaya
Karnataka.
websites
Check out and bookmark these sites
depending on your interest:
–
http://www.thatskannada.com [they
even have a daily email newsletter]
–
http://www.kannadaprabha.com/
–
Kannada web log!
http://www.kamat.com/econtent/kannada_blog/
–
KannaDa Saahitya PuTa
http://www.cs.toronto.edu/~kulki/kannada/kanindex.html
Kannada software
Install baraha, write to relatives in
Kannada instead of English, and even save as HTML or a JPG image. Its
also good fun to experiment with Baraha Direct; this allows you to
type Kannada into a Word document straightaway.
customer services
All call centers or other interactions
to customer services like banks, mobile phones, etc have to be
provided in Kannada as well as English. Remember that they
are dealing with your money, you are their customer, and you
have every right to demand that they speak to you in your own
language. E.g. I was happy to speak to Hutch in Kannada, and they
spoke really well. If Kannadigas always use only English, then they
will surely phase out their Kannada support.
restaurant waiters
So what if it is a five star posh
restaurant. If you feel that it is undignified to speak in
Kannada, and you have to speak in English just because of the posh
ambience, it means you are only a victim of social conditioning.
Break free from this past and go ahead and order in Kannada, and
if the waiter cannot speak it, let the hotel management get you
another waiter. Often the waiter even though he is a
Kannadiga, insists on speaking in English to retain
the “dignity” or “international ambience”
or whatever of the place. It may not even be his fault,
he may be trained to do so, by his manager who for all
you know would probably be a “high-class” Kannadiga too.
Remember that you are not eating there free of cost; they aren’t
doing you any favor by allowing you to eat there.
jokes
Read jokes in Kannada, thats a good
way to start. Listen to some drama cassettes by Hirannaiya… they
are just too good. Recently even Mimicry Dayanand has also produced
some good quality humor in Kannada.
songs
Listen to more of Kannada songs,
there are many excellent melodies. Beware that there are also many
drab and meaningless songs, especially from recent movies, which
seem to be made out of some desperate attempt to make
money. Do not get biased against the language itself by
generalising based on a few such songs.
movies and tv serials
Watch Kannada TV serials and movies.
If possible, share your ideas on how they could be
improved. There is no dearth of Kannada channels e.g. Udaya TV and E
TV. I used to think they’re only limited to boring (to me
atleast) family drama serials based on a few occasional times I
surfed through them while switching channels. But after a few more
attempts at different timings, I was really bowled over to witness a
wide range of very good high quality entertai
nment programs to suit a
variety of tastes.
telephone
Say Namaskaara instead of Hello when
you greet answer the telephone, atleast from home.
mobile ringtones
Download Kannada mobile ringtones
for your mobile, for example from
http://in.search.yahoo.com/mobile?sk=Kannada&cat=107
It cannot be emphasized enough the importance of never dividing
people into categories like Kannadiga and Non-Kannadiga. I am
strongly against making people uncomfortable in any way because they
do not know or are not interested in learning Kannada. The term
Kannadiga used in this article is inclusive of not just people
holding a domicile certificate, but of anybody having any interest in
learning Kannada as a beautiful Indian language, or whose mother
tongue is Kannada. If you identify yourself as a Kannadiga, then
the only change that is required is in you and in you
alone.
Language after all is nothing but an expression of one’s
thoughts; hence there is nothing “wrong” with speaking in
English. Regular usage of Kannada has a more personal touch, as you
are bound to discover with joy once you develop the habit. Let us
make a gradual, effortless effort towards purer Kannada!
I have observed that people studying/working together in any college/establishment, usually group together based on some criteria or the other… maybe caste (sometimes even sub-sub-caste) or language or region or habits (smoker/drinker) or maybe project, etc. This is perfectly fine and only natural; but the only problem is that in many cases, they are open to only members of their own group, and start building invisible walls to everybody else outside it. In other words, all other non-group members are mostly ignored as if they didn’t even exist, and are only spoken to out of professional obligation or courtesy. Friendship and openness is mostly restricted to those within the group.
I think that if everybody (needless to say, to begin with, each individual including me) were to slowly and gradually start demolishing the walls that they have built around them, the world would be a pretty cool place!
As an engineer, if the problem is to be understood before thinking of a solution, then I found the following excerpt from HHGTTG* a fairly good problem description:
“in one corner of the Eastern Galactic Arm lies the large forest planet Oglaroon, the entire ”intelligent” population of which lives permanently in one fairly small and crowded nut tree. In which tree they are born, live, fall in love, carve tiny speculative articles in the bark on the meaning of life, the futility of death and the importance of birth control, fight a few extremely minor wars, and eventually die strapped to the underside of some of the less accessible outer branches.
In fact the only Oglaroonians who ever leave their tree are those who are
hurled out of it for the heinous crime of wondering whether any of the other
trees might be capable of supporting life at all, or indeed whether the
other trees are anything other than illusions brought on by eating too many
Oglanuts.Exotic though this behaviour may seem, there is no life form in the Galaxy
which is not in some way guilty of the same thing”
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* = Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy – a science fiction triolgy, the best I have ever read!! (since it also happens to be the only science fiction triolgy I have read)
As a young citizen of India, armed with technology, knowledge and love for my nation, I realise, small aim is a crime.
I will work and sweat for a great vision, the vision of transforming India into a developed nation, powered by economic strength with value system.
I am one of the citizens of billion; Only the vision will ignite the billion souls.
It has entered into me; The ignited soul compared to any resource is the most powerful resource on the earth, above the earth under the earth.
I will keep the lamp of knowledge burning to achieve the vision – Developed India.
If we work and sweat for the great vision with ignited minds, the transformation leading to birth of vibrant developed India will happen.
This song, when sung in our own beautiful languages will unite our minds for action.
– Abdul Kalam
The Florida State University, Tallahassee, Florida has put up a very interesting Java applet on their site. It begins as a view of the Milky Way Galaxy viewed from a distance of 10 million light years and then zooms into towards Earth in powers of ten of distance. 10 million, to one million, to 100,000 light years and so on and then when it finally reaches a large Oak tree leaf. But that is not all it zooms into the leaf until it reaches to the level of the quarks viewed at 100 attometers.
This is a fantastic representation of how magnificent the Universe is and how vastly infinite it is both in the macroscopic and the microscopic level.
Copy and paste the link below to your browser address bar to view this:
http://micro.magnet.fsu.edu/primer/java/scienceopticsu/powersof10/index.html
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Here is another story in this context:
When Svetaketu, at his father’s bidding, had brought one of the tiny fruits from the massive banyan tree, his father said to him, Split the fruit in two, dear son.
Here you are. I have split it in two.
What do you find there?
Innumerable tiny seeds.
Then take one of the seeds and split it.
I have split the seed.
And what do you find there?
Why, nothing, nothing at all.
Ah, dear son, but this great tree cannot possibly come from nothing. Even if you cannot see with your eyes that subtle something in the seed which produces this mighty form, it is present nonetheless. That is the power, that is the spirit unseen, which pervades everywhere and is all things. Have faith! That is the spirit which lies at the root of all existence, and that also art thou, O Svetaketu. (Tat-tvam-asi).
(Chandogya Upanishad)
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Also consider what Albert Einstein has said…
A human being is part of the whole, called by us “universe,” limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a prison, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons close to us.
Our task must be to free ourselves from our prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all humanity and the whole of nature in its beauty.
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Consider the java applet, the upanishad story and Einsteins statements… don’t they somehow all seem to be some clues towards solving the grand mystery of life… like pieces of a big jigsaw puzzle! 🙂