13 Things to Remember on Turning 30!

I am turning thirty. In the age of millenials and what not, this number becomes a fatalistic reminder that we are no longer the prime target audience for condom and cola ads, but for medical insurance and backache commercials.

30 a strange and dangerous number.  The number appears so final. You have finished a decade. You need to take a deep look at yourself and contemplate whether the superhero tee shirts need to relinquished henceforth and the tight fit jeans sacrificed for comfortable trousers.

Instead of sulking about the fact that i am out of my twenties, i decided to write. A list for the folks out there who have , shall soon and are dreading turning 30. So i sat down in the sultry Mumbai summer and compiled a list of things we should keep in mind when we touch the magic figure.

13 things to keep in mind when turning 30!

 

  1. Settling Down is a state of mind.

Some of us are meant to be happily married. Some of us are meant to be married early. Some of us are meant to be both.  I have several juniors tying the knot much before me. I hold no grudges or against these overenthusiastic neophytes ( except that they flood my Facebook with pictures where they look at each other like two competing hypnotists). Never let a number decide when you should “settle down” i.e. tying the knot. Dont force love. And certainly don’t force matrimony. Or anything for that matter.

 

  1. Dont judge your situation with material belongings.

I don’t have a car. I don’t own a house. I don’t even have a microwave ( ofcourse Telugu cooking doesn’t warrant one). I drive a ten year old Silver Honda Unicorn which continues to be my longest relationship.  I prefer the local trains to cabs. I survive on my salary.  I have realised that in the long run, material attachments are ephemeral and the simplicity of life is its true flavour. Keep yourself grounded.  Walk around barefoot.  Settle for the simpler phone or the smaller television. Stop comparing yourself with your neighbour or colleague. Its you who matters and not what you possess. Its important you realise this sooner than later. It will save you a lot of heartburn.

3. Travel

My 29th year was a travellers dream. I soaked in Argentina’s Iguasu Falls, i wandered aimlessly in the Pamirs of Tajikistan, got lost in the Big Bazaar of Istanbul,  saw sunrise over the Adriatic in Dubrovnik and saw it set over  the Blue Danube in Budapest.  I had decided that my heart was meant to wander. And boy did i!  Everyone among us suffers from the restless feet syndrome. Some of us are just yet to realise it. Dont waste your weekends and holidays sleeping at home or hanging about in the closest mall. Wake up. Make up plans. See the world. See India. Explore.  Dont find friends. Dont find excuses. You can travel alone.  And the world is a safe place for those who venture out in peace.

 

  1. Find equilibrium between office and home.

By the time you have touched the magic number, a great majority of us would have comfortably settled into our jobs and workplaces. And very few would realistically venture forth abandoning everything and launching into a new career.  So now is the time to find the golden mean.  That little point of balance between your workplace and your home. Stop bringing work home and stop taking personal issues to work.  You are now mature enough to differentiate when one of them is encroaching upon the other.  And remedial steps are necessary to ensure that these messy spheres of influence don’t overlap.

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  1. Keep going back to your roots.

Go back home often. Go stand outside your school occasionally. Remember that first crush and stalk her/him occasionally online. Look up your college website. Catch up with old friends. Call them up. Meet them once in a while. Play with their kids. Remember birthdays of cousins and uncles.  Visit your grandfolks graves. Grieve them on their anniversaries.  Walk all old lanes occasionally. Go visit that temple where the priest recognises you. Subscribe to a vernacular newspaper. Keep in touch with yourself from the past. Memories are often all we have. Keep rekindling them.

6. Save

Keep saving for the rainy day. I am a bad saver. Im relying on the “millions” my folks are going to leave me, the big IF being if they don’t disinherit me first. But nonetheless, i advise you not to be like me and be prudent. Consult a buddy and find a long term investment plan. Afterall , the ocean is made up of single drops of water. Spend well on things that matter. I had a pact with my best friend in college. We would call each other up whenever we bought something that cost over Rs 2000 and discuss it. You cannot imagine the amount of money i have saved with those conversations.

 

  1. Stay Healthy.

Your reflexes aren’t as strong as when you were 25 nor is your stamina. You need to keep the old machine running as it starts heading towards a plateau.  Youll need to cut down on your drinking (including sodas) and your smoking ( if you do). Stop bluffing yourself that you are still capable of pulling an all nighter and showing up at work  the next day in one piece.  Your love handles and your beer belly might be coming out. So this is the time to start and to continue pushing them back. Download the pic of a shirtless Aiden Turner or Henry Cavill and make him your role model. Try.

 

  1. Stop Hoarding

Humans tend to accumulate baggage over time. Emotional and actual. Turning 30 is the perfect time to get rid of both.We all have lovers who have jilted us, friends who have betrayed us and relatives who have swindled us. I think this is the time to make peace on them and withdraw the multitude of curses we have cast their way.   Have one sincere look at all of them and decide upon a course of action. You can either erase them from your life (delete contact, block on whatsapp and facebook/twitter) or decide to forgive them and move on with your life.  Life is too short to be wasted on burnt bridges.

Do the same with your possessions especially clothes. Just sit for half an hour in front of your almirah with a goal to identify atleast 20% clothes you haven’t worn in the last 6 months. And summarily pack them and donate them.

 

9. Read

I cannot underline the importance of reading.  Keep reading. Novels. Fiction. Economics. History. Cheap thrillers. Young fiction. Just never stop grabbing that book. Books make wonderful companions. And they are friends who demand nothing in return except a little space in your duffel bag. And read in different languages. Keeps you sharp. Keeps you educated. Keeps you smart enough to teach more languages to your kids.

 

  1. Find a social cause.

Peace and satisfaction is always found outside the office. Join an NGO. Work with streechildren. Go clean the roads. Volunteer to teach on weekends. Or just support your maid’s kids or driver’s sister. Help someone in need. Plant a tree. Take the bus to work once a week. Reuse plastic. Give old clothes to charity. Take a cloth bag to the grocers. Do something selfless once in a while. It helps a lot. And you never know. Your good karma could be running out and needs an urgent refill. The universe has given you so much and now it is time to payback, in small favours.

 

  1. Become a Role Model

People should look at you and aspire to be you. Often we don’t know what we have achieved until someone else points it out to us. Our struggle in life and careers makes us break so many glass ceilings and kick open many closed doors without even realising it. Everyone of us is the first person to do something new, the first person to shine new light upon darkness. I believe that you should always keep have a farewell speech ready at any assignment. And it should always contain the words “ I have been to the mountaintop”.

 

 12.Do something you have never done before.

Gaze at the endless expanse of the universe. Let the manacles you tied down yourself in be loosened for an instant. Do something you always have wanted to do but never got the money/guts/opportunity/time to do it. Go swimming in a river. Learn swimming. Get drunk and go home to your mother. Try a new cuisine. Invite your boss home to try a meal you have cooked. Run a marathon. Splurge on a vacation. Splurge on some shoes you loved. Go skydiving. Go snorkelling. Go on a trek you have never even thought of. Let your finger run on a map of India and go visit the place it stops at. Learn to write in a new language. The occasional bouts of madness are what keep us sane.

 

  1. Thirty is just a number.

This is the final reminder. Everything is just a number. I draw inspiration from my mother who learnt Bharatnatyam at 50 and performed on stage. She has proven it definitely that you are only as old as you think you are.  Instead of worrying that you have grown older, you should rejoice that you have grown wiser. Birthdays stop mattering once you have left college although the occasional buddy will still attempt to splatter your face with cake and icing. Enjoy the time and enjoy yourself.

 

 

This list is neither authoritative nor is it extensive. It is merely an attempt for people to start focussing on things that matter in life. Hey! We aren’t young and foolish anymore! We are thirty now. Now make peace with it.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Telugu Oasis in Bombay. Restaurant Review of Gonguura.

Man is a creature of nostalgia. We all miss home. Sometimes when we live in a strange city, where no one speaks your language and no one celebrates your festivals and each passing moment yet another painful reminder that you are being slowly but inevitably deracinated from your  origins.

As and when we find ourselves faced with such existential dilemmas, we turn to one thing that steadily anchors us to our native cultures. Food. Food remains the umbilical cord that eternally links you to the little town back on the east coast that you call home.  We all identify ourselves by the amount of chillies you dump in our curries.

And that’s how I identified myself all these years in Bombay. As a Gult who never found the Matunga/Chembur South Indian fare “theeka” enough by his standards.

Gonguura is this new Telugu restaurant that has opened its doors to the Mumbaikars. Located at the Juhu Ekta CHS, (on your left as you approach Versova from Juhu Circle), this place claims to be the first authentic Telugu joint in the Suburbs. And as a man who has been hunting down Gult food in the city for the last four years, I agree.

The name itself announces the intent. Gonguura ( Sorrel or Ambadi in Marathi) is a green leafy vegetable that is the heart and soul of Telugu cuisine. Its slightly sour leaves are cooked into delicious dal or mashed into a tangy chutney or pickle and invariably find their way on every dinner table in Telugu households. It has been affectionately referred to as “Andhra Maata” , “Andhra Shakam” and “Shakambari Devi Mahaprasadam”. No wonder the restaurant has picked this name.

The décor makes a cute effort to remind you of Telugu lands. There are portraits by celebrated Telugu painter, Bapu adorning the walls, including a memorable depiction of the descent of Ganga into the matted locks of Lord Shiva. You will also find pictures of Budugu ( the naughty kid of comics similar to Dennis the menace) , and of a Sankranthi bull on the walls. You could also see a framed motif of the famed Gadwal Silk. The brightly coloured walls with images of sugarcane, kites and overflowing earthern pots remind you of Pongal back home.

While you wait for the staff to greet you, open the little ceramic jars that adorn your table. One of them contains Avakaya, green mango pickled with an array of spices in an ocean of groundnut oil and black mustard. The second contains gunpowder, the famous “podi” ground out of innumerable authentic native spices that is so named because of its ability to blast your taste buds open as soon as your tongue touches it, and the third contains Gongura, the namesake of the place.

The Menu is inviting, to say the least. The eyes quickly dart all over it to find the quintessential Andhra item.

The  MLA Pesarattu:

This is the backbone of the Telugu breakfast scene. This is a dosa made purely out of Moong Dal (with no rice added to the batter), topped with finely chopped onion, ginger, green chillies and generous amounts of cumin. As you tear open the belly of this magnificent offering, you are accosted by the aroma of steaming cashew garnished Upma within it. This is the prize that awaits the gourmand. And it is almost a sin to partake a Pesarattu without the accompanying Upma.

Gonguura has perfected the art of the MLA Pesarattu ( people with tender palates may be cautious before chomping on the green chillies) serving it with Ginger chutney and Groundnut chutneys.

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Pesarattu

The Punugulu, dosa batter balls friend deeply in oil and served with chopped onions and ginger chutney is an amazing dish you must try. It would make the perfect second course at this place after you order the Pesarattu.

Then you need to try the Perugu Vada. This is the Telugu variant of the Dahi Vada, sans the sugar. Honestly, the sweet curd ruined it for me all these years until I rediscovered the joy of it here. Laced with a strong mustard tempering and chopped coriander, this is a good way to cool off your stomach if you have stepped into Gonguura for a light meal.

The second alternative would be the Thali Meals.

The Special Thali

The Special Thali

The Thali is exquisite. My companion could vouch for the glazed look that I had on my face as I tasted the Dal. If there ever was a Pappu (the Telugu word for Dal) rush, I was experiencing one.  For a moment, it was like being transported back home.

The Thali comes in two varieties. The Normal and the Special. I suggest you try the Special thali, which serves a larger variety of dishes for you to enjoy. Forget stir fries, gently tossed dishes and splashes of olive oil. This is heartland now.

The bittergourd fried in ample chickpea flour (besan), the thick tomato dal with a generous helping of garlic in its tempering, the Okra royally stewed in tamarind, the cabbage curry cooked in chilly powder, the rasam steaming with the scent of asofoetida and the thick curd. Plus you had rava kesari (something similar to sheera) to finish off this wonderful meal. Then they had the red chilies marinated in curd and roasted fresh on high flame serving as the accompaniment to the curd rice. That was paradise.

The Sambar deserves special mention. Ask for an extra cup and drink it direct. It is nothing like the bland and syrupy liquids we find elsewhere in the city. It is strong with a powerful fenugreek taste, a thick base of lentils, and sliced radishes, carrots, cucumbers, drumsticks and quartered onions swimming merrily in this heavenly broth. Sambar lover I am.

I would not be exaggerating if I said that I did not even lift my head for more than 5 seconds before I worked my way through this amazing culinary experience. Amazing. Yes. That’s the word.

And then we had the Coffee. It was a refreshingly different from the filter coffee that defines South Indian cuisine here in Mumbai. More sweet than bitter, it certainly was a perfect way to end your gastronomical adventure here.

I found myself visiting the place thrice in a week. The food certainly draws you in. The staff is friendly and helpful and the manager of the place, a Telugu lady with a pleasant countenance is more than eager to answer all your queries.

Now waiting for Gonguura to add more items to its menu. Majjiga Pulusu, Dappalam, Pullattu, Tomato Pachchadi, Bobbattlu are among the ones on my mind.

Perhaps they could soon start a retail outlet for the different “podis”, sweets like Pootharekulu and RavvaLaddus, and other assorted Telugu snacks and knick-knacks as well.

So why are you still waiting? Go. Go. Go. Visit Gonguura.

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The StepWells of Lakkundi and Other Places Under The Sun

Lost somewhere along the Tungabhadra, are the sleepy templetowns of Gadag. Although often ignored for their more famous cousins in Hampi, Badami and Pattadakal, the architectural marvels of the #GadagCircuit are no less breathtaking.

A tourist on the Gadag circuit is a rarity. A backpacker is almost an abomination. The temple towns aren’t well known enough. The roads aren’t well maintained enough. The Karnataka tourism hasn’t promoted them aggressively enough. But if you actually make the effort to embark upon this circuit, you would be rewarded with some wonderful memories.


I took the bus from Mumbai to Gadag ( Good old trusted VRL) and landed at around 730. I had booked a hotel via telephone earlier. This quaint little place called Durga Vihar, located on Mulgund Naka gave me shelter for two days.  Inexpensive with decent rooms with clean sheets and running water. Its restaurants served great Dosas. That’s all I could ask for.

Day 1.

Itagi: Emperor Among Temples

The first stop on day one was Itagi. All my trips on this circuit were from the Old Bus stand of Gadag.

Ask for Kuknoor Itagi. There is another Itagi towards Gajendragarh  which has a famous Bhimambika temple so the bus folk would be easily confused unless you are specific.

Itagi is a tough cookie. Very difficult to figure it out. The chap at the hotel counter kept on requesting (and almost begged me to take a cab) when i mentioned Itagi. But I refused. I decided to check out Itagi the way a backpacker would. I took the bus towards Kuknoor and since I had missed the Itagi bus, I got down at this village called Mandelgiri and took a six seater rickshaw ( known locally as Tom-Tom) to Itagi.  You can see the temple emerge from the shadows as the rickshaw stumbles into the village.

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Itagi Mahadeva Temple.

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The Bhuvaneshwari. Dancing Shiva on the ceiling.

The Mahadeva temple is a dream in stone. No other words for it. It’s the perfect temple. Well-proportioned with a shikhara that ascends gracefully and wide breezy mandapas, the temple is an immortal testimonial to the skill of the Kalyani Chalukyas.

The Shikhara and the Mahamandapa are the two features of this temple which endorse its position as the foremost example of Chalukyan grace. The Shikhara has “Kirtimukhas” on each of the horizontal tiers, exquisitely sculpted in schist.  As you walk around in the Mahamandapa, look at the ceiling. The art of the ceiling is called as “Bhuvaneshwari”. Here you could see Shiva with ten arms in a celestial dancing pose, surrounded by gods, musicians, dancers and floral patterns.  Don’t miss this view.

Mahadeva Temple of Itagi is known as “Devalaya Chakravarthin”, an Emperor among Temples and is considered to be the “finest in the Kannada country after Halebidu”.

Finding a bus from Itagi is equally difficult. I took a tom-tom towards Kuknoor and got onto a return bus towards Gadag. But got off at Lakkundi.

Lakkundi: Step down in History

This is the heart of the Gadag circuit. I had randomly stumbled upon a picture of the Stepwells of Lakkundi and that was the inspiration behind this trip.

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The Kashi Visweswara Temple.

A brisk walk from the bus stand will get you to the KashiVishweswara temple . You’ll need to walk through the dusty bylanes of Lakkundi to reach the temples. You will see that it is in reality a double temple. Two shrines share a single platform, one dedicated to Lord Shiva and the other to Surya. This “dvikuta” character of this temple would make it a photographer’s paradise.

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Scenes from Ramayana. Panel on Left shows Hanuman lifting the Sanjivani mountain and panel on right shows the RamaSetu construction.

I stumbled upon a local guide who graciously showed me around the temple. If you had to show all the features and characters of a Hindu temple to a student, this temple would be the perfect example.  He seemed quite impressed when I recognized the Makara patterns, the Gandabherunda bird and the Salabhanjikas. The doorjambs and lintels (especially of the Southern entrance) have exquisite carvings on them with the southern entrance having 9 rows of carvings, each a separate story in itself. This is not a living temple and no regular prayers are offered here. The outer walls of the temple has scenes from Mahabharata and Ramayana. Only a guide would be able to point them out to you.

Across the road from this temple is the Nanneswara Temple, another beautiful Chalukyan temple. This temple is much simpler when compared to the KashiVishweswara temple. Walk towards the Lakkundi museum which abuts the Jain temple of Lakkundi. The Museum is a simple 4 roomed affair but is a commendable effort by the ASI to preserve the treasures of Lakkundi.  Next to it, is the Jain Temple of Lakkundi.

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The Manikeswara Temple and The Muskina Bavi Stepwell.

The Western Chalukyan Empire underwent a period of Jain patronage and these temples, scattered across the Tungabhadra and Krishna basins are proof of it. The Brahma Jinalaya of Lakkundi is dedicated to Mahavira and follows the same pattern of architecture as the rest of Lakkundi temples.

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View from within the Stepwell.

Walk back towards the Bus stand and ask for the Kalyani. This is the highpoint of the trip. The Kalyani is the local name for a stepwell. The Muskina bavi (Veiled Well) is the one thing you cannot afford to miss. As you walk towards the Manikeswara Temple, the well just emerges out of nowhere in front of your eyes, stair after stair of sheer grandness. The well actually begins beneath the temple and extends outward. There is an entrance to the well just next to the temple. You could sit on the steps and spend an entire evening contemplating the universe. There are several minor shrines within the steps( although they contain no deities inside). The stepwell is the among the best in India.

The hot March sun ensured that the well was empty but I am sure it would be a wonderful sight in the Monsoons.

There are several other temples in Lakkundi, but most in them in disrepair and in dire need of preservation. They have been encroached upon and some, even form walls of houses in the village. ASI has not been successful in restoring them. Lakkundi is a very dirty village with garbage strewn all around and swine gallivanting happily across the thoroughfares. So be prepared for it.

I returned to Gadag from Lakkundi and decided to explore the local temples.

Gadag: Forgotten Temple Town

The Trikuteswara Temple.

This temple is a walkable distance from… literally anywhere in the city. Ask for directions and you could reach it within a few minutes. The Trikuteswara temple is thus known because of the three lingams inside the sanctum sanctorum . The long drooping eaves of the main shrine and of the subsidiary Saraswathi shrine are what separate this shrines from other Chalukyan temples.

The statue of Saraswathi in the smaller shrine is among the biggest sculptures of the Chalukyan period and is among rare temples dedicated to the Goddess of learning.

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Veera Narayana temple.

VeeraNarayana temple. A little ahead from the Trikuteswara temple is the VeeraNarayana Devasthanam. The Temple of Valiant Vishnu.  In the sanctum Vishnu stands, in a sublime pose wearing the VeeraKachcha (robes of a warrior) and ready to defend the Universe against the forces of dark.  The medieval Kannada poet, Kumara Vyasa is associated with this temple. (There is even a pillar inside the mandapa called the VyasaStambha)

Legend has it that an elderly Brahmin narrated the story of Mahabharata to Kumara Vyasa in this temple. The Brahmin later revealed himself to be Ashwathama, and thus could recount only the first 10 parvas of the Mahabharata. Thus Kumara Vyasa writes only these parvas.

Day 2.

Day started off with steaming Vadas and piping hot coffee before I set out following the Western Chalukyan footsteps.

Dambal: The Stars Shine Down

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Dambal Doddabasappa Temple

If Lakkundi is the heart of the Gadag circuit, Dambal is its soul. The Star-Shaped Doddabasappa temple is undoubtedly the most perfect temple north of the Tungabhadra.

Take a bus from the Old Bus stand towards Mundirgi and get down at the Dambal stop.Its only around 22 km away from Gadag. You can see the temple as you approach Dambal. The star shaped Shikhara dwarfing everything else in the vicinity is a magnificent sight for the eyes.  Through the cleanly manicured lawns, a single Neem tree will invite you into the temple premises.  A large stone Bull, covered in a peacock blue ceremonial cloak faces the eastern entrance of the temple. The interiors of the temple are plain but the exteriors are exquisitely carved.  The friezes portray decorative patterns and sculptures of elephants supporting the large wall reliefs above them.

The Star shaped contours of the Shikhara are unmatched in India.CAwbEy2UQAERfzY The temple immediately fills you with a sense of calm and solace, making it easy for you to forget the rest of the world when in Dambal. The supple finesse with which the starry Shikhara rises, gently narrowing as it approaches the sky personifies the term “Stairway to Heaven”. The outer walls of the shrine have small temples carved into them. I call it the “Blueprint Reliefs.

Don’t walk away. Sit in the lawns for a while. This is a perfect place for a quick picnic

Annegeri: Lord of Eternity

Around 20 km from Gadag is the small temple town of Annigeri. Its claim to fame is the fact that it is the hometown of the Kannada poet Adikavi Pampa.

As always, take a bus from the Old Bus Stand of Gadag. (Any bus towards Belgaum/Hubli would stop by at Annigeri). A brisk walk from across the bus stand is the Amruteswara Temple of  Annigeri.

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Kirtimukhas of the Amruteshwara Temple

A giant slab of stone placed horizonatally across the main entrance seems to intimidate the devotee and the occasional visitor to the temple.  Once you enter, you are not ready for the spectacle that is the Amrusteshwara Temple. Among all the Gadag temples, this is one that has been preserved best. As you walk across the courtyard, you cannot but compare it with the Itagi Mahadeva Temple. Infact, Amruteshwara Temple served as the prototype for the later Chalukyan Temples. The concept of the Kirtimukhas (Victory symbols) adorning the shikharas seems to have been perfected in this temple.

This is a living temple. Go inside to pray to the Lord of Eternal Life, Amruteshwara.

Lakshmeshwara: Temple Walls

Take a bus towards Haveri/ Bangalore to get off at Lakshmeshwar, around 55 km from Gadag.

The Someswara Temple is the centrepiece of Lakshmeshwar but it was a total disappointment.

As we entire the temple complex, ringfenced like a fort, your heart sinks. Major renovation is taking place all over the temple. Funded by the Infosys foundation, this renovation appears more of a reconstruction. For me, this was no longer a Chalukyan temple.

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Miniature Temples on Lakshmeshwar Walls.

Except the Shikhara, the entire temple has lost all livery of Chalukyan inheritance and appears like a modern construction.  Large boulders and slabs lie strewn all around the courtyard, as masons and artisans chisel and power saw their way in a naïve attempt to replicate ancient wonder.

Only one thing to do here.  The walls of the Shikhara have several miniature temples carved on them.  Look out for them. They are enough to justify your trip to Lakshmeshwar. From here it was back to Gadag.


Youll need a pair of sunglasses, generous amounts of sunscreen and a big waterbottle. Mark these as essentials.  Hey.!You could avoid all my travails if you booked yourself a cab. You could even make better time. But your travelling would be a lot less exciting. The joy in hailing down a random bus is unmatched. Let your hair down a little.

Can you believe it? My total expenses were only around 4000rs (with 2600 out of them for bus tickets Mumbai-Gadag-Mumbai)

If time permits, you could visit the following places also.

  1.  Mahamaya Temple at Kuknoor
  2. Itagi Bhumambika Temple
  3. Gajendragad fort ( site of 1786 Tipu-Maratha seige)
  4.  Magati Bird Sanctuary.

Gadag may certainly be less known than the other sights and sounds of North Karnataka but certainly worth exploring. Give it a shot.!

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The God Who Stood On A Brick and Other Places Under the Sun

A Temple Circuit located in the heart of the Marathi land is not exactly the perfect place to plan a solo weekend. But as the wanderlust bug bit me, I decided to just take off. A long overdue demand was to visit the temple shrines of Solapur, partly for the divinity attached to these sacrosanct edifices and partly out of curiosity to see a Maharashtra outside Mumbai first hand.

Thus the weekend trip from Mumbai to Solapur was conceived.  Drawing inspiration from friends who have wandered alone, all I did was book a ticket in the Siddheshwar Express from Dadar to Solapur and ventured forth into the unknown.

The prerequisite of the trip was prudence and simplicity. Didn’t call up colleagues working there nor did I make any arrangements. Everything was to be impromptu and spur of the moment types.


 The Bare-chested Mendicant

Akkalkot is the shrine of Swami Samarth. Yes.He is the barechested half-naked elderly man sitting benevolently, whose portrait you see in several stores across Mumbai. He is a Guru in the Dattatreya Sampradaya and spent a majority of his life in this dusty and laidback village preaching the words of the almighty to tired and wandering souls. He would give his sermons under a Banyan tree ( now a part of the shrine) and thus shrine trust is also officially called the “VataVriksha Akkalkot Maharaj Trust”.

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The “Vata Vriksha” underwhich the Swami Samarth gave sermons.

As soon as I got out of Solapur railway station, I stepped into an ST bus going to Akkalkot. I had already decided to keep it real. So took the 45 Rs ticket to the temple town.

I reached there by 9AM and took a rickshaw to the shrine.  Here is the thing once you reach the temple premises. Do not look left or right. Just leave your shoes at the stand outside and walk into the shrine with all your bags. Go to the office and ask for a locker.  You get a locker to dump all your bags for the whole day for 20 Rs.  You get a bucket of hot water for 5Rs and can use the toilets for free. You get free food at lunch hour also (I didn’t partake of it though). You get to sleep in the Dharamshala at night for a nominal cost. All of this is within the temple complex.

The Shrine itself is small, housing a statue encased in silver of the saint. Look around the ceiling inside the shrine and the mandap. You will see loads of paintings and portraits donated by benefactors over the years.  A totally old world feel. The banyan tree under which Swami Samarth gave his sermons stands regally in the middle of the shrine, like a constant reminder of the Swami’s teachings and his path of simplicity. It would be like Swami Samarth himself was standing in the courtyard gently directing devotees. Devotees try to keep touching this tree, now ring-fenced in iron.  There is a hall with a large statue of Swami Samarth just opposite the main shrine. People come here to sit and meditate. I spent close to 4 hours just looking around and observing people, as they prayed, counted the rudraksh or read out from religious books.

The temple has a very prominent anti-commercial image which the trust seems, quite rightly, insistent on protecting. A commendable achievement. The care which the Akkalkot shrine extends to its devotees really warmed my heart. All the employees were calm, helpful and sweet to a fault ( Perhaps my visage presented the proverbial fish out of water scene for them).  For nominal costs, you can technically live forever in Akkalkot.B-WBdc3CMAA9Ek9

The Temple is a must visit shrine if you are a devotee of the Dattatreya Sampradaya. And even otherwise, young folks should make the trip once to rough it out. An ideal location to pick up the pieces and collect your thoughts. I was done by 3pm and left back for Solapur to take the bus to Tuljapur.

 

The Matriarch of the Marathas.

The Tuljapur Tuljabhavani temple is located in Osmanabad district and is an hour by bus from Solapur.  Goddess Tuljabhavani is the preceptor of the Maratha clan and is worshipped as the matron diety of Maharashtra.

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TuljaBhavani blesses Shivaji with a Sword.

Legend has it that when Chatrapathi Shivaji worshipped her, the divine goddess appeared before him and blessed him with a sword which guaranteed victory in the battlefield (This could be metaphorical for Shivaji getting a morale boost after praying here)

At around 430pm on Saturday, I walked out of the Tuljapur Busstand searching for the MTDC Resort that I had decided on.  Noone in the busstand had any idea where it was. It was off a kuchcha road in a narrow gully next to the Shivaji statue. This is where my mind was blown by the surprises that the Indian establishment can throw your way. Squeaky clean rooms for a pittance. All that the Spartan MTDC charged for a double bed room was only 600 Rs. Best decision ever.

Tuljabhavani Temple lies on the edge of the Yamunacharya Hill in Tuljapur and at a level lower than the rest of  the town. The Main tower as you enter the temple premises looks more like the Entrance to a fort than a temple.  So you get a nice view of the rolling plains of Osmanabad from the ramparts of the temple walls.

Walk down the stone flight of stairs towards the Sanctum  and you would walk through the Gomukh Teerth or a 7 foot high water fountain whose nozzle has been duly converted into a Gomukh by using a cement Cow’s head.  The Kallol Tirth and the Vishnu Tirth are essentially temple tanks. But are in states of varying negligence and squalor.

The shrine is located in the middle of the a shady courtyard. Youll need to pass a shrine to Lord Ganesh before you enter the main courtyard. You could buy some lamps, dipped in thick ghee to be offered to the Goddess.

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View of the Osmanabad Plains from MTDC Tuljapur.

Ask for no priests. Ask for no flowers. Just walk into the line ( there was a line since it was a weekend) and go pray to Goddess Tuljabhavani.  Behind the main temple is the stone “Chintamani” which miraculously tells devotees whether their wishes would get fulfilled or not.  ( I got a very confusing answer).  You could wander about the courtyard and look at all the devotees sitting. It can get very colourful. The temple has an air of stern benevolence. Perhaps tough love is what the Goddess teaches us all.

Night halt at Tuljapur. And the next day, after a late breakfast i set out. Found a direct bus between Tuljapur and Pandharpur.


The God who Stood on a Brick

Pandharpur is a part of Telugu folklore just as much as Marathi. I grew up with a great grandmother who would recite “Vithala Vithala Panduranga” all day.

The story of the saint Sakkubai and the “MayaSakkubai” who comes to take her place in the middle of the night so that she could go visit the shrine of Vithala has been immotalised.

To cut the  long story short, Pundalika is a rogue son who has a change of heart after a trip to Varanasi. He transforms into a perfect son and starts caring for his aged parents. One day, Lord Krishna pays him a visit. But Pundalika who is immersed in caring for his parents (a bit of an overkill, I think) throws him a brick and asks him to wait. And when he walks out, that’s how he finds Krishna; a stone image standing on a brick and his hands by his side. Thus Vithala, the Lord of Pandharpur was born.

Once you land at the Pandharpur Bus stand, it is just a twenty rupees drive by rickshaw to the Main Temple.

The Temple is around 20Rs from the Central Pandharpur Busstand.

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A painting on the Walls of the Pandharpur Shrine.

The main entrance is called the Namdev chi Pyari. You can see the temple dedicated to the untouchable saint, Chokamela at the entrance to the MukhaDarshan. Youwill need to walk in through the Darshan Mandap on the left of the Namdev Pyari for the SriDarshan.  ( Buy some tulsi leaves on your way in). A long snaking line will lead you to the Lord Vithal.

A wonderful thing about the temple is that I could actually touch the feet of the idol.  All devotees, irrespective of caste, colour or sex get this wonderful opportunity of “PaadsparsaDarshan”. This essentially bestows an additional sense of surrender to the lord as you physically touch his feet and pray. Mukhadarshan is when you cannot stand in the long lines but prefer  a quick glimpse of the diety from a distance of 25-30 feet.

After the Vithal’s idol is the idol of Rukmini . Also standing on the brick. Inside the main shrine, you find small temples dedicated to Satyabhama, Radhika, Mahalakshmi and Venkateswara.

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The Pundalik Temple next to the beautiful ChandraBhaga River.

Walk out of the temple through the Paschim Dwar and ask directions for the river.

On the banks of the Chandrabhaga ( Bhima river is called so here), you will find the temple of Pundalik.  With all the prayers and lamps here, this place offers great material for photography. You could sit here for hours and capture the changing sky and the pilgrim rush, and the boats which ply endlessly on it.

I found a solitary boatman. He soon became my guide across the river to see the Gopalpur temples and the ISKCON temple. A little downriver from the main temple would be the Narada Mandir. Located in the middle of the Chandrabhaga river. Cursed by Rukmini for causing a quarrel between Krishna and her, Narad spends his time in the middle of the river, 6 months above the waterlevel and 6 months below water.

Vishnupad Temple( where the footsteps of Vithal are drawn on a rock for us to pray) lies just ahead of the Narad temple. This temple seems quite dopey. And a little walk ahead is the Gopalpur temple of Rukmini-Vithal.  This temple pays homage to the two female saints of the Vithal lore. Sati Sakkubai and Sant Janabai. There is even a chakli where the lower caste saint Janabai is supposed to have made laddus for Lord Krishna.

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The Narada Temple. 6 Months underwater and 6 Months abovewater.

Beware.This Gopalpur mandir is full of smart-alec priests who will insist on money. Act dumb, pray and walk out. Do Not part with your money here.  The courtyard of the Gopalpur Mandir is tied up with ropes into intricate narrow passages so that you are forced to visit each of the shrines, ostensibly to be blessed but also to be relieved of a little cash. ( TBH, they ask for only10/20 rupees although the main priest asked for 500)

The ISKCON temple on the other bank of the river appears to be new and houses a shrine of Radha- Krishna. Nothing much to see here except the standard ISKCON fare.

And after this sojourn, like the good little boy I am, I took the VRL Bus back home from Solapur to get dropped in Sion.

I had missed a few places. Jagrut Maruti temple in Akkalkot, Kaikadi Maharaj Math in Pandharpur and the Siddheshwar Temple in Solapur. Paucity of time and other factors. You should try to see them also.

I computed my costs. It was just a little under 5000 Rs for the entire trip (Out of which the last minute tatkal booking in Siddheshwar Express AC 2 Tier cost me 1400 bucks).

This Solapur circuit might not be for everyone. But I would rate it as a trip you should consider making. And in the spirit of self discovery, you should certainly forget friends, family and work for a while and slug this out on your own.  You will come out stronger and happier.



Things to do on the trip.

  1. Look Around. See the Nine Yard Sarees and the Maharashtrian Topis.
  2. Converse in faltering Marathi. Attempt Telugu. A few of them can speak the language.
  3. Take Pictures. Lots of them.
  4. Ask Directions. Shamelessly. Repeatedly. Continuously.
  5. Try Local Food. Misal and Sugarcane Juice. (Everywhere. Literally Everywhere)
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“Do you have Anything to Declare?” – One of my Best Gold Catches.

      

A hot May night.             

“Whats the time?, I asked desultorily, to no one in particular as I watched the airhostesses from Indigo greet me and walk ahead.

“Its just crossed two o clock sir”, an officer answered.

Chalo. Emirates would land. Lets go onto the Bays. There is no use sitting here looking at passengers walk through the green channel

It was one of my random night visits to the airport. Everynight, there is a trio of flights which lands at the Bombay airport just after half past two in the night. I have christened them as the “Golden Triangle”. Jet Airways Dubai 9W-543, Emirates from Dubai EK 500 and Qatar Airways from Doha QR-556. I would always concentrate on these flights to make my seizures.

Emirates was the first to land today and that would be my target. Determined to hunt down gold from it, I walked towards the bay 77. That was where EK would land. From bay 77, you needed to cross three toilets before you landed in the Customs area. The officer accompanying me was asked to guard the second toilet while the third toilet was closed temporarily. I walked towards the toilet closest to the aerobridge and recced the place.

We were on the look out for a new modus operandi. A smuggler would handover the gold to an employee in one of these toilets and walk out through green channel. Even though he would frisked religiously by us, nothing would ever be recovered. The employee would later walk out, taking advantage of the fact that staff, who keep walking around the place are rarely checked.

I ensconced myself on the carpet opposite the toilet on the Bay 67. This was the first toilet a passenger would encounter after disembarking from EK. With the faded jeans and casual shirt and the iPod plugged into my ears, I would have looked just like any other passenger for the untrained eye.

Passengers had already begun to walk by. Emirates had landed. EK500, the flight which would later be christened as Dhanalakshmi.  The business class folk, mostly foreigners and captains of industry were being ferried in the shuttle carts so that their gentle knees wouldn’t be molested by the harsh carpeting. Then you could see the rest of the passengers slowly walk out. Gujarati families yelling out instructions, Africans walking around confused,  Marathi guys coming home from the US via hot transfers, and South Indian couples searching for toilets and places to stretch their legs after the four hour flight.  And then you had the usual suspects. The gentlemen with conspicuous clothing who walked with a single waist pouch tied extra carefully across their body. These were the folk who walked out confident of their surroundings, not waiting to look at signboards or seek directions. Bingo.! Smugglers!

I was only pretending to be looking at my smartphone but was observing over everyone walking into this specific toilet. My eyes, after months of profiling passengers knew the exact amount of time they ought to rest on a particular passenger before darting away in search of a more likely prey. They would keep bouncing off passengers, eagerly looking out for telltale signs of conspiracy or intent constantly hunting out symptoms of uncommon activity or hesitance in the footfall of an individual. In an area like the airport, surveillance is the key.

After about fifteen minutes of watching passengers walk in and out of the gents toilet, I decided to make a break for it and walked into it.  Over the din of rolling zippers, splashing faucets and running flushes I realized that none of the gentlemen inside appeared to rank high in my suspect list. I was crestfallen. Looked like I would walk out empty handed today.

Just then a young man walked out of one of the cubicles. Dressed in an immaculate white shirt and black trousers, the violet identification tag that hung from his neck told me that he belonged to a particular airline service provider.

I paid no heed to him as he walked passed me, avoiding my gaze out of the toilet.  The toilet was empty now.  I stood there contemplating my place in the universe.

Then something struck me.

This chap has stepped out of the cubicle and walked directly out of the toilet. He hadn’t stopped to wash his hands. “What a dirty litte fellow! Doesn’t even wash his hands after using the loo.” I uttered a low Eww and in mid thought I considered the possibility of him not doing anything in the toilet that needed washing of hands.

“Hey. You.! White shirt! Come here”, I ran out of the toilet and called him back in again.

“Where are you posted?”

“Departures sir”

Then what are you doing here?”

“Emirates ka arrival thaa. So they called me here. Shortage of staff tonight”. I could glean a strong Malayali accent in his tone.

“Do you know me?”

“Yes sir. You are Karlapu sir. Customs”

“You know my rank?”

“Yes sir. Assistant Commissioner”

I called him aside to a corner to search him. As I proceeded to perfunctorily rattle section 105 provisions to him, I stopped in my steps. Declaration.

A voluntary oral declaration is mandatory. Any individual must be given a chance to declare the items in his possession.  This chap was not a passenger. Nonetheless, I offered him a chance to make a voluntary declaration.

“Are you carrying anything that you should not be carrying?”

“No sir. Absolutely nothing. And sir. You have seen me so many times in the arrival hall. Don’t you remember?”

“You are not Sushmita Sen  that I would remember.” My eyes still kept darting around, expecting someone to step out of the cubicles with a big block of gold and make my day.

This chap was rambling on. I needed to shut him up

“Yes. Yes. Ok. Ok. I am going to search you now. Section 105 of the Customs Act gives a gazetted officer the power to search an individual”

I was always meticulous in procedure, informing the rights to the other side before I searched him.

As I stepped closer towards him, against a flint of hesitance stopped me.  “Wait Kiran, what if there is gold on him?”

I hollered in the narrow hallway of the gents toilet. “ Oi. Housekeeping!”

“Ho saab”, came a young chap running towards me.

“ Ajun ekala housekeeping staff la aatmadhe bolvaa. Laukar”

“Ho. Sahib”

The Panchas. Every seizure under the Customs Act had to be performed under a panchnama, or the account of two individual independent witnesses of the events. This is the standard document.

This gentleman was thoroughly in shock. Tied down in bureaucratic procedures, I hadn’t noticed the growing pallor in his cheeks until that moment.

The two housekeeping staff appeared in a minute. They were the witnesses now.

“Whats in this pocket?”, I shot at him pointing towards his right trouser pocket. “Phone sir” and he retrieved it for me. I grabbed it and considered it for a while in my palm. No weight. I returned it to him.

“Whats in the other pocket?”, I now pointed to the left trouser pocket. An obvious bulge there as well.

“Nothing sir. Just another phone. Just like the one you have checked now.” His voice had a palpable quiver in it.

“Yaar. Dikhaado. Time waste math karo. Baahar Abu Dhabi aagaya hoga”. I was referring to EY-206 which follows Emirates into Mumbai by 20 minutes.

He took out a velvet phone pouch, visibly guarding a phone and nimbly  handed it over to me. That instant as he extended his hand to give the phone to me, his hands trembling with the terror of a thousand icy winters, I understood. My case was made.

As I grabbed the pouch, my hand dropped under its weight. This goddamn pouch didn’t contain a phone. It contained a One Kilogram Gold bar. I knew my precious when I touched it.

Toilet bandh karaa” , I snapped to the housekeeping staff

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I immediately stepped upto him and ran my hands over his posterior to check the back pockets. Two more pouches. Two more kilogrammes of gold. As I gave him a pat down and another pouch of gold came tumbling out of a secret trouser pocket.

Waah mere laadla. Walking out of the airport with 4 kgs gold”

His face was now ashen. I could see tears well up and he dropped to his knees and start grabbing my feet

“Sir. Galti hogaya”

“Chee. Get up.!” I yanked him back onto his feet, caught him by his collar and dragged him out of the washroom.

Vishal!! Aaj ka case hogaya. Four kilos!!!” I yelled across the hallways of the boarding bays to one of my officers walking towards me.

This young man, made one last attempt to convince me and wiggle out of the situation.

“Saab. Listen sir. Keep one biscuit. Let me go”

My lips curled in anger as I looked at him. He just realized that he had made his situation a lot worse.

Chal G***u. Tera case banaate hain. Offering me a bribe???”

The officer had come running towards me by then and I hugged him in joy. This was the best case in a month and catching an airport employee was always a high in its own.

Gold worth one crore. Caught just in a minute.

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This is among the best of my cases until now. This is only 4 kilos among the 1000 kilos we have caught but it gave me immense pleasure. It was a case that was based on sheer luck and presence of mind.

Within a month, we had two more such seizures in the same toilet and on the aerobridge.  Both through my hands. And soon I was christened the “ King of the Aerobridges”.

Will post more such stories soon. Gold rains at CSI Airport.

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Kubler-Ross-KiranKumar Model of Smuggling Psychology

 

 

The Kubler Ross Model was developed to explain the various stages of dealing with grief.

Through my experiences in the Airport, I have modified it and now I present the

“Kubler-Ross-KiranKumar Model of smuggling”

This shows the various plethora of emotions a smuggler goes through from the time of interception till the actual recovery of gold/contraband.

The stages in making a smuggling seizure are usually 1. Interception 2.Conversation. 3. Antecedent Verification 4. Physical Examination 5. Extraction. 6. Elation and Celebration

The various stages of the Kubler-Ross-KiranKumar Model are as follows.

 

 

  1. Denial

 

“I have nothing at all. I own nothing at all” (Middle Path of Buddhism)

“Check karlo” ( Nonchalance)

“Mushkil nahi. Aapki marzi. But youll need to repack it. (Cheekiness)

“Me and gold? Mera autaak hain kya?” (Oh!Cruel World)

“I don’t even have money to go to Mangalore now. Forget gold” ( Damsel in Distress)

“Why will I smuggle sir?” (The epitome of God)

“Do whatever you want to. See whatever you want to see” ( Hemingway Hero)

“You stopped me last time also. You found nothing. Remember?” (Déjà vu)

DO I LOOK LIKE A SMUGGLER TO YOU???? “(Constructive Opinion Seeking)

 

My favorite ( A case of rectal concealment)

*turns around and bends over* “Push a finger inside if you want. Kuch bhi nahi hain mere maalik”
 

  1. Anger

 

“ How dare you ask my passport?” (Robert Vadra)

“Don’t you know who I am?”   ( Retrogade Amnesia)

“Why are you stopping me? I need to go”   ( Bowel Movement Urgency)

“I am hardworking citizen and you are insulting me on returning to India” (Prodigal Son)

“I want to talk to whoever is incharge of this airport RIGHT NOW” (Senex Iratus)

“Why should I pay duty on my personal gold?” ( Free Lunch Syndome)

I have travelled so many times. Never been checked” ( Law of Diminishing Returns)

“You think everyone is a smuggler!!!” (Racial Stereotyping)

 

  1. Bargaining

 

“Saab. Please. Don’t open the package in front of everyone.” (Fear of Open Spaces)

“There is one more fellow with me. Catch him and leave me” (Crown Witness)

*falls on the floor and catches your feet* (Bridegroom at the wedding)

*falls on the floor and catches everyone’s feet* (Bride at the wedding)

“Saab. I have five biscuits. You keep two of them.” (Usually followed by the sound of palm meeting cheek)

“Please sir. Don’t put my name in paper” (Irreparable Damage to Reputation)

“Only this and nothing more at all. Swear by my kids.” (Fundamental Attribution Error)

“If you let me go, I will give you names of ten more smugglers” (Crowdsouring)

“ I have never done this earlier. This is my first time. Please” (Gentleman Thief)

 

  1. Depression

 

“I have no reason to live now. I will jump out of a window” ( Survivors Guilt)

“I have lost everything.” (Cyclone Victim)

“They told me no one checks in Mumbai. I have been cheated” (Misled by False friends)

“I have two daughters to marry. How will I ever do it?” (Responsible head of family)

“So many people smuggling and only I was caught” ( Game Theory)

“ Why check sir? Ill tell you. I have 5 biscuits” (Embracing the Inevitable)

*Wails in the middle of the arrival hall and starts slapping himself* (Self Flagellation)

 

  1. Acceptance

 

Acceptance is always in the same dialogue, with a crestfallen face looking glumly as the sepoy warms the wax mould to seal the package with Mumbai Customs seal.

 

“Where do I sign? When will I get my Gold back?”

 

 

Welcome to Mumbai International Airport. My Airport. More funny/interesting stories would follow.

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Languages of the Karlapu Household.

The Languages of the Karlapu Household

Every family speaks in its own way.  Some shout. Some fight. Some speak with their eyes. Some speak with their hands. Some of them cook and express love. Some love and therefore cook. People use words to express love, affection, endearment and share sweet memories. My family has been endowed by a rich tradition of languages and we use it quite vociferously. Not to Communicate though.

In my house, language is an instrument of exclusion. Of ostracization and of discrimination. It is used in a most reprehensible manner to make a person feel unwanted, neglected and distanced.

We are a horrible bunch of people who (led by my Super Mom) engage in planned persecution of linguistic minorities in the household. Here linguistic minorities wouldn’t be the people speaking a particular language but would be the people who cannot speak it.

Here is a tabulation of the languages spoken in the Karlapu household and the malafide intent behind their usages.

Language Chosen

Persons who can understand

Persons who cannot understand

Net Winner

Aim

Telugu

Everyone

No one

All of us

General Communication

English

Entire Family and  Friends

Maid

Family

Bitch about the maid

Hindi

Mom,Dad, Sister, Grandpa and  Me

Friends

Household

Bitch about the friends

Malayalam

Mom, Dad, and Sister

Grandpa and Me

Mom

Bitch about  Grandpa’s drinking, try to get me married

Oriya

Mom, Dad, Sister and Grandpa

Me

Everyone except me

Try to get me married, bitch about me

Kannada

Mom and Sister

Dad, Grandpa and Me

Mom and Sis

Talk about Shopping and Jewellery

Bengali

Mom, Dad and Grandpa

Sister and Me

Older folks

Try to get me married

Tamil

Mom and Me (I can understand)

Rest of the Family

Mom

To try to wiggle out more allowance

Punjabi

Mom and Grandma

Rest of us

Mom

Bitch about the men of the house

Any Language

Mom Mostly

Me Mostly

Mom always

 Rant and try to get me married

  There you go. The different methods of language discrimination in my house. We are weird. I know that. Tell me something I dont know🙂

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