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Random Jottings on Facebook – 4

July 22, 2014

Some of my friends talk only about EMIRATES, and some about E.M.I. RATES!

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Vimal Pan Masala has this front full page long strip ad today in TOI. At the bottom, there is this line: CHEWING OF PAN MASALA IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH. NOT FOR MINORS.

That last line really makes you feel “For minors, it is not injurious!” 

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Yesterday,
Grandma wanted Aastha,
Grandkids wanted Pasta,
Mom made onion-less Naasta
and
Dad drove on a jam-free Raasta

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pun-inda aago olle panchaythi
punch aadmelu punch-e nad-daithi !

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Most of the time, people tell me: Ram, sing!

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Yesterday, my son taught me the spelling of HOPELESS: HO+

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Don’t be surprised to hear unnecessary honking today. Remember, yesterday was NO HONKING MONDAY.

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ಗುಂಡನ ಲೇಟೆಸ್ಟ್ ಡೌಟು: ‘Gourmet’ಗೂ ಗೋಮೇ-ಗೂ ಸಂಬಂಧ ಉಂಟಾ?

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ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಹೋಗೋರನ್ನ ಏನಂತ ಕರೀತಾರೆ?
ದಿ ಗುಡಿ-ಗುಡಿ ಟೈಪ್ಸ್!

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In school, our seniors advised us thus: NEVER agree for an OPEN BOOK TEST (especially by Iyer Sir). If you think that the answer is in the book and the test is all about how fast you can find the answer, and copy it to the answer sheet, you are completely wrong!

I am thankful to god that I am done with school. At least once a fortnight, I get exam nightmares where I enter the class and the exam is about to begin, and I find out that I have prepared for a completely different subject.

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ಈ ನಡುವೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಅನರ್ಥಗಳು ನಡೀತಿರೋದು ಏಕೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾ?
ಪ್ರಪಂಚದಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಎಂದೋ ಒಂದು ಘಂಟೆ ಅರ್ಥ್ ಅವರ್. ಉಳಿದ ಇಪ್ಪತ್ಮೂರು ಘಂಟೆ ಅನರ್ಥವಾದ ಅವರ್.

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ನಿಮ್ಗಿಲ್ಲ… ನಮ್ಗಿದೆ ಮೀಟ್ರು!
ಅಂತ ತೋರಿಸ್ಕೊಳಕ್ಕೋಸ್ಕ್ರ ಆಟೋ ಡ್ರೈವರ್ಸು ಮೀಟರ್ ಮೇಲ್ ಹತ್ತೋ-ಇಪ್ಪತ್ತೋ ಕೇಳೋದು.

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ಸ್ಕೂಲ್-ಕಾಲೇಜ್ಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಭಾಳಾ ಲೇಡಿ ಟೀಚರ್ಸ್ ಎಷ್ಟೇ ಬರದ್ರೂ, ಮತ್ತ್ ಬರಸ್ತಾರೆ.

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WOW! I told you so!
Truly, Shikar is The One!!!

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ಅಂದು: ಶೆಟ್ಟ್ರೆ , ಪ್ಯಾಕ್ ಕೊಡಿ.
ಇಂದು: ಟೆಟ್ರಾ ಪ್ಯಾಕ್ ಕೊಡಿ.

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ಆಡು ಮುಟ್ಟದ ಸೊಪ್ಪಿಲ್ಲ. ಬ್ಯಾನರ್ ಕಟ್ಟದ ಕಂಬವಿಲ್ಲ.

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ಮಧ್ಯಮ ಪಾಂಡವನಾದ ಅರ್ಜುನನು ರತಿಯನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದನು.

ಮೇಲಿನ ವಾಕ್ಯದ ಅರ್ಥ ಬರುವಂತೆ ಒಂದು ಪದದಲ್ಲಿ ಉತ್ತರ ನೀಡಿ.

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Traffic has become so horrible that we can’t even look towards the temple while driving. Earlier, you could stop in front of a temple and say the stotra of that particular god/dess. Kaligaala!

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On the way to office, I saw Upendra’s ‘Topiwala’ posters in reverse but title in the same order. Another gimmick! And the tagline is catchy: Thale Illadavrigalla!
‘A’ is still talked about for its creative tagline: Buddhivantarige maatra!

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ಬರ್ತಾ ಬರ್ತಾ ಭರ್ತನ್ ಕಥೆ ಮರೀತಾ ಬರ್ತಿದೀವಿ.

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Instant coffee I despise. Constant coffee I admire.

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ಬೆಣ್ಣೆ ದೋಸೆ ಮಾಡೋಂದು: ಬೆಣ್ಣೆ ಹಚ್ಚೋ ಕೆಲ್ಸ
ಬಕೆಟ್ ಮಾರೋಂದು: ಬಕೆಟ್ ಹಿಡ್ಯೋ ಕೆಲ್ಸ
ಸೈಕಲ್ ಬ್ಲೋ ಹೊಡ್ಯೋಂದು: ಪಂಪೊಡ್ಯೋ ಕೆಲ್ಸ
ಪಾಲಿಷ್ ಮಾಡೋಂದು: ಉಜ್ಜಾಡೋ ಕೆಲ್ಸ

ನಿಮ್ದ್ಯಾವ್ ಕೆಲ್ಸ?

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I don’t know what happens after we die. But of one thing I’m sure: The dead have an access to Facebook and Newspapers. Because those who pay tributes, write it in direct speech (directly to the person who has expired).

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A popular quirk during primary school days: GREEN TOUCH !!

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Grandson and Paati went to a Mall.
Grandson entered Armani shop.
Paati followed without noticing the board.

Grandson: Paati, wait here. Will visit the next store and be back here in Armani.
After waiting for 45 minutes, Paati called her grandson on his mobile: Yennada, you told you will be back in Ar-mani!

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Most of the Law and CA firms have the same name twice: Eg.: Keshav & Keshav. Sharma & Sharma. Mohan & Mohan, Kumar and Kumar etc. etc..!

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What is the difference between me and Vani Murthy ?
I love posters. She, Composters.

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Simple Interest: People with simple interests in life – like Coffee, newspaper, good food…

Compound Interest: People who are only wanting to buy property and build a compound around it.

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By 1985, PB Srinivas was 55 years old, and sang rarely. But this number that he sang for ‘Bettada Hoovu’ is a gem. His voice suits perfectly to that of the teacher’s expression. The line when he sings “Olle maathugalaadisu, Olle kelasava maadisu, Olle daariyalemma nadesu, vidyeya kalisu“, brings tears in my eyes.

One of my all time favourites.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4u3baXkJAc

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ವೋಟ್ ಹಾಕಿದ್ರೆ ಸತ್ಪ್ರಜೆ. ಇಲ್ದಿದ್ರೆ ಸತ್ತ ಪ್ರಜೆ.

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First under 40 in my booth to cast my vote. Third overall! Immediately, had a heavenly Chutney along with Uppit at Surya with Srividhya CB.

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Kids are thrilled to see those white thick lines on every other road. They’re using it as Crease, Badminton net, Boundary line…

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Yesterday. I remembered HW Longfellow after a long time.
Courtesy: Kannada News channels showing guys with LONGS walking in Kolar.

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A leaflet dropped out of the newspaper today. It was about a place called Spell Genie. I found 2 spelling and 4 grammatical errors.

If you visit their page, you can find several more errors.

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According to a survey conducted by N-Obo-DY, starting today, 63.57% voters will see their ring fingers every 2 hours a day for the next 1 month and think when the MARK will vanish.

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Back from AVM Studios, Chennai. Won 3 lakh 20 Thousand in Kannadada Kotyadhipati ! The episodes will be aired betw. May 20-24th. Thanks toSrividhya CB who stood rock solid behind me in PROJECT KK!

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ಓಲ್ಡ್: ಶಿವ್ಪೂಜೇಲ್ ಕರ್ಡಿ.
ನ್ಯೂ: ಕನ್ನಡ ಅಕ್ಷರದ ಮಧ್ಯೆ ರೆಕ್ಟ್ಯಾಂಗಲ್.

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ಯಾವ ಕನ್ನಡದೋರ್ ಮನೇಗ್ ಮಹೇಶ್ ಭೂಪತಿ ಹೋದ್ರೂ, ಅವನಿಗೆ ಫಸ್ಟ್ ಕೇಳ್ಸೋ ಮಾತು : ಬಂದ ಭೂಪತಿ!

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Match-fixing is not new to Indians. Elderly women have been known to fixing matches in India for ages.

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Lost PBS last month. Now TMS. Both had lent their voices to Dr.Rajkumar in the early part of his career. The song ‘Raajara Mahalinali’ is a famous TM Soundararajan number sung for Annavru for the film ‘Simha Swapna’ (1968). TMS first sang for Raj in ‘Premamayi’ (1966).

TMS sang mostly for MGR and Sivaji Ganesan apart from NTR, Gemini Ganesan, Rajkumar, ANR, Rajanikanth, Kamal Haasan among other actors from 1946 till 2007.

RIP, TMS.

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Am sure all of you have seen Google’s ‘Petri Dish’ tribute today to the German microbiologist, Julius Richard Petri.

Q: If he knew Hindi, which song would Julius Richard Petri sing?

A: ‘Agar’ tum na hote!

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ಇತ್ತೀಚಿನವರ್ಗೂ, ಘಂಟೆ ಬಾರ್ಸಿದ್ರೆ, ಪೂಜೆ ನಡೀತಿದೆ ಅಂದ್ಕೊಬೋದಿತ್ತು.

ಈಗೀಗ, ಶಾಸ್ತ್ರಿಗಳು, ಕಸ ಎತ್ತೋರು, ಗಾಡಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಐಸ್ ಕ್ರೀಮ್ ಮತ್ತು ಜೋಳ ಮಾರೋರು, ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಘಂಟೆ ಬಾರ್ಸೋರೆ!

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Bramhaaaanda Narendra Babu Sharma admires English more than anybody. His favourite 3 English words: Put, Go, See!

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Most of us have seen at the end of any emailer:
• Sent from Samsung Galaxy Note
• Sent from BlackBerry® on Airtel
• Sent from Samsung Mobile
• Sent from my Nokia phone
and so on

Imagine these in the ancient times:
• Sent from Carrier Pigeon
• Sent from Racing Homer
• Sent from American Show Racer
• Sent from Homing Pigeon
• Sent from Pigeon Racing
• Sent from Release Dove
• Sent from English Carrier
• Sent from Passenger Pigeon
• Sent from Cloud Messenger
• Sent from Cloud Meghadooth®
• Sent from Megha Sandesha®
• Sent from Smoke Signal Yamana
• Sent from Long Distance Smoke Signal®

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When my parents got married, out-of-towners who couldn’t attend sent telegrams. When father passed away, people sent faxes. When mother expired, email messages. For my marriage, friends sent SMSes. When my son was born, people wished us using instant messaging on social media.

What will be the next generation of messaging?

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Hotels, Temples and Beauty Saloons: 3 things that you’ll find on most roads in Malleswaram today!

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Two foreigners visited the temple at Kashi where they heard the ‘Annapoorna Stotra’. As the stotra came to an end, one told the other: Didn’t I tell you, there are lots of curries in India?

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Markandeya challenging Yama… we all know. But after hearing to his composition “Chandrashekara Ashtakam”, I got to know Markandeya did not like YAMAHA too… coz after every stanza, he asks: “Why Yamaha?”

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ATMAVALOKANA was organised and invites were distributed. People were surprised that the organiser and venue was a Bank. Only after the function started, most of the audience got to know it was ATM Avalokana!

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Under RICE ITEMS of Adiga’s Sampige menu, one item stands out: VEG HANDI PULAO!

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ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಮಳೆ ಬಂದು ಹಲವಾರು ಜನ ಮನೆಯಿಂದ ಕೊಚ್ಚ್ಕೊಂಡ್ ಹೋಗ್ತಿದ್ದಾರೆ.
ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನಿಗೆ ಬಿಸಿ ಪಕೋಡ ಕೊಡಿಸಿದೆ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಂಡು ಇಲ್ಲಿಬ್ಬರು ಕೊಚ್ಚ್ಕೊಂಡ್ ಹೋಗ್ತಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

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I will always remember Williams saying to Han in ‘Enter the Dragon’ -
Bullshit mister han man… you come right out of comic…

RIP Jim Kelly.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-23125488

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5th Standard was when Ink Pens ‘officially’ came into our life! You had to earn a ‘Hero’ pen, which was never bought. Until you earned one, it was some local pen, which invariably leaked. Hence a blotting paper or a piece of cotton cloth).

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One family from Mysore has the pride of writing and printing Panchanga continuously for the past 126 years. The Vontikoppal Panchanga was started by Siddanthi Tammaiah Shastry in 1887-88. Presently, the fifth generation of the family is carrying on the work. Vontikoppal Panchanga is the first in the world to bring out a Panchanga exclusively for America.

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Rewind back to the ’80s: There was a mad man called Manikya near my cousin’s place. He was not totally mad. He used to do jobs like cleaning the garden etc. But the interesting part was that after doing the job, he used to ask for a brand and crisp 5 rupee note. It HAD to be crisp, just like you get in RBI. A soiled note would irritate him completely. He often used to tell us kids (then) that his wife ran off with MGR.

Why did I remember this? My son is learning for his Kannada test tomorrow. And he has a sentence. “Maatu Maanikya”!

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ಮಕ್ಕಳಾದಾಗ, ಬಿ.ಸಿ.ಜಿ.
ವಯಸ್ಸಾದ್ಮೇಲೆ, ಈ.ಸಿ.ಜಿ.
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ಹುಟ್ಟಿದಾಗ ಬಾಲ ಭಾಷೆ. ಕ್ರಿಕೆಟ್ ಆಟ ಕಲಿತ ಮೇಲೆ ’ಬಾಲ್’ ಭಾಷೆ. ವಯಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬಂದಮೇಲೆ, ಎಲ್.ಕೆ.ಬಾಲ್ ಭಾಷೆ!

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Right from childhood, Bengluru born Shaiju Kutty is very fond of his mother and the Tea she prepares, so much so that he becomes an expert Tea maker. Seeing her son’s interest in Tea making, she helps Shaju to set up a Tea shop in a layout where Mallu kutties are in majority.

Q: What name does Shaiju keep for the tea shop?

A: ‘Mathru Chaaya”

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Grandson: Thatha, you have Windows 8?
Thatha: Wait, let me remember: 4, plus 2… plus 2, PLUS TWO. Windows 10, not 8.
Grandson: ?!?!

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Different Eras, Different Notebooks!

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Pran fan: Ab no more Pran yaar.
Sea-food lover: OMG! No more Prawn?!

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ಸಿವಾ, ಯಂಗಾಬಿಟವ್ನೆ ನಮ್ ಶಿವಣ್ಣ!
ಸಿವಾ, YOUNG ಆಗ್ಬಿಟವ್ನೆ ನಮ್ ಶಿವಣ್ಣ!

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ಇದೀಗ ಬಂದ ಸುದ್ದಿ
ರಚನೆ: ಬೆಳ್ಳೂರು ರಾಮಕೃಷ್ಣ

ಆಶ್ರಯ ಸ್ಕೀಂನಿಂದ ಸಿಗ್ತು ಮನೆ
ಅಕ್ಕಿ ಸ್ಕೀಂನಿಂದ ಆಯ್ತು ಅಡಿಗೆ ಘಮ್ಮನೆ
ಊರೆಲ್ಲಾ ವೈನ್ ಅಂಗಡಿ ಬಾ ಎಂದು ಕರೀತು ನನ್ನನ್ನೆ
ಇನ್ಯಾಕೆ ಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ಟಾಟಾ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೆಲ್ಸಕ್ಕೆ ಮಲಗ್ದೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ

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raw hullu ≠ con grassu

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Yours truly with The Sportstar, 1983 issue (World Cup special)

Aside: Was about to share this picture on June 25th, last month, to commemorate India’s first WC triumph. Right then, got a call from my son’s school that he had a fall and has a dislocated bone. The cast will be removed tomorrow. He thus ‘single- handedly’ completed his first Unit test in flying colours!

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Remembered Doordarshan’s Newsreaders:

Gitanjali Aiyar (small bindhi; almost like a model)
Minu (big bindi, bob cut)
Preet Bedi
Sashi Kumar (beard; a slight hunch)
Sarla Maheshwari (gujju style saree; sati savitri look)
Sunit Tandon (like a patient)
Neeti Ravindran (mole on a chubby cheek, bob cut)
Rini Simon (later khanna, boy cut)
Tejeshwar Singh (shekhar kapur style beard; thick, grave voice)
Sangeeta Bedi (hot and beautiful)
Komal GB Singh (ready to smile)
Usha Albuquerque (bony; gingerly expression)
Salma Sultana (‘rose’)
Kaveri Mukherjee (shrill voice)
J.V.raman (combover)
Avinash Kaur Sarin (top knot)
Rajiv Mehrotra (beard)
Shobhana Jagdhish (gujju style saree; sleepy eyes)
Ved Prakash (Tie on shirt)

By the by, does anyone remember hearing this?
This is ‘Ole’ India Radio. The News, read by Lotika Ratnam…

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Treat your son as a friend after a certain age ಅಂತ ಹೇಳೋದನ್ನೇ ನಮ್ಮೋರು ಭಾಳಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಎರಡೇ ಪದದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳ್ಕೊಂಬರ್ತಿದಾರೆ.

ಆ ಎರಡು ಪದಗಳೇ: Buddy ಮಗ!

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| guruvina gulaamanaaguva thanaka doreyadenna mukuthi |
|| annavre namm guru endhodane hecchuvudu namma bhakuti ||

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NARENDRA MODI = Dream And Iron
RAHUL GANDHI = A Darling Huh

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Definitely ‘The Thama Stories’ are not to be missed.

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On CNBC Awaaz, every night you can watch Awaaz @ 9 (in Hindi).
On our roads, every day and night you can watch Awaaz 24/7 (all languages).

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I regret to inform that my uncle Sri B R Chandrashekhara Rao, Retired Teacher and Former Headmaster of National High School, Basavanagudi, Bangalore, passed away this morning at 11.15am at his residence. Fondly known to many of his students as BRC, he was known for his inimitable voice that commanded respect. He was a strict disciplinarian and was a stickler to perfection. Everyday, he wore white bush shirt and a crisp dark trouser, neatly pressed. And it was full navy whites on Saturdays. A man of principles and integrity, BRC represented the values NHS stood for. Students really loved him and felt it a blessing to have him as a teacher and NCC officer.

May the departed soul rest in peace.

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All the MODIs that I have heard, seen and read about (in chronological order)

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A Manipuri will surely appreciate that there is a Mary Kom Ba temple in our city!

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KV Chandrashekar (1920-2014)
May the departed soul rest in peace.

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Our beloved Hindi teacher at KV Malleswaram, Smt.Malathi Prakash passed away yesterday. भगवान उनकी आत्मा को शांति दे।

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ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ, ಲವ್ ಈಸ್ ಪಾಯಿಸನ್.
ಇನ್ನು ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ, ಲವ್ ಈಸ್ ಪಾಯಸಮ್.

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ಸಿಕಾಪಟ್ಟೆ ಲೆಂತೀ ಫಿಲಂ ಮತ್ತು ಬಹುತೇಕ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಫಿಲಂಗಳಲ್ಲಿರೋ ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸ? One is much long…the other is ಮಚ್ಚು-ಲಾಂಗು.

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Old School of Thought vs New School of Thought.

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Just imagine!

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yocall issonweight as the person you are trying to reach isonanather call

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Here’s my Facebook movie. Find yours at https://facebook.com/lookback/#FacebookIs10

I liked this 62 second video for the mood-setting instrumental bgm. It was like the Team Facebook telling me ‘Thank you’!

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ಚಿಕ್ಕ ವಯಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ಅಜೈಲ್.
ವಯಸ್ಸಾದ ಮೇಲೆ ಫ್ರಜೈಲ್.

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No one can encourage and shower praises like our beloved TIGER Pran! Dear Sir, a heartfelt thanks for all those words of encouragement, likes, comments, positive words, appreciation, support, thoughtfulness and most importantly, for your time! Thank you very much from all of us at Muktabalaga, and from everyone in the social media network to whom you have had a kind word to say! You deserved this long back. Sorry for the delay. – Regards, Bellur
[Needless to say, we hope to see more and more of your comments, likes and shares]

 — with Praneshachar Kadalabal.

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ಡ ಗುಣಿತ ಹೀಗಿದೆ:
ಡ ಡಾ ಡಿ ಡೀ ಡು ಡೂ ಡೃ ಡೄ ಡೆ ಡೇ ಡೈ ಡೊ ಡೋ ಡೌ ಡಂ ಡಃ
ಗಮನಿಸಿ: ಡೌ comes at #14!

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Pallavi Anupallavi. Moondram Pirai. Olangal. Shankarabharanam. Each one a masterpiece. Each one in a different language. One man. Balu Mahendra. RiP.

Here is one of my favourites from Balu Manhendra’s 1982 directorial, ‘Olangal’ where our Cubbon Park has been captured in all its beauty, along with the evergreen ‘Toy train’.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAl7_PiZV9I

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Flex banners at many traffic signals has a picture of Dravid and a message saying “When on the road, always say Pehle Aap”.

Just wondering if Dravid is an AAP member!

Imagine two very generous drivers – one on a Bolero, and another on a Scorpio, meet near an intersection somewhere in the interiors of N.R. Colony. One says “Pehle aap”…the other says…” no sir, pehle aap”…goes on and on… neither of them moves ahead…because they want to follow the PEHLE AAP rule. Result: Traffic jam because of Jammy!

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weekendಉ ಅಂತ ಹಲವರ ಚಿಂತೆ. Year endಉ ಅಂತ ಕೆಲವರ ಚಿಂತೆ. ಹೊರಗೆ ರೋಡಲ್ಲಿ, ಯಾರದ್ದೋ Life endಉ ಅಂತ ಉಳಿದವರ ಚಿಂತೆ.

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ಇಂದು ಊರಿಗೆ ಬಂದ್ರೆ, ಅವಳಮ್ಮ ನೆಂಟ್ರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಮೆಸೇಜ್ ಕಳ್ಸೋದು only in 2 words :
ನಗರದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಂದು.

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ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ ಕ್ಷಣವೇ ಸಾವಿನೊಂದಿಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ ನಿಶ್ಚಿತಾರ್ಥ ಆಗಿ ಹೋಗಿದೆ. ಅನಿಶ್ಚಿತವಾಗಿರೋದು ಬದುಕು, ಸಾವಲ್ಲ. (ಮಳೆ ಹನಿಗಳು ಬರಿಸಿದ ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ)

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ಡೈಲಿ ನಾವ್ ಯೂಜ಼್ ಮಾಡೋ ಕೆಲವು ಪಾಪ್ಯುಲರ್ ನಂಬರ್ಸ್

ಒಂದ್ ನಿಮಿಷ ಇರಪ್ಪ.
ಇದು ಎರಡನೇ ಸಲ ನಾನ್ ಹೇಳ್ತಿರೋದು.
ಮೂರ್ ಹೊತ್ತೂ ಅದೇ ಗೋಳು.
ನಾಲ್ಕು ಅಂಗಡಿಲಿ ಕೇಳು.
ಐದೈದ್ ನಿಮಿಷಕ್ಕೂ ಫೋನ್ ಮಾಡ್ಬೇಡ.
ಇಪ್ಪತ್ತೆಂಟು ಕೆಲಸ ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಇಂದ.
ನೂರು ಸರತಿ ಹೇಳಿದ್ರೂ ಅದೇ ತಪ್ಪು ಮಾಡಿದ್ಯಾ!

ನಿಮ್ಮ ನಂಬರ್ಸ್ ಯಾವುದು?

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ಕೆಲವರು ಪ್ರತಿದಿನ ಹಕ್ಕು ಚಲಾಯಿಸ್ತಾರೆ. ಇನ್ನು ಕೆಲವರು ಐದು ವರ್ಷಕ್ಕೊಮ್ಮೆ ಚಲಾಯಿಸ್ತಾರೆ.
ಮಾರಲ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಸ್ಟೋರಿ: ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗಿಂತ ಬೇರೇ ಊರಿನವರೇ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಹಕ್ಕು ಚಲಾಯಿಸ್ತಾರೆ.

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ಪಕ್ಕದ್ ಮನೆಯೋರು, ಡೈಲಿ ಮನೇಲಿ ಓಟ್ ಮಾಡ್ತಾರೆ. ನಿನ್ನೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಮನೆ ಹೊರಗೂ ವೋಟ್ ಮಾಡಿದ್ರು.

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ಎಲೆಕ್ಷನ್ ಆದ ಕೆಲವು ದಿವಸ, ಪೊಲಿಂಗ್ ಬೂತ್ ಸುತ್ತ ಮುತ್ತದ ರಸ್ತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಕ್ರಿಕೆಟ್, ಬ್ಯಾಡ್ಮಿಂಟನ್, ಟೆನ್ನಿಸ್ ಆಟ ಆಡೋ ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ, ಬೌಂಡರಿ ಲೈನ್ ಹಾಕೋ ಗೋಳಿರಲ್ಲ.

ಹಳೆ ಟೆಲಿಫೋನ್ ಡೈರೆಕ್ಟರಿ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಹೊಸದನ್ನ ತಂದು, ಟೆಲಿಫೋನ್ ಎಕ್ಸ್ಚೇಂಜಲ್ಲಿ ಕೊಂಡಿರೋ ಪ್ಲಾಸ್ಟಿಕ್ ಕವರ್ ಹಾಕಿ, ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಅಪ್ಪ/ ಅಮ್ಮ, ನೆಂಟರು ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರ ಹೆಸರು ಹುಡುಕಿ ಕಾಲ ಕಳೇಯೋ ಕಾಲ ಒಂದಿತ್ತು.

ಅವರ ಹೆಸರಿಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೆ, ತಕ್ಷಣ ಫೋನ್ ಮಾಡಿ ಕೇಳೋದು: ಏನ್, ನಿಮ್ಮ್ ಹೆಸರಿಲ್ಲ ಈ ಸರ್ತಿ, ಡೈರೆಕ್ಟ್ರೀಲಿ?
ಅವರು: ಹೌದಾ, ಹಾಗಾದ್ರೆ ಈಗಲೆ ಕಂಪ್ಲೇಂಟ್ ಮಾಡ್ತಿನಿ!
[ಆಗ ನಮಗೇನೋ ಚೀಪ್ ತ್ರಿಲ್ಲು!)

By the by, ಇವತ್ತು ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರ್ತ್ ಡೇ ಅಂತ ಟೈಪ್ ಮಾಡಬೇಕಾದ್ರೆ ’ಬ್’ ಮಿಸ್ ಆದ್ರೂ ಅರ್ಥ ಕೊಡತ್ತೆ.
ಹುಟ್ಟು ಹಬ್ಬ ಆಚರಿಸುತ್ತಿರೋರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಹ್ಯಾಪಿ ಬರ್ತ್ ಡೇ ಆನ್ ಅರ್ತ್ ಡೇ!

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ಟಿಲ್ ರೀಸೆಂಟ್ಲಿ, ವಿಜ಼ಿಲ್ ಶಬ್ಧ ಕೇಳಿದ್ರೆ, ’ಪೋಲೀಸ್’ ಅಂದ್ಕೊಳ್ತಿದ್ವಿ. ಈಗ್ ವಿಜ಼ಿಲ್ ಸದ್ದು ಕೇಳಿದ್ರೆ, ’ಪೋಲೀಸ್’ ಅಲ್ಲ, ’ಕಸದ್ ಡಬ್ಬ’ ಒಂದೇ ತಲೇಗ್ ಬರೋದು.

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ಅಣ್ಣಾವ್ರ ಅಭಿಮಾನಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಸೈನ್ಸ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ವಿಷಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಪರ್ಫೆಕ್ಟಾಗಿ ಗೊತ್ತು: ಗುರುತ್ವಾಕರ್ಷಣೆ.

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Contradicting Proverbs

All good things come to those who wait.
BUT… Time and tide wait for no man.

The pen is mightier than the sword.
BUT… Actions speak louder than words.

Wise men think alike.
BUT… Fools seldom differ.

The best things in life are free.
BUT… There’s no such thing as a free lunch .

Slow and steady wins the race.
BUT… Time waits for no man .

Look before you leap.
BUT… Strike while the iron is hot

Do it well, or not at all.
BUT… Half a loaf is better than none.

Birds of a feather flock together.
BUT… Opposites attract.

Don’t cross your bridges before you come to them.
BUT… Forewarned is forearmed.

Doubt is the beginning of wisdom.
BUT… Faith will move mountains.

Great starts make great finishes.
BUT… It ain’t over ’till it’s over.

Practice makes perfect.
BUT… All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Silence is golden.
BUT… The squeaky wheel gets the grease.

You’re never too old to learn.
BUT… You can’t teach an old dog new tricks

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
BUT… Out of sight, out of mind.

Too many cooks spoil the broth.
BUT… Many hands make light work.

(Am sure there are more. Please add to the list.)

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‘Master’ Hirannaiah met CM Siddaramaiah and tendered an apology at the latter’s house in “T.K.” Layout!

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ಮಿನಿಶ್ಟ್ರು (ಎಸ್ಸೆಲ್ಸಿಲಿರೋ ಮಗನಿಗೆ): ಯೇನ್ಲಾ, ಇಟ್ಟೇಯಾ?
ಮಗ: ೧೬ನೇ ತಾರೀಕ್ ತನ್ಕ ತಡ್ಕ. ಆಮೇಲ್ ಮಾತಾಡ್ತೀನಿ.

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ಜಯ, ಮಮತ ಇರೋವರೆಗೂ, ಅಮ್ಮನ್ ಅಕ್ಕನ್ ಮಾತೇ ನಡೆಯೋದು.

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Be it history or current updates, MODI has both RSS & RSS Feeds to help him!  

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ಕನ್ನಡ ಚಿತ್ರದ ಟೈಟಲ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ’ಕೇಸರಿ’ ಪದ ಬಳಸಿರೋದು ಎರಡೇ ಬಾರಿ ಅನ್ನಿಸುತ್ತೆ: ೧೯೬೩ರಲ್ಲಿ ’ವೀರ ಕೇಸರಿ’, ೨೦೧೪ರಲ್ಲಿ ’ಗಜಕೇಸರಿ’! ಹೌದಾ?

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Don’t miss the taglines!

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ಬಿ.ಎ. ನೋ ಬಿ.ಕಾಮೋ, ಲೈಫಲ್ ಏನೇ ಬಂದ್ರೂ ಯು ಮಸ್ಟ್ ಬೀ ಕಾಮ್.

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ಎಲ್ಲಾರ್ಗೂ TK ಒಂದ್ ಕಡೆ ಇದ್ದ್ರೆ, ಕಿಂಗ್ಸ್ ಇಲೆವೆನ್ ಪಂಜಾಬೋರ್ಗೆ ಬಲಗಡೆ ತೊಡೆ ಮೇಲಿದೆ!

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ಮಾತೆಯರಲ್ಲಿ, ಮೀರಮ್ಮ ಆದ್ಮೇಲೆ ಸುಮಿತ್ರಮ್ಮನೇ ಎರಡನೇ ಸ್ಪೀಕರ್ ಅಂತೆ. ಮಾತೆಯರಿಗೆ ’ಮಾತೆ’ ಆಡದೆ ಇರಕ್ಕೆ ಅಗತ್ತಾ? ಅಂದಮೇಲೆ, ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಬ್ಬ ಮಾತೇನೂ ಸ್ಪೀಕರ್. ಕೆಲವರು ಲೌಡ್ ಸ್ಪೀಕರ್.
{ಡೌಟ್ ಇದ್ದರೆ, ಮನೇಲಿ ಮಕ್ಕಳನ್ನ, ಗಂಡನ್ನ ಕೇಳಿ – ಮನೇಲಿ ಸ್ಪೀಕರ್ ಯಾರು ಅಂತ}

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To take ಅನ್ನೊ ಅರ್ಥ ಕೊಡೊ ಎರಡು ಕಂಪನಿಗಳಿವೆ. ಒಬ್ಬರ ಹೆಸರಲ್ಲಿ ಅದು raw ಆಗಿದ್ದರೆ ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರ ಹೆಸರಲ್ಲಿ ಅದು polished ಅನ್ನಿಸುತ್ತೆ. ಯಾವ ಸಂಸ್ಥೆಗಳು?

Syska ಮತ್ತು Cisco.
[ಎರಡ್ರಲ್ಲು, ತಿಂಗಳ ಕೊನೇಲಿ ಸಂಬಳ ಇಸ್ಕ / ಇಸ್ಕೊ!]

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ಕೆಲವರಿಗೆ ಪದಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ’ಪ’ ಮತ್ತು ’ಫ’ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಉಚ್ಛಾರಣೆ ತಪ್ಪು ಮಾಡ್ತಾರೆ. ಉದಾ: ಪಫ್ಸ್ ಬಿಕಮ್ಸ್ ಪಪ್ಸ್. ಫಸ್ಟ್ ಬಿಕಮ್ಸ್ ಪಸ್ಟ್, ಪ್ರೊಫೆಶನಲ್ಸ್ ಬಿಕಮ್ಸ್ ಫ್ರಫೆಶನಲ್ಸ್ ಹೀಗೆ. ಅವರು ಹಾಗೆ ಹೇಳ್ದಾಗೆಲ್ಲ
ಮನಸಲ್ಲೇ ಕರೆಕ್ಟ್ ಉಚ್ಛಾರಣೆ ನಾವ್ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡಿರ್ತೀವಿ.

ಅದೇ ಎಷ್ಟು ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ ಆಗಿ ಹೋಗಿದೆ ಅಂದ್ರೆ, ಯಾರಾದ್ರೂ ಫೀಫಾ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಮೈನ್ಡಲ್ಲಿ ಪೀಪಾ ಅಂತ ಬರತ್ತೆ!

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“ಹಾಲಿನ ಮೊಗದವಳೆ” ಅಂತ ಏನಾದ್ರು ಹುಡುಗಿಯನ್ನ ಹೊಗಳದ್ರೋ, ಓವರ್ನೈಟ್ ಅವರು ’ಹೆಪ್’ ಆಗ್ತಾರೆ. ಜೋಕೆ!

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ಕತ್ತು ಉಳುಕಿ ಒಂದ್ ವಾರ ಆಯ್ತು. ಮಸಾಜು, ಬಿಸಿನೀರ್ ಶಾಖ, ವೋಲಿನಿ ಸ್ಪ್ರೆ, ಅಯೋಡೆಕ್ಸ್ ಎಲ್ಲ ಕೊಡೋ ರಿಲೀಫ್ ಕಮ್ಮಿ. ಮನೆಯಿಂದ ಆಫೀಸ್ ವರೆಗೂ ಹಂಪ್ ಮೇಲೆ ಗಾಡಿ ಓಡಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋದಾಗ ಸಿಗೋ ರಿಲೀಫ್, ಏನ್ ಹಿತವಾಗಿರತ್ತೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾ? ಹಂಪ್ ಗಳ ವ್ಯಾಲ್ಯು ಈಗ ಗೊತ್ತಾಯ್ತು!

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ಸೆಲ್ಫ್ ಗೋಲ್ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಳೋದು ತಪ್ಪು.
ಸೆಲ್ಫಿನೇ ಗೋಲ್ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಳೋದೂ ತಪ್ಪು.

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ಕಾಮತ್ ಹೋಟೆಲ್ಗೆ ಹೋಗೋದೇ ಮಜಾ ಆ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ. ಯಾಕಂದ್ರೆ ತಿಂಡಿ ಕಾಫಿ ಆದಮೇಲೆ ಎಂಟ್ರೆನ್ಸ್ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಇಟ್ಟಿದ್ದ ವೇಯಿಂಗ್ ಮೆಶೀನ್ ಮೇಲೆ ನಿಂತು ವೇಯ್ಟ್ ಚೆಕ್ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋದೇ ಥ್ರಿಲ್ಲು! ಮುಖ್ಯವಾಗಿ ನನಗೆ ವೇಯ್ಟ್ ನೋಡ್ಕೊಳ್ಳೋದಲ್ಲ ಉದ್ದೇಶ. ಪುಟ್ಟದೊಂದು ಪಾಪಪ್ ಕಾರ್ಡ್ ಬರೋದು. ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾವುದಾದ್ರೋ ನಟ-ನಟಿಯರ ಚಿತ್ರ, ನಮ್ಮ ವೇಯ್ಟು, ಕಾರ್ಡ್ ಹಿಂಭಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ ಭವಿಷ್ಯ!
ಫ್ರಸ್ಟ್ರೇಶನ್ ಆಗ್ತಿದ್ದಿದ್ದು: ನನಗೆ ಭಾರತಿನೋ, ಮಂಜುಳನೋ ಬಂದಾಗ. ಒಮ್ಮೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹತ್ತು-ಹತ್ತು ಬಾರಿ ನಿಂತಿದೀನಿ, ಅಣ್ಣಾವ್ರು ಬರಲಿ ಅಂತ!

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ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲಕ್ಕೂ ಒಂದು ರಿದಂ ಇದೆ. ಎಲ್ಲ ಹಂತ ಹಂತವಾಗಿ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತೆ. ಎವೆರಿತಿಂಗ್ ಗೋಸ್ ಇನ್ ಎ ರಿದಮ್. ಸಿಂಪಲ್ಲಾಗ್ ಅದನ್ನ ಆಲ್-ಗೋ-ರಿದಮ್ ಅಂತ ಕರೀತೀವಿ.

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’ಜೈ’!
ನನಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿರೋ ಮಟ್ಟಿಗೆ, ಈ ಪದವನ್ನು ನಾವು ಬಹಳ ಫ್ಲೆಕ್ಸಿಬಲ್ ಆಗಿ ಉಪಯೋಗಿಸಬಹುದು.
ಉದಾ:
ಕನ್ನಡಕ್ಕೆ ಜೈ (ಜಯಕಾರ)
ಪಕ್ಕದ ಮನೆ ತಾತಾ? ನಿನ್ನೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಜೈ (ಗೊಟಕ್)
ಹಳೇ ಚಪ್ಪಲಿ ಏನಾಯ್ತು? ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗಿದ್ದೆ. ಜೈ. (ಕಳೆದುಹೋಯಿತು)
ಏನಪ್ಪ, ಹೊಸ ಮೊಬೈಲು? ಹಳೇದು ನೀರಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿದ್ದು ಜೈ. (ಕೆಟ್ಟುಹೋಯಿತು)
ಬೇಜಾನ್ ಸೊಳ್ಳೆ ಕಾಟ. ಗುಡ್ ನೈಟ್ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಜೈ. (ಒಳ್ಳೇದು)

ಇಷ್ಟು ಫ್ಲೆಕ್ಸಿಬಲ್ ಆಗಿರೋ ಬೇರೆ ಪದಗಳು ಗೊತ್ತಿದ್ದರೆ, ತಿಳಿಸಿ.

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ಮದುವೆ invite ಕಳಸದ ಭೂಪ candy crush invite ಕಳಸದ್ನಂತೆ!

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ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರತಿದಿನವೂ ಹೋರಾಟವೆ. ಯಾಕೆ?
ಏಳು ದಿನಗಳ ಹೆಸರು ನೋಡಿ:
ಭಾನುwar
ಸೋಮwar
ಮಂಗಳwar
ಬುಧwar
ಗುರುwar
ಶುಕ್ರwar
ಶನಿwar

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This ad brought tears in my eyes! Jealous of the team who made it.
Hats off team O&M!

Credits:
Client: Adani Wilmar
Creative Agency: Ogilvy & Mather
Creative Chairman: Piyush Pandey
COO: Angshu Malik
Group Creative Director: Sukesh Nayak
Production House: Curious Films
Director: Vivek Kakad
Producer: Shahzad Bhagwagar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O5Q4Z87epo

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ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮನಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಪ್ರಶಾಂತವಾಗಿ ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇಟ್ಟ್ಕೋಬೇಕೇ? ಕಾಟನ್ಪೇಟೆ ರಸ್ತೆಲಿ ಬಲಗೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ದಮ್ಮು ಮತ್ತು ಎಡಗೈಯ್ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಚಾ ಲೋಟ ಹಿಡ್ಕೊಂದು ಬುರ್ರ್ ಅಂತ ಮೈ ಮೇಲೇ ಬರೋ ವೋಲ್ವೋ ಬಸ್ಸು ಒಂದಡಿ ದೂರ ಇದ್ರೂ ಕ್ರಾಸ್ ಮಾಡೋ ಯಾರನ್ನಾದರೂ ಕೇಳಿ…ಆ ಸಮಾಧಿ ಸ್ಥಿತಿ ಹೇಗೆ ಬಂತೂ ಅವರಿಗೆ ಅಂತ…!

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ಜರ್ಮನಿಗೆ ಪಾರ್ಟಿ ಈಗ ಶುರು. ಮುಗಿಸೋ ಅರ್ಜೆಂಟ್-ಇನ್ನ ಏನಿಲ್ಲ!

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TEN!
Number of father-son pairs to play Tests for India, including Stuart Binny today, and his father Roger.
Like father…like son!

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‘Skool Shtudent’ Lingo

June 14, 2013

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Compilation & Design: Ramakrishna Bellur

 

Shoshal, Max, Ombark… every generation, every school, every class has some students who pronounce it this way! Feel free to add to the list!

Random Jottings on Facebook – 3

March 7, 2013

ಮೂರನೇ ಕ್ಲಾಸಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ ಸುರೇಶ್ ಮಣಿ ನನಗೆ ಹೇಳಿಕೊಟ್ಟ ಪಾಠ ಇನ್ನೂ ನೆನಪಿದೆ.

ಮಣಿ: ಕೋಳಿ ಕೂಗಿತು.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಕೋಳಿ?
ಮಣಿ: ಬಾತು ಕೋಳಿ.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಬಾತು?
ಮಣಿ: ಕೇಸರಿಭಾತು.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಕೇಸರಿ?
ಮಣಿ: ತಿನ್ನೊ ಕೇಸರಿ.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ತಿನ್ನು?
ಮಣಿ: ಏಟು ತಿನ್ನು.
(ನನಗೆ ಹೊಡೀತಾನೆ).
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಏಟು?
ಮಣಿ: ಗಾಂಧಿ ಏಟು.
ರಾಮ: ಯಾವ ಗಾಂಧಿ?
ಮಣಿ: ಮಹಾತ್ಮ ಗಾಂಧಿ.

ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ಹತ್ತು ಸಲ ಈ ಆಟ. ಯಾವಾಗ್ಲೂ ನಾನೇ ಏಟು ತಿನ್ನಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ಅವನಾಸೆ. ದಿವಸ, ಮನೇಗೆ ಬರಕ್ಕೆ ಮುಂಚೆ, ಶಾಲೆಯ ಗೇಟ್ ಬಳಿ ಅವನಿಗೆ ಹತ್ತು ಏಟು ಹೋಡೆದು (ಒಂದೆರಡು ಕೊಸರು ಕೊಟ್ಟಿ) ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋದೇ ಒಂದಾಟ!

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Mom to son:

L.A.-ge hogi L-A- meerbeda.
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Mom to daughter:
Erode-ge hogi ee road mareebeda.

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don’t know about bengaluru-mysore corridor,
or mumbai-bengaluru corridor
but ನಮ್ ರೋಡಲ್ಲಿ ಇರೋರೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾರಿಡಾರೇ!

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This morning, for a short stretch, to my left was an AUTO and to my right was an ALTO.

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Remember those olden day taps with a long white cloth tied to it?

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You’ve seen the I-PAD. Remember the WE-PAD (Wooden Examination Pad)?!

It’s that time of the year, when exam pads make a quick entry into every student’s life. During my school days, we would inherit the exam pads from our elders. Hence the wooden pad would have been used by our uncles, aunts, sisters, brothers and finally reach us.

The dark brown pad (with rounded edges) would have a smooth surface on the front and a rough textured surface at the back. The front would have a ‘SRI’, ‘OM’, names of some of the previous owners written in various styles, in blue or green ink. Black or Red ink was considered inauspicious! I had written “Da- 2 small vertical lines- Raj” in a self designed stylish 3D font in Kannada when I got the pad sometime in 3rd standard. Before that, I don’t remember using one. I had used blue sketch pen to write this.

I somehow hated to use the pad just for what it was meant for. Hence, as soon as the exams got over, I would use the pad as a cricket bat, a frisbee, a sword, a fan, a TT bat…. and thus the dark brown pad would have some broken edges by late April. I would also test my endurance levels by putting my fingers under the clip… 3 seconds and the fingers would be removed! The pad would have one small needle like thing near the clip. And this would scratch atleast one of my fingers during every exam. During 6th standard, I remember pasting a poster of Rajkumar at the back of the pad.
It was a huge inspiration for me!

My son’s plastic Ben-10 pad brought back these memories this morning.

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Plastic pencil box always looked weak. And that too if it had a single opening. A magnetic pencil box was a fantasy. I was unable to come to terms with myself for a week when my first brother-in-law gifted me one when I was in 2nd standard. It had totally 5 openings – 2 each on both sides and one in the middle, that made the box look like a small diary book. My friends here were in awe with that box.

Friends in “far off” Cochin school also got to see my magnetic box. I remember boys asking in Malayalam: Idu evadannakitti?!

When I graduated from that to the powerful Geometry box, the main attraction were the Compass, Divider, Set square, blotting paper, and of course, if you managed to have a Hero Pen, then you looked a true HERO!

And then came the Ink sharing programme!

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The only place
which has offered
a ‘level’ playing field
for a Shastri, Poojara
Pandit, Adhikaari,
Nawab, Merchant,
Maharaja, Yuvaraja,
Engineer, Contractor
is ‘Test’ Cricket!

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In some old hotels, even today, Bournvita, Horlicks and Badam Powder bottles are not inside the kitchen. They’re kept next to the Cashier.

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Book Cricket, and other types of Cricket I played!

During 4th and 5th standard, ‘book cricket’ entered our lives. I remember playing it quite intensely with my pal Hanuman in 5th standard. As I contracted Jaundice during that time, I was not allowed to go out and play (missed school for quite some days). I used to play book cricket alone after writing down the names of the players (one team was always India, the other varied Eng, WI, Aus etc..) on two pages (it resembled almost a complete scorecard).

The runs were scored by flipping the book open at random and the last digit of the right-side (even-numbered) page was counted as the number of runs scored. 0 (and sometimes 8) were assigned to special rules, typically a wicket was lost when a person scored 0 and scoring 8 would be substituted for a No ball run and an additional chance. To give an example, if the batting side opened the book at page 26, then 6 runs would be scored. For the toss, what was generally done was that both the players open a page and the one whose last digit is greater wins.

Other types of Cricket that I played: Hand cricket and leg cricket! (self explanatory)

And one of my neighbourhood friends, Umesh, had this indoor Cricket board game, where wickets were placed on a green circular piece of clothing, toy fielders were positioned, boundary ropes were kept and the batsman (i.e. you) had a tiny bat to hit the ball which were, shiny ball bearings, that would be dropped from about 5cms height by another player. If the ball went into the small opening near the feet (V-shaped) of the fielder, it was out. If the ball bearing touched the ropes, it was a boundary.

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“There was a bit of pressure on me. I just got married, and my wife was worried I should perform. We knew that the new ball would do a bit.”

- Double Centurion Cheteshwar Pujara while receiving the MOM award today.

ಅಪಾರ್ಥ ಮಾಡ್ಕೋಬೇಡ್ರಪ್ಪ!

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“India deserve a lot of credit.” – Michael Clarke
(Most Indians nowadays are living only on Credit!)

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unlessyougivespaceforeveryoneandeverythingitwillgetterriblysuffocating.

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ಒಂದ್ ಕಾರ್ ಇನ್ನೊಂದ್ ಕಾರ್-ಗೆ ಡಿಕ್ಕಿ ಹೊಡೀತು. ಬಂಪರ್ ಜಖಂ.
ಡ್ರೈವರ್ ೧: ಬಂಪರ್ ಹಾಕಿಸ್ಕೋಡಿ.
ಡ್ರೈವರ್ ೨: ಬಂಪರ್ ಪ್ರೈಜ್ ಎಷ್ಟು?

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ರಿಕ್ಷಾ ಡ್ರೈವರ್ ಗಳಿಗೆ ಶ್ಂಕರ್ ನಾಗ್ ಬಿಟ್ರೆ, ‘ಸಂಜೆ ವಾಣಿ’ನೇ next favourite!

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Wherever I see LAKME , I invariably read it as LAKUMI.

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‘Yorkshire Weather’ since morning in Bengaluru. Perfect for Cricket, Frisbee and a long leisurely walk in the market.

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The strong yet subtle smell that surrounds you in a petty shop – a unique mix of Banana (Pach Baale), Fresh Newspapers rolled between glass bottlles, Magazines hung on thin wires, Cigarette smoke, Chikki, Chewing Gum, Modern Bread, Notebook…. cannot be recreated/ replicated anywhere!

ಪೆಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಅಂಗಡಿಗೆ ಜೈ!

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Just like a Principal peeping into a class and walking away, the sun peeped once in Bengaluru disappeared.

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After years of wear and tear, the Geometry box lid would start moving horizontally, a la Chiranjeevi while dancing! Once the Geometry box lid started acting loose, we would put a piece of paper and close it so that it sat tightly!

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Blue & White Hawaii slipper and a ‘safety pin’! Made for each other (no more)!

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I played with a short and fat scooter tyre and also a slim and trim cycle tyre… with which tyre did you play?

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Ajji calls her grandson, who is listening to his i-pod, and asks him to buy get her a new Panchanga. The boy goes to a shop near 8th cross.

Boy: Uncle, Ondh Panchanga kodi.
Shopkeeper: Ontikoppal kodla?
Boy: Bisi idre kodi.
Shopkeeper: ?!?

(Boy thought the shopkeeper was offering him tea in a cup).

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MET Dept. is getting a clearer picture on the Weather in different places through FB posts than the INSAT-1B* picture!

*FB posts are also a kind of IN-SAT…coz we sit inside and write!

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ಬಾಗಿಲಿಗೆ ಹಾಕಿರೋ ಬೀಗ ಸ್ಟಕ್ ಆದಾಗ ಗಂಡ ಓಪನ್ ಮಾಡಕ್ಕ್ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಪಡೋದು ನೋಡಿ ಹೆಂಡತಿ ಸಲಹೆ ಕೊಡ್ತಾಳೆ:
ಎಣ್ಣೆ ಹಾಕ್ ಬಿಟ್ಟ್ ಟ್ರಯ್ ಮಾಡಿ!

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While in school, doubts would crop up on a Sunday evening, a day before the exams! Some of us would study late into the night. Seeing this rare occurrence, one or the other member in the house would invariably utter this phrase: YUDDHAKAALE SHASTRAABHYAASA!

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On the last day of the exam, we would frantically run behind our seniors, asking, begging them to sell their textbooks to us, for half rate. The condition of the textbook would decide the final rate. Dirtier the book, lower the price.

By 9th and 10th std., even the GUIDES would be in demand! Remember MBD Guides (Malhotra Book Depot)!

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ಗುಂಡಾಯನಮಃ. ಗುಂಡೋಪಂತ್. ಉಂಡಾಡಿಗುಂಡ. ಗುಂಡಪ್ಪ. ಗುಂಡನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಜೋಕ್ಸು. ಗುಂಡನ ಇಟ್ಕೊಂಡು ಗಾದೆ (ಎಲೆ ಎತ್ತೋ ಗುಂಡ ಅಂದರೆ…)
ವೀ ಲವ್ ಗುಂಡ!

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ಅಡ್ಡ ರಸ್ತೇಲಿರೋದು ತಪ್ಪಲ್ಲ. ಅಡ್ಡ ದಾರೀಲಿರೋದು ತಪ್ಪು.
ಬೆಳ್ಳೂರ್ ಉವಾಚ

CRICKET LINGO – Our Days!

March 7, 2013

There were some oft used words/ phrases while we played cricket:
• Pinda ball – The ball that rolls instead of rising off the pitch towards the bat
• 1D, 2D…some amongst us used to say DIKK… – Short for declared! It actually meant that there was no need to run when the ball went towards some mori or if it hit some garage shutter.
• Joker – Can play on both sides
• Current illa – This had nothing to do with Electricity. This meant that the guy bowling needed to touch the ball to the brick (i.e. the wicket) when the fielder threw [he couldn’t have a leg on the brick and be a lazy ‘um.
• Batting side fielding illa – When there were excess people playing in a small place. This happened during holidays when friend’s cousins joined us.
• Leg side runs illa – As opposed to the previous point, this happened when there was a shortage of guys in the team. i.e. when most friends went to their cousin’s houses for holidays.
• One Pitch Out – This was considered low class. Not challenging enough. Instead of a full toss catch, even a single pitch catch was considered out. Rule ok for 1st or 2nd std kids.
• Ajji mane Out / Compound olage full toss out – There were some elderly folks who were anti-children. If the ball went to the compounds of these houses, we could as well forget the ball. They would not give it back. Hence, this rule.
• Full toss on the ‘Atta’ Six – On the other hand, there were child-friendly houses who would give back the ball with a smile and also some chakkuli, kodubale…even if the ball went into the kitchen! For such houses, if the ball went on the Atta, it meant a SIX!
• Full toss on the Garage – Sometimes OUT, sometimes six…. depended on the whims and fancy of the guy owning the bat/ the Garage!
• Khamba ‘Four’ – This was one of the boundary points. If the ball crossed the far off KEB pole, it meant a 4.
• Khali ‘site’ out – ‘coz it was full of parthenium…and we were afraid there were some busss paamb!

I am sure I’ve left out quite a few… will be great if you can add.

PILLARI GEETHE PARODY by Ramakrishna Bellur Shivaram

August 30, 2012

[Apologies for the video quality - incidentally this is the first ever video to be posted on RwB]

Parody composed and sung by: ramakrishna bellur shivaram

(lambodara)
india is one nation full of sensation
where ever you see there is commotion

(sri gananatha)
enter any place there is politics
talk to anyone & you will see gimmicks

(siddha charana)
currently there is lot of inflation
rise in prices is the cause of frustration

(sakala vidya)
backward classes want lot of reservation
ladies only want woman’s liberation

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(kundagaura)
cricket is our common religion
people following it make a huge legion

(mandara)
people are crazy about filmstars
they sit on the tree to see a superstar

(hemakuta)
our prime minister is a mute puppet
only if madam says he will read this couplet

(chandamama)
people are busy buying property
firstly they must learn to make a proper tea

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(kereya neeranu)
children daily carry heavy bags to the school
some of them don’t study and think it is very cool

(hariya)
kids feel like watching CN-POGO and everything
but parents are strict and say NO to everything!

(sri purandara)
where ever you see there is lot of competition
only if you are lucky you will get recognition

(hariya)
passing an exam is just not the only thing
everyday life is where you must achieve something

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(padumanabha)
people are only bothered
about money today
honest people are becoming
extinct day-by-day

(viduravandhya)
we see a lot of jams
we read about only scams
if you see Twenty-20
its simply wham bam

(udadinivasa)
terrorism is becoming a common thing
just like hazare sitting and fasting

(yadukulottama)
be it the house or office or parliament
wherever you see woman is dominant

(vibhishana)
national security is posing a big threat
rise in the cyber crimes are posing a bigger threat

(shubhaprada)
but the common man is ignorant of all this
because he still believes ignorance is bliss

(abhinava)
those who heard this and also read it along
will have a great life from rk now its so long!

Schools to go Digital

June 21, 2012

 Schools set to take a digital leap : The Times of India

Cartoon: RK

Also visit the Cartoon page on RwB.

Summer Holidays – A Flashback!

March 30, 2012

During my schooldays, by the time our Summer holidays started, a month of fun and frolic would have been over for my friends studying in other schools with State syllabus. When their exams got over, our school (Kendriya Vidyalaya) would still be completing the last chapters or would have just begun ‘Revisions’!

Now by the time our exams started, there would be complete chaos opposite my house, where the matches would be played or the sittings and discussions would take place – in short, opposite my house was our ADDA.

Mine being an old and small house with a huge empty space in front, which ever place you shifted base to study, it made no difference as I could hear the score after each ball. This was all the more frustrating because only my body would be in the house while my mind was on the street – I would be under ‘house arrest’, made to study forcefully! In this atmosphere, I would be made to spend one whole week. In the morning, while going for the exam, they would be playing. While coming back from the exam, I would see them pouring water over the head and still playing. Until 7 in the evening, they would be cheering and booing each other. Then they would sit till 8pm and only then go home. It was sheer torture to sit and TRY to STUDY while the main action was happening elsewhere. I was not allowed to see my favourite CHITRAMANJARI on Thursday. I prayed god (not for my exams) but for the only reason that no Rajkumar movie should be telecast on Saturday till my exams finished!

By the last day of my exam, I would have been tamed by the four letter word – EXAM. But just as we came out of the school gate, we would enjoy the 10 paise Guava, 25 paise Joy Ice Cream stick, throw stones at the Mango tree in the opposite house and eat one or two and hit each other with the rest, buy pickles from Krishna Stores or GK Stores opposite the bus stand…. Wow! We would act as if we had really achieved something great by studying, attending, writing and coming out of the exam hall intact, in a single piece!

This thought in mind, someone would suggest we ought to treat ourselves with Veg Sandwich at the nearby JB Bakery. That would be 75 paise for a double sandwich. We would have a by-two! The assistant boy whom we all knew quite well, would be more than happy to give us hot sandwiches and Dil Pasand, just out of the oven. I would suddenly feel an urge to have a Masale Dose at Agarwal Bhavan, diagonally opposite our school back gate. But sipping a Torino, I would literally feel ‘fullfilled’ in life!

We would walk near the Sankey bridge after playing some cricket inside the school – the exam pad acting as the bat. After the exams, our mind would remember just two dates – the day of the results (usually May 2nd or 3rd) and the reopening day (usually June 26th or 27th). To complete the final rites, we would bid adieu to our close friends, while tearing the exam sheets into pieces and throwing them on our year-long rivals, who would be chased out of the school front gate, only to be seen hiding near the back gate!

Back home, we would behave like KINGS! “I want Thums Up”. “I want to watch TV from start till the end”. “I want to see Rajkumar’s film in Geethanjali TODAY ITSELF, and again tomorrow!”. “I want to go to Janatha Hotel”…

On the day of the result, we would again see our classmates. Our Princi would tell us to read useful books and do some projects during summer holidays and then announce the reopening date. He would mention a couple of names and everybody would clap till the said persons would come on stage and shake hands with the Princi. Our class teachers would distribute the Report Cards (one year Pink, the other year Yellow, or Light Green or Blue) While some of us would get a stern look while receiving the Report Card, some others got a ‘Keepi tappppp’ or just ‘Gooooooood’!

Mother would start making my favourite Kobri Mithai once the results would be announced at home. She would be able to see the marks card only by late evening, when she would be slightly free after entertaining several visitors while cooking, serving and also making sweets. She would wipe her hands dry and hold it so very delicately and read every letter on the marks sheet. She would give the sweets after telling me to do better the coming year. I would say a quick “Yes, Yes” and would be more bothered to eat the sweet!

Although I never attended any Summer camp all my life, Summer would simply fly! Me and my friends would have loads of activity lined up, when we were not wielding the willow. If we got bored with Cricket, we would switch to any of these -Hide and Seek, Lagori, Soor Chand, Kings, Ghost stories, Gate-Gate or Tree-Tree, Tennis (using palms) – lines  drawn using a brick piece on the road… There would be doubles games also while playing Tennis. Some of the smashes would take the ball down to the edge of the road or to the empty site full of parthenium plants. There was also a game where we would shout, “Crocodile Crocodile, which co-lo-r dooo youuuu choose?”

When some friends would go out of station, then our dear Ajji would always pitch in by playing Chowka Bhara or Pagade with us. I have never understood how to play Ali Guli Mane – too complicated! Always had this notion that only girls were better at it.

Mango smell and mango dishes would over power you during summer. Manvinakayi Chitranna, Mavinahannu Gojju, Mavinahannu Seekarne, Mavinakayi Uppinakayi, Mavinakayi Chutney… and apart from these, just eating the raw mangoes with chilli powder or ripe mangoes till the ‘Vaate’ was bald and white was sheer fun with my cousins, who would loyally visit us every summer!

Overnight, our house would become the destination for Carrom or Chess matches. These games were, to begin with, not in my favour, as all elders would say “you are young, we’ll take you in the next match”… and that never happened. Sometimes, I felt like getting rid of the Carrom or Chess board!

Rains would have started, thus bringing end to Summer. And my friends would have already finished a month of schooling, as their classes would have begun by May end itself. I would still be absolutely unaware that it was a week into June!

Suddenly, I would have a desire to buy a new bat. I would wait for months for my father to fulfill this wish. My father would one fine day make a bat himself using some old wooden plank. An old cycle tube would be the ‘grip’! I would play with it only inside my compound, not very happy to take it out for the matches on the street, where branded SG bats would be in demand. [Only once did my father buy me a bat from a shop in Malleswaram. My misfortune that the handle and the blade got separated a week later! It would be back to the old bat.]

Rubber ball – Magenta or Red or Blue, with an ASIAD APPU logo printed on a yellow patch would be bought for two rupees from Popular Stores. Tennis ball was a rarity. Still don’t know how much one costed then (in the early and mid ’80s)! Would ask my uncle in the US to get used tennis balls when he visited. That itself was a luxury.

Having lived in a dream world for over two months, I would one day see my father dusting my old school bag – the military type – yellow color with two pockets at the front and two buckles which had sharp metal edges. I would ask him – “Can I get a new bag this year at least?” He would look at the bag once again and reply, “This bag can last till your college… and if you keep it properly, even your son can use it!”

That was enough to bring you back to this world. And that meant it was time for school!

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Will be fun if you could share your Summer Holidays flashback with me!

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NOSTALGIA on RwB

The Art of Reusing

March 17, 2012

Some of the below mentioned activities are advisable for children, some are not, while some are fine with parental guidance.

It’s time for more nostalgia on RwB. Wherever you see or read today, the one word that hits you is REUSE and RECYCLE! Just remembered a few things that we used to reuse as kids. So here goes:

Empty Cigar packs : This was between 1st standard till 3rd standard. Me and my friends dutifully hunted for used cigar packs on the footpaths, roads and near any petty shops. As soon as we got a few, we threw away the torn or soiled ones, while the OK looking ones were wiped and taken into the ‘secret production chamber’, that no parent knew where it existed! The packs were carefully made into a walkie talkie phone, which when you held in your right palm (between the index and thumb fingers facing you), would open up. The main tools used were a strong rubberband and a ball point pen (blue and red) to customise the phone to your requirements!

Any cousin or relative to visit the home would be shown the proud possession! And when they asked to give our phone for them to hold, we wouldn’t let them touch it,and we would run away to our production chamber to make some changes, lest our enemies duplicates the hi-tech phone!

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Cycle tyres : Around the same time, it was a pastime to play with thin cycle tyres (Some boys would have small and plumpy scooter tyres, which made a ‘tob-tob- noise when you hit them). Cycle tyres were quite easy to get, as the nearby cycle shop owner would happily get rid of unwanted tyres. When Amma used to send us to buy a soap or when we suddenly found a 25 paise (on the window sill, with which we bought a Double Bubble Gum), we would hit the tyre along side (either with our palms or with a smooth chota stick), and as we turned so would the tyre, which obeyed us only when we had that small stick). As we stood at the shop, we would hang it on to our right shoulder, and would be back home in a jiffy if the house was down the road! Where most of today’s cars are parked on the roads would be our rightful lane to play the Tyre aata!

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Magnets and Ball bearings : When with the cycle tyres, I remember collecting a box full of ball bearings (again this came free and easy, as there would be plenty of them lying in and around the cycle shop, some visible, some hidden in the dark soil, some shining, some black and out of shape…)

There was nothing as fascinating as seeing the ball bearings stick on to each other (similar to 3-4 people holding on to each other on a cliff, one holding the other’s leg) when a Magnet made its presence. The ball bearings would wobble when the magnet moved near it. Magnets would suddenly be in so much demand, that the round badge like things that Amma had purchased from 8th cross Rayara Gudi, and pasted on the metal window frame in the kitchen (or later the refrigerator) on which were Krishna, Rama, Raghavendraswamy, Lakshmi, Ganesha, Saraswathi etc. etc. would all be left to pile up on each other in the shelf as the magnet behind them would have been robbed!

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Coloured Glass pieces : This was a very short lived hobby. Maybe during 2nd standard till beginning of 3rd standard. When we used to play Mann-aata, we would suddenly get dark brown glass pieces, while digging. While walking to the bus stand with Amma, I would chance upon a yellow shining glass piece. I used to collect these and watch the world through them. Such a surreal feeling!

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Film Reel : Lengthy film reels would be thrown on roads, which we would collect and try to see if we could see the characters moving when we moved them really quickly. Negligible movement! Unless I found a reel with Rajkumar in it, I would not bring these into the secret production chamber. And I never found a reel with Rajkumar in it!

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Scud Missile : These were clearly during the Gulf war, when I was in 9th standard. All that was required to make the scud missile was a small wooden plank (as big as your palm), 3 small nails, a rubberband and some matchsticks. The 3 nails would be partially hit on the plank to make a triangle. Two nails would be wound by a rubberband. A matchstick would now be placed, ready to be shot. When one of the nails having the rubberband around it would become hot (due to the heat transferred by another matchstick), the scud matchstick would fly into the air, to the enemy’s camp!

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Hand made Cork ball : When in 4th standard, me and my friends spent considerable time in the summer trying to make our own cork ball. For this, we would go in search of Gobli mara / Rain tree (Acacia).

Once we collected lots of pods from the tree, we would then climb on to the parapet of my friend’s house to crush the pods (Why there? Who knows!). We would suddenly realise that Oil was missing –  so we would ask our friend Umesh to get some oil really quickly – he would sometimes get cooking oil, sometimes coconut oil. Now the grinding would start until it became a fine paste with a smooth texture. We would then make a ball, pouring oil on our hands and rolling the stuff in our hands in a circular motion. Then, it was the turn to keep the ball for drying on top of our house for a week.

After the exercise, we would wash our hands usually with 501 bar soap (used for washing clothes). However long we washed, the smell of the pods would stay for atleast for a day!

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Grandpa’s Walking stick : Every house would have a walking stick -either Thatha’s, or your father’s Kashi Yatre stick, which would suddenly be more important than the cricket bat… because the stick would turn into a hockey stick overnight!

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Magnifying glass : Commonly called Lens, we would keep it in our small pockets, take it to school, not to use it for what it is actually meant for, but to burn paper or dry leaves during Lunch break (January till March.) I think this was during 5th standard.

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Matchbox : Collecting and sharing different matchbox covers was a hobby between 1st standard and 4th standard. But by 6th standard, only men of steel would learn the trick of using the ‘striking surface’ in various ways. Firstly, we would cut the piece and paste it onto the shoe heel. A match would always be hidden, unknown to the opponent. During a face off, the stick would appear out of no where and be rubbed on to the shoe… the lit matchstick would be put off by blowing it in a very stylish way, with the eyes seeing the opponent and only the lower lip moveing (as close to what we had seen our hero doing in films!)

[Got caught doing this during SUPW class... made to paint 15 more chairs than others as a punishment]

Another use of the matchbox was to put small insects into it and release them in school / classroom!

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Peppermint cover : This was one of the earliest tricks that humans learnt. After the chocolate / peppermint is totally chewed and swallowed, the cover would be pulled tightly by both hands and held close to the lips and blown. Beginners would get a ‘tussss’ sound, First graders would get a screeching noise while the Experts would be playing with the whistling sound!

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Broom stick : Ramayana made us desperate for bow and arrow. The lucky ones would get a nice and strong stick of an unknown tree which would act as a bow while we (cursed souls) would have to be happy turning a broom stick into a bow and another broomstick for an arrow. Highly dangerous… we never managed to cause any accidents, but always heard someone tell us that some one in Rajajinagar/ Yeshwanthpura / Subramanyanagara lost an eye… we never believed it…but still we were scared of hurting each other!

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Edges of the footpath towards the road : This was where we sat after playing cricket, and drank ‘Chombugattle’ water!. We would discuss about the game, rag, tease, eat bubble gum… While playing, if the match was ‘single side fielding’, then the batting side would sit usually on a compound wall behind the batsman (Usually there is one everywhere!).

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Empty Bottles : These were used mainly during Deepavali, to light Rockets. In our days, we used to send some horizontally on the roads, what with such less vehicles.

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X-Ray sheets : To watch the sun during Grahana, we would hunt for Ajji’s Xray sheet (that she had been given after her recent visit to Jayadeva Hospital near City Market). Once we started asking for the Xray sheet, Ajji would think it was being asked to discuss about her health, and she would quickly and obediently give it, taking it out from the bottom-most part of the ‘kabbinada pettige’, only to be later told that her Xray has become a toy for the young brutes!

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Newspapers : Some of us would use newspapers for various things – to bind books, to make kites, hit flies, light the kerosene stove / hande-vole-uri, as a chart sheet to make collage, to fold and keep a piece of the newspaper under the shaking part of the Godrej bureau / shelf / almirah…

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Soap cover : After taking out the new soap bar, the cover would be opened and kept under the clothes, for a few days, so that the aroma spread across the clothes.

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Dairy Milk Foil : The aluminum foil one found in a Cadbury Dairy Milk, would be neatly kept in a school notebook, after rubbing out any crease on the foil! The metallic sound it made every time we held it was music to my ears. Even today, when I eat a Dairy Milk (which is the BEST chocolate in the world), I cannot forget how many foils I must have preserved in my childhood!

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Bangalore Press Calendar : “The empty space behind the Bangalore Press calendar was where we wrote and practiced our tables, handwriting…” father used to tell this. For me, any empty space is worthy only to be drawn. And draw was what I did behind the calendar sheets! (Good, there was no back to back printing then!)

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Old socks : This was after we came back from school, and without removing the school uniform. 6th and 7th standard. The tennis, rubber, cork or leather ball we had would be put into the socks and tied to a high beam / grill. Kept hitting the ball with SG bat to get the perfect shot, feet movement and posture!

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Used Dalda / Farex Tins :  Rangoli powder in my house, neighbour’s house, or any one’s house would all be kept in either Dalda or Farex tin only! And these tins with Rangoli would be stolen to put the crease on our pitches i.e. my house compound!

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Cleaning the comb: Bottom portion of any used Agarbathi would be used to clean the comb. Later on, used and dead toothbrushes would be used to clean the comb. Another typical sight was seeing my opposite house Ajji using a matchstick to clean her ears.

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Old Ball point pen: We would love to fix the small pencils to the bottom portion of the ball point pen and write our home work faster than normal. Got a kick out of this simple act!

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Winding the Pencil : We would twist and wind the pencil box using a rubberband and a long pencil. When left alone, the pencil would rotate, thus making us feel our pencil box is a helicopter! 3rd standard project.

Another activity was piercing the eraser with the pencil and hitting the table or the friend unecessarily, with our new tool! 1st standard assignment.

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Eraser / Rubber as a seal : We would write our initials in reverse on the ‘rubber’ and print it on our text book /note book, hands, thighs, sometimes crazily on our forehead…. thus sealing our fate literally! 2nd standard.

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Exam pad : Invariably, every boy’s exam pad (brown color with metallic clip) would be broken in at least one corner. That was because it would be used as a cricket bat after the exam!

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Cardboard in the Agarbathi pack: would be used to as a make-believe telescope…which would be used on a hot summer afternoon as we stood in the middle of the road to see if the Joy ice cream gaadi is coming or not! Seeing through it, we always believed ‘objects looked closer than they appeared otherwise’.

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Blade and Compass : To make carvings on school furniture (Some of my teachers follow this blog…so no more details)

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Tamarind seed : We would have this in our pockets anytime of the day. We would rub it on the wall or the ground and keep it immediately on the cheeks or necks of those who would annoy us.

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Notebook Cover : The hardbound covers of our previous year’s notebooks Lekhak, later Vidya Lekhak, would have the pages torn out, and the hard cover would be used as a table tennis bat.

This post has become much much longer than what I actually thought initially. If you’ve read it fully , thanks for getting till here. Hope you have enjoyed this post. Let me know even otherwise.

Power Cut!

March 9, 2012

It is that time of the year when grandparents stop watching serials and parents cease to talk loudly. There is a ‘smashana mouna’ in every house of the street. One particular room will have the light burning longer than usual. ‘Boost / Complan / Bournvita’ is supplied continuously to the victim inside the room. Mother is awake along with the victim. Ok…you might have guessed it by now – the victim is none other than the boy or girl studying for the exams.

My son has his exams from next Monday. He and his mom are academically a very successful team. Both are preparing well for the exams. Power goes. I hear my wife ask me (without raising her head from the textbook) to get the emergency lamp from the shelf and switch it on. My son just then says: Appa, why can’t we get a UPS for our house. Why only for the Comp?

I tell him: Isn’t it a great feeling when power goes when you are studying during exams?

He gives me a weird look. Gen-Y, you see! (They are called so because most of their sentences starts with WHY!)

Cut to the time when I was studying. Exam season. Power cut around 7pm… just when we have started to study “Aadhi Maanav”. And you could hear joyous sounds from many houses! (Some poor souls were cursed to say ‘Two-one-za-Two’ till 20 when there was a powercut!) We all (blessed souls) used to gather on the road, under the electric pole (which acted as wickets), to continue our unfinished game of Cricket. “3 balls 4 to win”, Vijay tells. Gopi disputes. “4 balls 3 to win… the last ball was a wide when we went.” Harish is taking strike when Ravi shouts Harish was run out in the previous over. Power comes. We hear a mom shouting – Ravi, baaro! Each one is blaming one another for the delay… the game is unfinished still.

We go back to our homes shouting loudly that during the next power cut, there will be no more arguments – match will resume at 4 balls 3 to win. Power never goes. And most of us are forced to study that night. Some amongst us were very brilliant – in the sense they hardly came out to play, while some of us were very clever – we hardly went home to study!

Honestly, some of us loved it when power went, and indulged in simple pleasures like playing cricket, antakshari, chatting, hide and seek… The only time we didn’t want a power cut was when we were watching our favourite films / programs / Cricket match on Doordarshan!

Today’s kids hardly know the difference between having power and having no power as most houses have a UPS connection. In most apartments, there is just a flicker when power goes, within no time the lights are on.

During class tests, assignments, we had the audacity to tell the teacher the next morning that due to power cut, we could not study / complete the project, and even managed to get away with the excuse! The UPS has snatched away an important excuse from today’s kids.

I sometimes feel ours is the last generation that enjoyed the power cuts (how much I prayed for one during exams). Ours is the last generation to have seen a host of things: mainly Rukavat ke liye khed hai (Adachanegagi kshamisi), Over to Delhi (Ideega Dehalige) – on Doordarshan; Enne snana on Sunday; standing in a queue in front of Ration shop at 5 in the morning for Rice-Sugar-Kerosene every fortnight; Calling the beggars roaming in the night shouting ‘Kavala Thaayi’ to take the leftover food; seeing Amma-Ajji bargain with the Steel-Paatre Saamaan fellow in the afternoon over an old silk saree and a small steel tumbler; sitting on the lawns of an illuminated Vidhana Soudha on a Sunday evening and enjoying Garma Garam Kadlekai, going to the Bank just to read the various newspapers, pressing the flat toothpaste tube with a metal stick (kept to break a coconut) and trying to squeeze out some toothpaste, taking the transistor (with a thick cover with holes) to the bathroom so that we didn’t miss our favourite song… the list is endless!

We have seen the stingy side in our parents and grandparents who tried to value even a ‘Sabeena Powder Cover’, and we are seeing today’s ‘USE n THROW’ generation. The former overvalued everything, the latter undervalue everything…. perhaps the invaluable insight we can take is that give the value each one deserves – nothing more, nothing less!

Hope I post this before the power goes! The UPS is already beeping!

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Kendriya Vidyalaya Malleswaram: Nostalgia 2

March 14, 2011


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