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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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rwb-aluminiumbox

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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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Memories of Childhood Injuries

May 28, 2014

Bumps, bruises, scrapes and falls are all part of growing up for an active, curious child. A child grows up after seeing and experiencing many falls. That is true of every child, myself included. A child who hasn’t fallen and injured himself or herself has not experienced childhood in its entirety.

One of the earliest injuries I remember happened to me when I was playing with an old scooter tyre. I must have been 4 or 5 then. “Tyre aata” was a popular pastime in those days, which never tired you out. We just ran around “driving” the tyre. When we wanted to go to a friend’s house, or on some small shopping errand (to buy a nimbehuli peppermint or chikki) we ran fast ‘driving’ the tyre with a small stick.  It was a thrill to run after and control  it when it went down the road. Me and some of my friends also played this in our house compound, keeping a particular route in mind.

Once while I was going round and round the compound driving my tire fast, I tripped and fell flat on my stomach. There was a deep cut on the right elbow. I cannot remember crying for it as I mostly didn’t.  The scar mark is still visible, although faintly. But I remember the fall clearly.

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Children hurt themselves mostly while running or jumping. One such incident happened to me when I was in 1st standard. This was when I was studying in Hymamshu Jyothi Kala Peetha. It was a Wednesday, which meant colour dress. I was wearing a new ‘Safari Suit’ (thanks to the left over cloth of a pant piece). The school bell rang and I wanted to be the first to cross the gate. A few  others in the class also wanted to be the first to get out. We were all waiting with our respective canvas bags, aluminium and plastic boxes. The bell rang and before we knew, we were near the gate but another friend pulled me by the collar and dragged me towards an Ayah. The next thing I saw was my “off white” colour shirt was all red and my upper lip was torn.

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Another earliest injury I remember occurred when I was probably in 2nd standard. We were playing cricket in our house compound. There were three to four stone slabs that were laid in front of the door. The slabs were not completely pressed inside the mud. There were gaps between the slabs. I was bowling from the end where the slabs were uneven. I was about to deliver the ball, I felt terrible pain in the thumb of my right toe. I fell down and saw that the nail had come out. One of the square shaped slabs was the culprit.

Childhood injuries linger in memory for a long time especially when they are deeper and bigger ones even when there are no scars to remind. A mender was a luxury. Like many of my friends, I used shaving blades to sharpen the pencil. My mother would do the sharpening most  of the times. Once I wanted t show that I too was capable of doing it and thus got my first ‘cut’ on my left thumb from a blade when I was in UKG. I immediately started sucking the finger, until it stopped bleeding.

While playing, we would do ‘first aid’ ourselves from what was found ‘at the injury site’.  We looked for some thrown matchbox – the phosphorus strip which would be torn and applied on the wound as it was believed to disinfect. We did not use the word ‘disinfect’, but it was believed to  speed up healing!  How did we know about it? Our older friends were our masters! There was some plant which we could identify but didn’t know the name. We would pluck its leaves and squeeze it hard and apply the ‘rasa’ coming out on the wound. When this plant was not found, we would even search for thrown cigarette pack paper/carton which would come in handy to remove blood from the wound as much as possible and often they would be pressed on the wound until we went home.  Some other times, we used to borrow a small amount of coffee powder to apply on the wound!  If there was a tap close to the place of injury, we would rush and wash the wound and then go home. Sometimes if there was nothing, we would apply some mud on the injury to stop the bleeding. Some applied one’s own saliva if there was a small bruise, thus licking their wounds. If the injury was small, we just continued to play.

We often tripped and fell on rough tar roads in the process of  quick running!  If I imagine that now, it gives me goose bumps. We cared for nothing.  You know, we played various games on the mud pavement, open ground or on the tar roads, from Cricket to Hide & Seek to Mara-Kothi to Soor-chandd to Lagori to Kalla-Police and what not.  All barefoot. Wearing our hawaii rubber slippers for play was unthinkable even on hot summer afternoon play!

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When I was about seven or eight, I was still learning to cycle the proper way, i.e. sitting on the seat and pedalling. Of course, first we learnt to ride “Khatri”. Only then would we ride sitting on the seat. It was summer holidays. I was still too short for the black cycle that one of my uncles had. A popular teacher at National High school, he often came to our house on his black cycle. (Even as a child, I remember me sitting next to the cycle pedal and rotating it with my left hand.) That fateful evening, I thought I was quite tall to ride his cycle. As he went inside, I took out the cycle. My legs would not reach the pedals or ground sitting on the seat. So kids our age had learnt the art of riding the bicycle standing on the pedal on left foot and using the right foot for the other pedal, through the centre triangle of bars. This required a different kind of balancing and control with the hands. At times, we had our left hand holding the handle and brake and the right hand was gripped on the seat!  So only one brake, the rear one was in use!  When I imagine this now, with me riding like this down the gradient and quite fast, I get a chill or two! Of course traffic was not an issue at all but the element of risk was, of falling down.

I pedalled up the road and while returning home I had a fall a few feet away from the gate because I recall that I had sped the last few feet. It was a nasty fall. I had scraped my left knee and elbow on the rough tar road.  It was a wide scraped wound that made my life difficult for many days.  It disappeared over the years, like many such ones did. But one scar remains. It was not from a fall, but from a protruding steel handle of a BTS bus seat.

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This happened sometime in 1981. It was usual for me to accompany my mother to any relative’s house, travelling from one locality to another in a BTS bus. We would be home only past 9 in the night, by which time I would have dozed off in the bus next to the window. One such night, as the last stop came, I heard my mom waking me up saying “last stop banthu, iliyo”. I got up and was about to get down. A steel rod cut the inside of my left  arm so smoothly that the scar can be seen even today.

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We were afraid to get injured in school.  We dreaded the burning sensation when Tincture was applied on the wound.  At home also, antiseptic lotion Dettol was kept handy with some cotton. By the way, no injury list is complete without a banana peel story. That happened to me in the late 1980s.

It was in KV Malleswaram. I must have been in 8th standard. A cold war was on between me and Suresh Mani, the shortest boy in our class. Hanuman (he is no more) also joined in the game. The previous day had seen tense moments, ‘tragedies’, enmity, friendship and reconciliation – all because of a new Geometry box that Suresh Mani had bought!  It was a Saturday. We were in Whites. The bell rang at 3.10pm as usual. Suresh Mani was already near the door to escape. Me and Hanuman chased him all around the school. He went up to the second floor and came down to the first floor and made his way towards the stage from the staircase next to the Staff room. He jumped off the stage and went towards the back gate. (It’s difficult chasing shorter fellows. They manoeuvre in the tiniest of gaps and crowds quite easily.) I turned around to see if Hanuman was there running behind me. Just when I was about to jump off the stage I slipped and fell 4 feet below the stage. Hanuman came from the front ground and told me to get up and continue the chase. I couldn’t even move as I had twisted my ankle.

Suresh Mani stood near the gate and taunted me saying “I know you are acting…come on catch me if you can”! He was rubbing salt into my wound! I did not want to give up. I shouted back to him saying “sprained my legs, I will catch you some other day… I have left you now, go.” He then came near me and asked if I was Ok. The culprit for my current state was a banana peel. I was too engrossed in the chase. Did not notice the peel at all. By 4pm, I somehow came till Agarwal Bhavan (presently where there is Printo) and fell down as I could not move. I sat there till 5pm. A passerby helped me in getting inside an Autorickshaw. My mother was already panic stricken that I hadn’t returned home. She stood near the gate. As soon as she saw me in an Auto, she came running. A cook opposite our house immediately took me in the same Auto towards Link Road Sheshadripuram, saying he knows someone who is a Puttur Bone setter. I was dead scared but had no choice. Fortunately for me, the shop was closed! We came back home. My mother called most of her friends and neighbours to be with her. They initially inquired about the incident, then they were busy enjoying the snacks and coffee my mother made. I could hear the talk getting drifted towards the increasing Telephone and Gas bills. Later in the evening, our neighbour took me in his green Ambassador to Dr.Srinivasan’s clinic in 17th cross around 7 in the evening. An X-ray was taken. There was a fracture. A cast was put. A relative of mine was extremely kind enough to pick me up from my home and drop me to school and back home on her Kinetic Honda everyday till I got back on my feet literally!

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There was an old Carrom Board on which we used to play quite frequently. A few months before he passed away, my father had redone the board, because except the heavy frame, the termites had had their breakfast, lunch and dinner of the centre board for a few days. Gradually, the frame had got worn out. Splinters had developed in certain places where the striker hit very often. During a game I had got a small one pierced by it between the left thumb skin and nail quite deep.

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I will close this post by quickly narrating two cycle stories, quite similar to each other. The cause for both accidents was over speeding. One happened in the summer of 1992 in Pune, when I was riding my cousin’s blue cycle. In order to avoid a stray dog, I turned the cycle to the right and left just a bit. Unfortunately for me, there was enough small stones on the ground which made the cycle skid and dragged me along for a couple of feet. I got wounded on my right knee and right elbow, unable to move for a few days.

The other injury happened in 1993 close to my home, a few feet down the road, when I was coming back home from school on my red Atlas ATB. I took a turn to the right towards home, and due to a lot of sand that had collected, my cycle skidded. The injury was bad because it tore my school trousers near the knee. The wound did not matter. I made sure that my mother did not get to know of the injury. I quickly cycled to 8th cross and got the torn patch on the pant darned for 8 rupees, ready for the next day.

Several injuries happened to us while playing. These days, people rush to the doctor and take a Tetanus shot whenever they get injured, afraid of consequences from it.  In our days – I’m talking of the early and mid 1980s – we used to just wash off the blood and do some home dressing.  I don’t think Tetnus was spoken about with such seriousness in my younger days. It was still a luxury. Every home had some cotton, tincture and dettol lotion for any emergency. As we came to High school, it was our PT masters, Shivanna and Satyanand Sir at KV Malleswaram who told me Nebasulf powder was good if there was any bleeding on the wound.

An injury can occur anytime, anywhere to anybody. Every injury is different from another. There are lessons we can learn from the experiences of others. Hearing the stories of others can educate and inform us.

Would love to hear your stories! Am sure there are loads of them! Over to you!

Hot Poli

April 15, 2014

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Pic: Bellur RK

A board found below Adyar Ananda Bhavan, 6th Cross, Malleswaram.

Narendra Modi LIVE speech using 3D Hologram technology (Malleswaram Grounds, Bangalore)

April 12, 2014

Narendra Modi LIVE speech using 3D Hologram technology.- This was at Malleswaram Grounds, Bangalore today evening @ 7.30pm. Feeling good that me and Srividhya CB were there in the front row!

For the first time in world’s election campaign history, an election speech was made using 3D Hologram technology thus reaching over 100 cities all over India, same day, same time. Modi thus broke his own Guinness record he had made in 2012 where his 55-minute speech was broadcast simultaneously to 53 separate locations in 26 cities in Gujarat

Modi’s speech was full of clarity and vision. He highlighted the power of the Youth and dreamt of making India a Digital India. He said: India has a very powerful 3D:

Demographic Dividend
Democracy
Demand

Some main points that Modi spoke about was on these issues affecting all of us: Education, Health, Nutrition, Maternity Care, Child Care, Solid Waste Management and Waste Water Treatment. (Full speech below)

Really felt that this man must come to power!
Ek Bharath, Shresht Bharath.
Sabka Saath. Sabka Vikas.

Namo Bharath!

Geography in Kannada Cinema

March 25, 2014

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GEOGRAPHY in Kannada Cinema
[Collage series made from Kannada film names containing geographical locations in the title]
Concept & Design: Ramakrishna Bellur

Nalli Silks Ad

March 2, 2014

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The hoarding outside Nalli Silks, Malleswaram says:
“Every wedding deserves a Nalli.” So true.

Why just a wedding, every function (auspicious or inauspicious) and every house deserves a few Nallis!

Nostalgic Cycle

June 22, 2013

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Design: RK Bellur / RwB  [Click on the image to enlarge]

NOSTALGIA on RwB:

Who said I am nostalgic?

Remember the Rasna kid?

Remember some of those ’80s ads?

Remember the old Liril ad?

’60s & ’70s: Those were the days

Lunch time @ School!

CRICKET LINGO – Our Days!

The Art of Reusing

Saturday First Two Periods: Mass PT

Summer Holidays – A Flashback!

Red-oxide flooring

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Archive for the ‘Nostalgia’ Category on RwB

ಅಂದು ಇಂದು (ರಚನೆ: ರಾಮಕೃಷ್ಣ ಬೆಳ್ಳೂರು)

June 18, 2013

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Bellur Ramakrishna’s episodes on Kannadada Kotyadhipati on Suvarna channel

May 24, 2013

RK on KK (link 1)
In this link, you can see my entry to the show ‘Kannadada Kotyadhipati’.
(My entry between 04:03 till 04:50)

RK on KK (link 2)
In this link, you can see me get through the FFF round and on the Hotseat on ‘Kannadada Kotyadhipati’.
(From 0:49:44 till the end)

RK on KK (link 3)
In this link, you can see me sing, whistle and draw on the Hotseat on ‘Kannadada Kotyadhipati’.
(Beginning till 39:02)

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Related posts:

Bellur Ramakrishna on Kannadada Kotyadhipati on Suvarna channel

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Puneeth Rajkumar in Kannadada Kotyadhipati on Suvarna channel

Lunch time @ School!

April 20, 2013

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Photos: RK/ Rambling with Bellur

Lunch time in school meant loads of fun. Lunch was between 12.10 to 12.40PM. While in Third Standard, myself, Arvind and Suresh Mani ate sitting on a small yellow stone, inside the ground, slightly away from the Back gate. Invariably there would be only two stones. Arvind and Mani would sit on them and I would have to sit on the fine red mud. That meant my navy blue shorts would become partly light blue shorts!

In Fourth standard, I don’t remember going out to eat. Most of us ate sitting in our designated places. Studious thy name was Yours truly!

In Fifth standard, our class was on the first floor. We still ate inside the class, looking out of the window. This was mainly because three teachers – Noor Fathima, Deena Ram Singh and Anwarunnissa came to our class and ate. The aroma from their huge lunch boxes were awesome! Biriyani, Palak Paneer, Veg Kurma…. All three teachers shouted at us when they ate, and felt we were BADMAASH LADKE! The reason for our noise was we played lot of BOOK CRICKET back then!

Sixth and Seventh standards were terrible. For others. Myself and Hanuman were notorious in pulling the chairs JUST before some one sat. We exchanged pencil box contents and ate from others’ lunch boxes. If we had PT period before the lunch break, that was it. We would be playing and suddenly vanish from the ground and enter the empty class. We would know who brought delicious lunch and opened their boxes. Mahim’s round steel carrier was our first target. He would bring yummy Chapati with Alu Matar, Idly Chutney, Palaav! Palaav in a lunch box those days was something very rare.

Priyankaraj was another guy whose lunch was much in demand. The presentation was what attracted us to open his box. Salad, cream biscuits, cakes, and juice in colourful plastic bottles…we loved it!

Chirag, Vinay and Ramadas would give a spoonful of Sweet Avalakki or Rice Bhaath. A spoonful of good food would only make us want more of it!

Myself and Hanuman would fight while eating others’ lunch boxes, as if it was ours. We would leave just a little hoping that we would not be caught, and ALSO out of humanity.

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Arvind’s mom used to bring piping hot food for him everyday just before lunch break. Some of us, foodies in the making, envied this. We already knew the value of hot food! She would always take him to one corner of the Stage (on the Back Ground), and spread a pink towel on the floor. Arvind would be ready with hands washed. She would hand him the Happala and open the first steel container with Anna, next with Saaru, and third with either Majjigehuli / Kootu. Curd rice would be ready in a separate box topped with pickles. We would be playing nearby, and keep an eye on Arvind’s progress. We would only wish we were as fortunate as K. Arvind!

Some boys and girls from north would ALWAYS bring thick Chapati with alu/ baingan. One or two from the neighbouring naadu would only bring curd rice with pickle. Some would bring food wrapped in an aluminium foil. Sometimes, they would force us to have a bite, seeing our food fetish. We would ask for another bite, and they would start giving gaalis! Some would be very tough and not share even a morsel with anyone, nor would they ask for a bite.  They would be despised by the foodie group.

Sometimes, some of our classmates would be ill, and sit inside the class during PT period (before lunch break). We would hate it. We would try to send him/her to play or threaten the person of dire consequences if he/she complained. Later we would forcibly give them a small bite, so that they would keep mum.

So lunch time in Sixth and Seventh meant more of play time, as we would have finished lunch. My lunch depended on my mother’s health. She was a class apart in whatever she made! (that’s another post)

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L-R (kneeling): Parashuram, Gopal, Vinay, Arvind, myself, Praveen, Vijay
L-R (standing): Kalyan Srinivas, Preetham, Sridhar, Ramesh, Vivekananda, Priyankaraj, Mahim, Chirag, Hanuman, Manalan, Suresh Mani

Eighth standard was when we ate sitting on the 18th cross Bus stand Wall. Once, while sitting and eating Dose, an eagle snatched away my green plastic box, only to be dropped empty minutes later.

In Eighth, we would also go out once a while for JB Bakery Bread toast (75 paise each), Agarwal Bhavan Masale Dose and Krishna Stores Pickles/ Nimbehuli peppermint (5 paise). Everyday after the school at 3.10pm, we would haggle with the guy selling Guavas and Mangoes. When we didn’t have money, we would act as assistants to the Guava guy in smearing salt. We hoped he would be impressed with our services, and give a guava/mango piece for FREE!

The Kulfi selling guy was dark and lean, always with a blue checked lungi. 25 paise for Kulfi and a Bread toast was too costly for us. Those days, to collect 1 rupee, it took days.

By Ninth and Tenth standards, some guys had lost the thrill of lunch time, as they had already started worrying about Life after 10th, +2, LIFE after SCHOOL! But some of us still were as bindaas and careless! We used to start having lunch right from the first period. And the entire row would be partners in crime.

Once during Vijayal’s class, she caught me chewing gum. She always addressed me (quiet correctly) as Paramahimsa! The reason she caught me was, she sat on the teacher’s table, and had a good view, (moving her neck  like the jimmy jib camera) of the ongoings ‘under-the table’!

Well it’s lunch time now! Got to go and have lunch from MY box!

Would be fun to know your lunch time stories!

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