The National Language Ambiguity December 21, 2008

Well i happened to board Navjeevan Express about 15 minutes before its scheduled departure of 9:35 AM. Since it was day time and as the train traversed through Andra Pradesh for most of the day i could see a lot of  Andrites occupying seats illegitimately in reseerved compartments.

Mine Happened to be a upper berth while a Gujarati Seth occupied the opposite one. This fellow happened to know only Gujarati and Hindi. While a telegu family was negotiating with him for a place to sit till the next stop where they would disembark. Well, since the fellow didn’t understand “Their” English they happened to change the language of conversation to Hindi. This was were the fun began.

The girl who had been negotiating was not that fluent in Hindi. Thats what i would call Thuuti-Fhooti Hindi. This was what she told the gujarati, “Ham Gudur aane se train se gir jaenge” (We shall fall from the train ones it reaches Gudur-the next stop) while what she should have told was “Ham Gudur……….train se uttar jaenge”

The gujarati happened to be dreading and felt as if it was he who would have caused the death of the family

Traveller’s Tales December 21, 2008

I happened to be travelling a lot since my vacation started due to various reasons. So, i thought, “Why not tell my experiences to people who read my blog ? “

So, here they are now in this new section: Traveller’s Tales

One of the most funniest and interesting of them all was my journey to Ahmedabad from Chennai on the 6th of December by Navajeevan Express. Since it happened to be the anniversary of The Babbri Masjid demolision i happened to witness the thickest of the security cover provided at Chennai Central and Egmore. The latter i happened to witness as i had come to Chennai from Trichy that morning.

At Egmore baggage from frisked like never before. I was asked to open my bag and declare what i was carrying which after verification was given a clumpsy approval by way of a small sticker that was adamant enough not to stick to my bag (Which you i shall know later on). Well the lady constable who did this clumpsiest of the jobs told me,”You might have to open your bags again if you happen to lose this sticker.”

Since i had to take the suburban trains to reach Chennai Central i also happened to lose that sticker. Well i considered that normal as i saw a pool of those lying around me in the station premises. As i was told, i was asked to follow the same protocol at Central too before entering. But, this time i happened to preserve the sticker inside my bag by removing it from the surface.

This seems to be a long one. The funniest is yet to come!