The last time I had read Hindi was when I was in class 12 and believe me it was torture for me then too. Now don't think that I'm a hater of our national language - I love it and Prem Chand's Gaban is one of my favourite Hindi novels (the only 1 I ever read), but I can prove my love for Hindi - I'm an ardent fan of Hindi films.
Despite being a Malyalee, at home we have always talked in Hindi, I married a guy who's mother tongue is Hindi, so I'm no hater.
Then you might wonder what was the trouble? Well the trouble is my version of the language is rather distorted one of the side effects of living in Bombay. Here is what some people have to say about my Hindi
The best friend Amrita Singh - "Arch, when you speak in Hindi it feels as if someone opened a gutter. So please do me a favour and speak to me in English." (I understand her disgust she's from Delhi, so naturally she has to hate the Bombay Hindi)
F.Y. I - I love giving excuses.
The husband - "Your Hindi is CUTE, (creating unneccsary trouble everywhere) the ones who criticize it are just jealous they aren't as cosmopolitan as you." Proof he loves me.
The Aunt - "Nonesense and good for nothing" (No comments)
The Dad - "Your Hindi is better than your mom's" (BTW my mom only knows one sentence in Hindi 'bhaisahab kya time hua' she lives in Kerala)
The Teacher - "Did you ever learn Hindi at all"
Coming back to who do I agree with? Of course the Husband after all I'm a 'pativrata nari'.
2 comments:
Hindi, hehehehehehe, you know what "Be ur self " funny or cosmo nothing can change you:*
ha..ha..ha i just cudn`t stop myself frm laughing when i read what u wrote abt yr moms hindi...that she knows only 1 sentence in hindi"bhaisab time kya huwa hai?"[:d]
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