“Kannadd Gotthilla!!” How Long??

November!! A month which begins with the proud day of Karnataka and Kannada,makes every 

Bangalorean feel he is very much in the land of Kannadigas.

Recently, I crossed my path with a group of Kannada lovers in my company who went all out to showcase their love for the language and culture.

They were too enthusiastic and proud to flash slogans about the language on their "Custom Made" tees.Click Here

This watered Arid and dry part of my brain and in no time breeded into a deluge[that's when I took out my phone and started making points ;)]

So,people who are from some other Indian state and are totally uninterested to learn or speak Kannada, this one's for you.

People who are self-centered or worried only about upbringing their culture. Please DO NOT read further, It may prove to be harmful to your health & mind.

Being too happy to be in Bangalore and claiming to own the city(like our ancestral property), some of us totally avoid using Kannada.

Does it mean talking in Kannada is being a Cheapo? This just sends a wrong message and marks a crack in our inter-state brotherlihood relation.

Now let us imagine a scenario where you want to go to Majestic from your home in Bangalore.

How will you go? Auto? Bus? your own transport?

OK lets consider Public transport.

How will you converse with the Auto driver or with the Bus conductor?

Hindi? English? or any other regional language from your state? 

OK now let us assume for a moment, all the auto drivers and bus conductors in Bangalore are of the same 

mentality as yours.

They don't want to speak or understand any other language other than Kannada. Now what will you do?

Talk to them in sign language? This was easy right. But just imagine you are lost,what would you do? 

Fine,lets drop the public transport thing.

Most of us would have their own vehicle,given the traffic condition of the city.

Imagine you are lost somewhere in the outskirts of the city and desperately in need of navigation? [SmartPhones are very handy I know, but it fails when you need it the most]

Imagine every single person whom you meet in Bangalore responds to you in Kannada or sign language.

Im sure you definitely would plan to quit Bangalore. 

With this attitude you won't get anywhere. 

Wherever you go try to respect the people, their culture and their way of doing things. 

Ofcourse, we feel it is easy to preach than to practise.

Kannada aint my mother-tongue too, but I respect it.Infact, I can converse in 7 Indian languages myself(Showoff? take it as it pleases you)

Bangalore people are not too fanatic about you using Kannada. 

They are very helpful people and try to talk to you in your language as much as possible.

They don't expect you to talk to them in fluent Kannada and learn each bit of Kannada.

What they expect is just make an effort to learn little Kannada than usual set of words ["Madi","Illa" and "Gothilla"]

Everybody in this world are proud of their mother-tongue/regional-language.Arent you?

So there is nothing wrong in Bangalore people wanting you to learn at-least little Kannada.

When people expect a place in Bangalore,a job in Bangalore what stops you from paying your debt with love?

Are we not part of a same country? So why this hypocracy?

This article is all about culture and mutual respect for any language,any place.

Lets keep every Indian language alive, lets learn rather than acting superior without it.

And for all those language lovers, I have done my bit. Have you?

So,Kannada innadru kaleethiraa?[Will you start learning it atleast now?].

If yes, Below links would not disappoint you.

New Initiative

For Facebook lovers

Online Classes

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Why is the Child in the hands of Beggars always Sleeping??

"Why is sleeping child in the hands of beggars always Sleeping? Have you ever wondered ... "

This article was recently shared by Chethan Bhagat on his Facebook Page.

The Author is unknown.

Please read…..

""Near the metro station sits a woman of uncertain age.
Women’s hair is confused and dirty, her head bowed in grief.

The woman sits on the dirty floor and next to her lies a bag. In that bag
people throw money. On the hands of a woman, asleep, is a two year old baby. He's in a dirty hat and dirty clothes.

“Madonna with baby” - numerous passers-by will donate money. The people of our kind- we always feel sorry for less fortunate.

We are ready to give unfortunate people the last shirt, the last penny out of your pocket and never think another issue.
Helping, seems like. “Good job done”...

I walked past a beggar for a month. Did not give any money, as I knew that this is a gang operated scam and money collected by the beggar will be given to whoever controls beggars in the area.

Those people own numerous luxury properties and cars.

Oh and beggar also gets something, of course “ A bottle of vodka in the evening and a döner kebab”.

A month later, walking past the beggars, as shock, it suddenly hit me….

I'm staying at a busy crossing, stared at the baby, dressed as always- dirty track suit. I realized that it
seemed "wrong", finding a child in a dirty underground station from morning to evening.

The baby slept. Never sobbed or screamed, always asleep, burying his face in the knee of a woman who was his MUM.

Do any of you, dear readers, have children? Remember how often they slept at the age of 1-2-3 years? Hour two, maximum three (not consecutive)

afternoon nap, and again – movement. For the whole month, every day of my walking in the underground, I've never seen a child awake! I looked at the tiny little man, with his face buried

in the knee of his mother, then at the beggar, and my suspicion was gradually formed.

Why he sleeps all the time? I asked, staring at the baby.

The beggar pretended not to hear me. She lowered her eyes and hid her face in the collar of her shabby jacket.

I repeated the question.

The woman again looked up. She looked somewhere behind my back, tired with utter irritation.

Her look was similar to the creatures from a different planet.

-F **k off ... her lips murmured.

-Why is he asleep?! I almost cried ...

Behind me someone put his hand on my shoulder. I looked back. A some old man was looking at me disapprovingly:

– What do you want from her? Can’t you see how hard she’s got it in her life… Eh …

He gets some coins from his pocket and throws them in the beggar’s bag.

Beggar made a hand wave of a cross, portraying the face of humility and universal grief.

The guy removed his hand from my shoulder and strolled out of the underground station.

I bet, at home, he will tell how he defended poor, distraught woman from a soulless man in a tube station.

Next day I called a friend. It was a funny man with eyes like olives Romanian nationality.

He only managed to complete three and a half years of education.

The complete lack of education does not prevent him from moving around the City streets on very expensive foreign cars and live in a “small” house with countless number of windows and balconies.

From my friend I managed to find out that this business, despite the apparent spontaneity, clearly organized.

Its supervised by begging organized crime rings. The children used are in "rent" from families of alcoholics, or simply stolen.

I needed to get the answer to the question – why is the baby sleeping? And I received it.

My friend Gypsy said the phrase, completely ordinary with calm voice that twisted me in shock, just like he was talking about weather report:

-They are on heroin, or vodka...

I was dumbfounded. "Who is on heroin? Whom – under vodka?! "

He answered

-The Child, so he doesn’t scream. The women will be sitting whole day with him, imagine how he might get bored?

In order to make the baby slept the whole day, it pumped up with vodka or drugs. Of course, children's bodies are not able to cope with such a shock and children often die.

The most terrible thing – sometimes children die during the "working day".

And imaginary mother must hold another dead child on her hands until the evening. These are the rules.

And the by passers-by will throw some money in the bag, and believe that they are moral. Helping "mother alone" …

The next day I was walking near the same underground station. I stocked up journalistic identity, and was ready for a serious conversation.

But the conversation didn't work out. But turned out the following ...

A woman was sitting on the floor and in her hands she was holding a child.

I asked her a question about the documents on the child, and, most importantly, where was yesterday's kid, which she simply ignored.

My questions were not ignored by passers-by. I was told that I was out of my mind screaming at poor beggar with a child.

All in all, I was escorted out of the tube station in disgrace. One thing remained was to call the police. When police arrived, beggar with the baby disappeared. I stood with a full sense of - “I'm trying to fight windmills”.

When you see in the subway, on the street whether women with children,begging, think before your hand climb for money.

Think about that, if it wasn't for your hundreds of thousands of handouts, the business like this would have died.

The business would die and not the children-inflat­ed with vodka or drugs.

Do not look at the sleeping child with affection. See horror… Since you're reading this article, you know now- why the child is sleeping in beggars hands.

P.S.
If you copy this article on your wall or just click "Share", your friends will read it too.
And when you decide again to open your wallet to throw a coin to a beggar, remember that this
charity could cost another child's life.