i hav neva been a pigeon caged. ryt from ma birth i hav been a hell lotta places, seen a rainbow of ppl, been thru a summersaultin experiences of joy n disgust, played da part of a ametuer damning frivolous customs n da wisdom personified in making compromises, been in love n made sm amazin frenx. deres absolutely nothin more ne1 can aspire fr, in order to b wise while xperiencing new ppl. at da height of it all i was picked by ma tender legs n thrown away in da plc i am nw[hehe, no offence to da plc i am ryt nw]. n believ me if i cud b in such places m sure i wont mind stayin newhere in ma future.
one thing i hv learnt frm my experience so far s very crucial. i can sum it up in one line[ dat is if it fits..]in 2de's world, u jus cant tk a pic of a place n say dis s Orissa, or West bengal, or Mumbai. nothin or nobdy can represent a complete state or country. bt dis thot s wat s playin hide n seek in my mind. wen i c shiv sena in da news makin all da news n suddenly australia n pakistan n all da world s tain notice of dis shity crap herd of pigs[ thank god m nt a celebrity huh!!!] i feel hw meek n hapless v r. i am...
lucky r ppl who manage to b at deir birthplace fr a real long tym. fr me it was smthing i was tot since my birth to answer ma birthplc as bhilai,chattisgarh even tho as a sml kiddo i dn hv many memories in ma mind oder dan da moments de froze me n i gav a cute look at dose amazingly weird lenses. learnt telegu in vishakapatnam widout havin it as my course subject, learnt bengali as a course subject wich i struggled crawlin past da pass mark, learnt pure hindi in bokaro. well mumbai didn teach me ne language bt it did teach me so many oder things n nw dat i am in durgapur i realize da world s aftrall round!
few des bak i went to restaurant to order fr sm dish. confident dat i still hv da touch of da xquisite bengali i had durin dose 7 long years in durgapur in da past[ even did a bengali drama in a live stage!!! oh, who says being proud s a crime!!! chuk it, i am!] i opened ma mouth to speak. lik sm1 had pushed tar dowm my throught, i felt choked. i babbles smthin in bengali. da gracious person understood bt it was den i realized hw things change.few more des here n i wud mess ma little bit oriya i hav learnt in one year. ppl feel m a oriya-wannabe goddammit.hehe....wen i used to mingle sambalpuri oriya in hmm...[wat do i call dis oriya den!!! ok..if dis s pure oriya i mingle it wid sambalpuri oriya i speak at hm], smiles flashed wide in da faces around me. i felt cute to makin oders smile, i felt abused at my orientation, i felt as a martyr fightin languages...
well as fr me i wud make do wid english, hindi n cruked versions of few languages[ few des n ll master it n u cn dare me at dis!] bt dis s nt da issue. da issue s abt da pre-conceived notion in few ametuer minds abt da validity of a person in a state based on da languages he/she noes. hw far can v blame parties lik shiv sena if v dn hav strong principles ourselves. i noe ma words dn mean a thing bt i hv been welcm wid open arms whereva i hv gone bt it sure s jus a person's experiences. dere r many more!!! n things r changing...wen hv v eva seen debates on languages aftr da partition. v jus cant club all ppl in one n say de r so-n-so.
a special thanx here to all da amazing ppl i hv encountered in da past n toleratin my hybrid forms of deir mothertongue wid a smile. bt frankly i wish ma oriya doesn improve ne more dan wat s imperative cuz i don wanna be a jack of all languages n den, more importantly hp u ll rem'ber me fr da hybrid forms i spoke ryt?
