Hinglish….

I heard a lot about English vinglish movie but never got a chance to watch inspite of me having brought the CD few weeks back. Last week I forced myself to see this movie and I loved each and everything in the movie. First thing I liked is Shashi and her simplicity and I feel some where I can associate myself with her….. Each and every scene revolves in my head even after one week…

I come from a school where Hindi was spoken in the class…it’s only English and Science teacher who spoke English in the class and  I used to wait for the class to get over, little did I know that English is must when you go out of the school…Social was in Hindi…PT teacher spoke in Hindi…Yoga teacher gave instruction in Hindi….SUPW teacher spoke in Hindi….Hindi was spoken in the class, among friends….I remember we used to switch into broken English when we sew our Principal.

Husband always says why you give so much importance to English…no one will make fun of your English….But they were people who used to make fun of my English in my post graduation days…That determined me to learn speaking English…once a friend of mine told me not to stop speaking English because you are making mistake while talking. I learnt spoken English after I started working and it gave me more confidence.. any ways I won’t bore you all with my story.

I liked her determination to learn English that too in a foreign country..going alone for the classes without any support from her family…some may say it is impractical to go alone in foreign country all by yourself…Believe me it is tough back home to go alone but here in west it is not all tough…everything is self explanatory…you don’t need any support or help from anyone….You have google maps to locate the place and you have public transport to commute any where without any fear…..I commuted alone here without husband or anyone’s help…I had google maps on my phone, city map and bus schedule in my hand which helped me in commuting. One day I will write how I reached Toronto downtown all by myself changing two buses and taking a train for my first job interview….i will always cherish that day and the aunty who helped by giving me her train schedule, informing me that she will pick her schedule on her way back to work next day…

And also I loved the communication between Sridevi and the French guy….Language is not a barrier if one has to express themselves. He understood what she spoke in English and she understood what he spoke in French..

Loved the last part too…When her husband tells everyone at the function that sridevi can’t speak English and Sridevi gets up confidently asking her husband MAY I….

The thing I didn’t like is the daughter character….I don’t think any child will talk to their mother….Sometimes varu corrects my English, I don’t see any expression on her face…I used to correct my mother I never said any harsh word to her…

So guys and girls who missed watching this movie I strongly recommend you all to watch this movie…it’s better late than never. J J

PS: Title = Hindi + English

 

4th March 2002…

I met him just twice before my marriage. Mom said she liked him and you get married to him, you know i was very obedient daughter then. I know how much my mom struggled to bring up her three daughters alone. I had full faith in her. I was more confident on my mom then on myself. What ever she does will be better for me. Very girl or a matter everyone has a choice to select their spouse but we both didn’t select for ourselves, it was his mother and my mother who selected for us.

He came very reluctantly to see me at my house. He was reluctantly to come to my house because he didn’t like the idea of parading a girl in front of her future husband and in-laws. Constant pestering by my would be m-law forced him to accept my mom’s invitation. He came with his brothers and mother, he didn’t look directly to me. Had my mom changed me with some other girl i bet he wouldn’t have notice that the bride has been swapped. He told his mother that i am coming for the first time and the last time. If i am going to the girl’s house it means i am getting married to that girl if she likes me, because he hates parading a girl for the marriage.

Next day i went and applied for leave in my office. Everyone was stunned and were worried, as the groom lives in gulf and had my mom took the right decision of getting me married and leaving my banking career. Sometimes when i look back that day was a big turning point in my life and my career. I left my career and left hyderabad. From that day onwards i was like a visitor to my own place. I never lived in hyd for more than three years after 2002. But i don’t regret i am with my small and happy family.I do miss my mom terribly.

Marriage was fixed just in a day and next week  we were couples. Apart from mom it’s my elder sister and b-law who played a major role in getting me married. Thanks K and A for supporting me…you both have a big place in my heart.

Its been 11 years of togetherness and wishing both of us a happy marriage anniversary. Thanks R for been a wonderful husband, bearing my tantrums  and my mood swings. And i know you can never express yourselves. I have grown up with you since last 11 years and hope next year i don’t remind you of our anniversary.:D 😀 😀 😀 😀

Image courtesy google images.

Here I Am

Life sometimes showers us with surprises.Never thought i will be on my own in a different country where everything is new.New surroundings,new people,new house,new rules and regulations and endless new things…..

Sometimes life leaves us with very little choices.Never thought of going out of hyderabad leaving my immediate family and that too my mom.Dubai was  quite near to hyderabad it was just 4 hours flight where as the place i am living is 16 hours journey.We sleep and my mom gets up.So my early morning starts with talking to my mother,i talk to her everyday and don’t know what all the topics  we cover and when we hang up the phone i miss telling a thing or so.

Came here with lots of sweet memories and life doesn’t always leaves you with sweet memories,it gives sour and bitter memories too.Trying hard not to recollect those sour and bitter memories but sometimes they just pop up from no where.

The transition from there to here as been smooth expect for pinky she is yet to accept the change.I was under impression that it is she who will accept the change soon but i am wrong.Varu has embraced  the change and i can see a confident little girl mingling with new people, new surroundings etc with a smile.The best part she likes is going to the library.She tries to carry books more than her weight.

Pinky is becoming very patriotic, she says to me amma you are a bad girl,you don’t like India that’s why you brought us here.I love India,i want to go back.More than India she misses my mom,the most pampering granny i have every seen.I know i was hard on her leaving her alone in the house the night i left Hyderabad but i made a promise to myself that once we are settled here i will bring her for ever to be with us.

Btw i didn’t mention where i am,i am in Canada.

Hope to come back to blogging……