To whomsoever it may concern.
Disclaimer : this was written with no intention to hurt any sentiments dead or alive.
If your first language isn't hindi, you might need a dictionary.
Ok college over, as well the long wait of landing my first job in hyderabad, I stepped out of the railway station, it was a cold morning. I was too early, earlier than expected like a man's leak during coitus. So as expected I was flooded with auto rickshaw drivers and a racial slur which I was not expecting at all, they all called me "randi" . In just a few minutes in hyderabad I was called a randi , I know have had that rather ironical comic abuse back home in UP, but this was coming from people I didn't even know. Frankly I was appalled and angry followed by a miniature scare what if he really takes me to a brothel and treats me the other way around. But after an ephemeral period it made sense when I met my old school friend Kartik and realized that he (the auto rickshaw driver) was just asking me to come (and not cum), to the auto rickshaw and gradually I settled.
Then a month down the road I kept getting calls on my docomo number , and my friends from the non telugu speaking part of the world accused my phone's service provider of abusing them incoherently. I swear I am not lying that the docomo machine spurred "ma randi" and everyone was a little pissed, because in telugu the hot and sexy teller machine wanted people to join her and receive impeccable service from tata docomo.
Things were falling into place, I met more telugus who talked about brinjals and biscuits as if they were cursed or something.
And also every exclamation was marked by a cry to our beloved father "abbaaa" , no wonder these people love their families so much.
And now, 2 years later I still get cracked up on hearing the words like "randi" and "denge". It may be next to impossible to read these hot jalebis (telugu letters) but I am catching the language now and you know what I am loving it. I feel like I am a sailor exploring new things everyday in this vast sea of Hyderabad. And here is to more times like above and a bag of memories and conversations as my incorrigible handbag.
Kudos to all telugus, your chicken biryani is hotter than you people, sorry :)
Disclaimer : this was written with no intention to hurt any sentiments dead or alive.
If your first language isn't hindi, you might need a dictionary.
Ok college over, as well the long wait of landing my first job in hyderabad, I stepped out of the railway station, it was a cold morning. I was too early, earlier than expected like a man's leak during coitus. So as expected I was flooded with auto rickshaw drivers and a racial slur which I was not expecting at all, they all called me "randi" . In just a few minutes in hyderabad I was called a randi , I know have had that rather ironical comic abuse back home in UP, but this was coming from people I didn't even know. Frankly I was appalled and angry followed by a miniature scare what if he really takes me to a brothel and treats me the other way around. But after an ephemeral period it made sense when I met my old school friend Kartik and realized that he (the auto rickshaw driver) was just asking me to come (and not cum), to the auto rickshaw and gradually I settled.
Then a month down the road I kept getting calls on my docomo number , and my friends from the non telugu speaking part of the world accused my phone's service provider of abusing them incoherently. I swear I am not lying that the docomo machine spurred "ma randi" and everyone was a little pissed, because in telugu the hot and sexy teller machine wanted people to join her and receive impeccable service from tata docomo.
Things were falling into place, I met more telugus who talked about brinjals and biscuits as if they were cursed or something.
And also every exclamation was marked by a cry to our beloved father "abbaaa" , no wonder these people love their families so much.
And now, 2 years later I still get cracked up on hearing the words like "randi" and "denge". It may be next to impossible to read these hot jalebis (telugu letters) but I am catching the language now and you know what I am loving it. I feel like I am a sailor exploring new things everyday in this vast sea of Hyderabad. And here is to more times like above and a bag of memories and conversations as my incorrigible handbag.
Kudos to all telugus, your chicken biryani is hotter than you people, sorry :)
