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Puneri Hindi

Could not resist this. The best part is, I have heard a lot of these and more!

Puneri Hindi. Matlab Pune cha Hindi

  • Pahili baar, pohne gaya to kya hua maloom? Pahile paani mein shira, Phir Poha aur baad mein buda.

  • Ghai karo Bhaiyya, Nahi to Bus Jayegi aur humaari Panchaiit hoyengi!

  • Sarbat Mein Limbu Pilaa Kya?

  • Itna Mahaag kaise re tere yahaan? Woh Kopre ka bhaiyya to svasta deta hai!

  • Kaanda kaat ke, Chir ke mast omlete banane ka, aur upar se thoda kothimbir bhurbhuraneka!

  • Arre Baba, Gaadi savli mein laga

  • Eh Bhai, Medu Wada shepret laana, sambar mein budake mat laana!

  • Kes ekdum bareek kaapo bhaiyya!

  • Khao Potbhar khao, laazo mat!

  • Dhaavte Dhaavte girya to kaadkan haat ka haad tutya..

  • Aisa karo pahile aage jao phir davikade walo aur badame phir davikade walo..

Reminiscing…

Inspired by this post by Anil and an older one of my own, I decided to list down things I miss about home (Pune)… the list is largely similar to the one in my earlier post (almost exactly a year ago), but there are now some additions:

  1. I miss the small lanes of Pune… Bhandarkar Road, Prabhat Road, Income Tax lane and all the bylanes around. Covered with trees round the year, nothing in Mumbai even comes remotely close. Well, maybe Mahim where I now live…
  2. I miss waking up to sunlight and shade of the trees simultaneously. Yes, it’s possible. No, I don’t live on the streets in Pune. No, it does not happen in Mumbai.
  3. I miss FC Road. Crowded as it may be now, it has always been the hub of activity for youngsters. I miss Vaishali restaurant… the dosa… I miss Savera opposite my college. Strangely, I don’t miss college as much as I did last year. Hmm.
  4. I miss Marz-O-Rin. The sandwiches, shakes and pastries. If you are someone who has never been there, well, go.
  5. I miss not being able to reach a hangout in 5 minutes. From anywhere! Except of course one is going from say, Hinjewadi to FC Road. Then, god save you!
  6. I miss the quaintness a small(er) town offers. I miss having the option of taking off to Sinhagad on a whim… especially on overcast days like today. Ah that drive outside the city… the crowd thinning away… Khadakvasla dam, Peacock bay and all the yachts…
  7. I miss those insane drivers who have no respect for traffic rules or anyone else driving behind/ahead/beside them. No wait, I actually have lots of them in Mumbai.
  8. I miss the University of Pune campus and the chai in the small canteen off the roads.
  9. I miss the bustle of the city. Trust me, it’s more than Mumbai in some cases.
  10. Most of all, I miss my street. The colony I grew up in. The small winding road with the ground and the trees all along the roads. Flowers falling in the rain and leaves littering the road.

I wanna go home.

Pune In A ‘Top 10’

 

Bring out the champagne, for Pune has featured in a Top 10 after a long time. This, of course, not counting the top 10 cities or whatever surveys within India.

The reason to celebrate is Pune featuring in the top 10 (at 3) of the “World’s Top Emerging Cities for Business”. The survey by Forbes, no less, pits it just above Abu Dhabi and Warsaw, but below Tolouse at No. 2. But guess who’s at No. 1? Chengdu, China.

Even in the ’emerging’ lists, there’s no respite. Perhaps this is a clear sign that anything Indian would perhaps remain #2 to China for a long, long, long time to come.

The way I know this city, there has always been potential, but the attitudes of the people, local government and “leaders” has been worse than apathetic. I love Pune, lived there for the best 22 years of my life and would give anything to see it do better. In all aspects. This is a promising start and I can only imagine how many people/agencies/associations would clamour for the credit. End of it all, those who have actually made the difference would be forgotten and the issue would be politicised.

Pune would lose again. I am not normally a nay-sayer, but I have seen this before. And I have the feeling that this would happen again. Check tomorrow’s papers and it would be made out to be much bigger than it is.

Improved Festivals

I have nothing against festivals and especially this one. I quite enjoy the music, sweets and a feeling of ‘nice’ that envelops one during this period.
But there is a fundamental difference in how these festivals are celebrated across India. In Pune, for example, I remember Ganeshotsav being the biggest followed by Diwali and then Christmas. This, of course, is in terms of public participation. There were other festivals also like the more local (or Maharashtrian) Gudi Padva and so on, but these were overall the biggest. And they still are.
In Mumbai (which is now home), every festival is just as big. I mean, when the 10 pm deadline was imposed (yes, it was ‘imposed’), on Ganeshotsav and Navratri, the hue and cry was just as big for both in Mumbai but in Pune, nobody (apart from those under 21 years of age) seemed to mind it for Navratri.

But has this meant that the festivals suffered? In a way, I feel the quality of festivities improved and the unnecessary show off that used to happen has reduced. Mind you, not much, though.

Eventually, this has been extended to midnight in Gujarat and Maharashtra and there is now a different kind of question being asked as to why a ‘Gujarati’ festival gets this leniance while a ‘Maharashtrian’ one does not. And that too, in Maharashtra. Interesting and to some extent, a valid question. But that is not for this article neither is it in keeping with the fabric of India (or Mumbai, anyways).
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Through our life, we get attached to certain things—even inanimate—that we are moved by when the time comes to get rid of them. How many times have we really wondered if these are worth the pain we feel?
Take for example a restaurant called Savera opposite my college, Fergusson. I can’t even remember the number of days/nights I spent there… now I wonder why. But one thing is for sure… I can never forget the place. Similarly, there is this regular stop on the Mumbai-Pune Expressway called Center Point where the bus stops for a few minutes for a cuppa chai! But this week, I drove to Mumbai and not stopping there made me miss it. Not that the food is great or anything, but just that it had become a part of something I did regularly. This, in fact, was what set me thinking.
So I started to think about other such inanimate things that are really important to me. The first thing that came to mind was my motorcycle… I haven’t used it in almost five months now but I still don’t want to sell it. Can’t even bring myself to think about it. Perhaps there’s too many memories associated with it… Another such thing is my backpack from college… it was a green one with brown suede at the bottom and black straps… fairly ordinary, but again, has too many memories… a look at it reminds me of the 3 years in FC and the life (carefree, mind you!) I enjoyed back then…
The list is endless and I will add to it as and when I can think of such things. Call me nuts if you will, but I think these things matter and are great.