visiting a foreign country where your native language is spoken but not indigenous is an interesting experience. it’s like lending a someone a camera .. the mechanics of its use are the same but the product are different. you know what it’s capable of, but the resulting product brings a few surprises. this is how i felt about english in bangalore.
i found this land ownership sign along outer ring road, where my company’s office is located. these signs were everywhere. a few things about this particular sign struck me. first was the contrast between the english words and the indian name. second was the land on which this sign is posted. like most unused plots of land here, it’s mostly flat and very dusty, the front edge has piles of trash, and the rear usually is home to squatters. people live in these concrete brick boxes or even tents.
the reddish-brown color of the dirt here became the underlying color of everything – my the buildings and signs, the air i breathed, my shoes, and my clothes. southern india certainly has a certain color palette of its own.
i was also crazy hot while i was there. mid- to upper-nineties every day. for three weeks. i was so glad i packed mostly shorts.
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