Was on a trip to the wholesale market at Hubli yesterday to pick up stuff for our school.
We usually take one of our school auto guys on our wholesale market adventures. We'd just about finished one phase of our roaming in the gallis and were about to board the auto to get to another area, when I spied these corrugated waves from the corner of my eye and exclaimed, "Chandruavra, onda minute tadripa! Id ond photo tagond barteni..."
Chandru was like, "Saak bidri Varsha Ma'am, eig aagle ishtakonda tagondiri alla! Saak aagillenri? Inna angdig byare hogudaiti! Mattha late aadra Rose Ma'am shittigyeltaar nodripa"...!
Before he could complete his sentence, I was already there in front of the construction, training my camera for the right angle... A few clicks and I hear a loud bellowing voice... "Yey! Yaaradu! Photo YADARD tagolakhattiri??!! YAAAK tagolakhattiri"??!!
I peel my eye off the lens and train it towards the boom, and there I see a portly man in white paijaamas and banyan, right hand pointing at me, left hand stroking his just filled rotund belly, mouth full of red paan juice (Now sputtering out in all directions) as he continued bellowing at me, repeating the same questions...
I stood where I was without moving an inch, now clutching on to my camera like never before and brought on the best smile I could have ever managed.
He was the supervisor who stayed in the little house in the littler galli beside this huge construction that was gonna turn into another shameless copy of a mall from Bengluru, the city of deams... And, this Mall was the dream of one of the local politicians who was inspired on one of his many jaunts to B'luru...
It took me fifteen whole minutes to convince him about my hobby and my creative intentions. But he was hell bent on wanting to know what I would do with pictures of these TAGADIN SHEET! And more worried whether I was a reporter. So it was like, "Madam mattha yaav paper nyag haakudillallri?
Nimm kud mattha byare yarana bandaaryenri? Maal nyaaga construction nyaaga yenu lafda illripa! Yella saaf aiti nodri"...!
I almost split my sides trying to control my laughter. There have been many a times that I've been mistaken to be a representative of the press, but this time it was simply hilarious!! :)))
We usually take one of our school auto guys on our wholesale market adventures. We'd just about finished one phase of our roaming in the gallis and were about to board the auto to get to another area, when I spied these corrugated waves from the corner of my eye and exclaimed, "Chandruavra, onda minute tadripa! Id ond photo tagond barteni..."
Chandru was like, "Saak bidri Varsha Ma'am, eig aagle ishtakonda tagondiri alla! Saak aagillenri? Inna angdig byare hogudaiti! Mattha late aadra Rose Ma'am shittigyeltaar nodripa"...!
Before he could complete his sentence, I was already there in front of the construction, training my camera for the right angle... A few clicks and I hear a loud bellowing voice... "Yey! Yaaradu! Photo YADARD tagolakhattiri??!! YAAAK tagolakhattiri"??!!
I peel my eye off the lens and train it towards the boom, and there I see a portly man in white paijaamas and banyan, right hand pointing at me, left hand stroking his just filled rotund belly, mouth full of red paan juice (Now sputtering out in all directions) as he continued bellowing at me, repeating the same questions...
I stood where I was without moving an inch, now clutching on to my camera like never before and brought on the best smile I could have ever managed.
He was the supervisor who stayed in the little house in the littler galli beside this huge construction that was gonna turn into another shameless copy of a mall from Bengluru, the city of deams... And, this Mall was the dream of one of the local politicians who was inspired on one of his many jaunts to B'luru...
It took me fifteen whole minutes to convince him about my hobby and my creative intentions. But he was hell bent on wanting to know what I would do with pictures of these TAGADIN SHEET! And more worried whether I was a reporter. So it was like, "Madam mattha yaav paper nyag haakudillallri?
Nimm kud mattha byare yarana bandaaryenri? Maal nyaaga construction nyaaga yenu lafda illripa! Yella saaf aiti nodri"...!
I almost split my sides trying to control my laughter. There have been many a times that I've been mistaken to be a representative of the press, but this time it was simply hilarious!! :)))
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