Language...not a barrier

Never has it been and never could it be a barrier...

now i believe language does not dissect the regions simply because of a live example in the form of my close friend...though we both are south indians (there are still too many languages here), we are from two different regions...relatively since i grew in the same state as her, i knew tamil but we have always communicated 90% in english and 10% in tamil...she is a music buff, loves to sing and has a great passion in identifying some cool songs...like a trendsetter...we follow her lead, listen to the song and obviously end up falling in love with it...

Just too many in western/tamil (she loves classical but that she would not force on us)...one fine day, she tells me "hey, i love this song, you got to hear it" and i wait patiently for her to mention another english beat that would add on to my favorites (contribution mostly from her)..."that thing you do" to recent "accidently in love"...in her usual quirky way, she starts humming it...by now am not sure and patiently await for her to wake up from her trance and state the name of the song...but guess what, it sounds like an indian filmy song...well, i still keep thinking, probably hindi/tamil...then she says, "can you identify it?" and i see stars...she keeps saying its the movie khadgam...still i cant figure out which language it is, cant blame me, most of the words are common across languages...few more clues "sonali bendre?", "song shot in abroad?", "love song?" and unfortunately i still cannot figure out... finally she loses patience and says, "its a TELUGU song".


"WELL, How did my friend ever hear a telugu song and what did she understand to add it to her favorite list...being a telugite, i could not even figure this cool song"...i promise to find the song's name and hear it...i did that, the song was beautiful and amazing lyrics (mushy, but we are girls:) )...i fell in love with it...I asked her, "how did you decide its good and romantic?"...she says "the rhythm, music and emotions in the video convey the meaning...you do not need to know the meaning of the words":)

I realized my friend just did not contribute yet another song but some valuable initiation of thought process...yes, it sounds like a very simple and normal day to day interaction between friends but i did realize that so called barriers laid by society in form of caste, language, culture disappear when its all about rhythm and emotions...RIGHT?

Etched forever and ever...

I started off from my maternal uncle's place just when it started drizzling and i can hear my relatives saying, "hold on, take an umbrella or let us drop you"...i shout back saying, " i would reach home even before it starts raining, dont worry, and anyway its worth walking now than in the hot sun"

I do not wait to see their reactions because i know they would not let me walk in the rain...i hurry up towards the temple across the riverbank where my parents stay in the village...on the way, everybody near their doors offer to drop me or hold me back saying, "you will get drenched"...i would not miss this chance to enjoy the moment and i say again, "i would reach even before it starts pouring, dont worry".

Now i have reached the bridge that i need to cross to reach home...In my hurried attempt to walk, I didnt notice the houses till now but vast openness of the river bank with just sand surrounded by hills in the distance distracts me from my pace...I slow down and stroll by enjoying the view...nothing exemplary could define the way i felt when i saw it...Imagine grey clouds dominating the sky with promises of heavy shower and shadow descending on the earth whereforth the sun was blazing with its scorching heat...just gloomy...but amidst those hills, the sun shines on only one illuminating and so green amongst the other grey hills...I do not know if its common phenomena but for me it was a moment of divinity...I just stood there, no idea how long in the rain, watching the luminous hill with its breathtaking surrounding...I felt hopeful, happy and peaceful to know that i can stop my world for a moment to take such a respite...life, after all, isnt such a drudgery...

Then i hear my uncle, horning and shouting my name, " What is wrong with you? why are you grinning like an idiot in the rain? ". My uncle would be perplexed if i show him the view since its common for them being surrounded by nature.

I just replied, "Dont worry, i will reach home and it still isnt pouring" and ran towards home with the same idiotic grin.