The Un-acceptable North Indian
India as we all know is (or supposed to be) a country where we live.
Perhaps! But, a person migrating to the southern part (at least for Bangalore) of India would be (should be; rather) forced to take something like IELTS or TOEFL (for SOUTH INDIAN LANGAUAGES) before he did so.
A person coming from India and settling in 'South India' has to face unprecedented problems of language. Yes, thats what I felt 12 months ago. The very face of Bangalore tells you that you are in a different country. The food, the people, the culture, the language and even the climate is not Indian (or as any South Indian would say "North Indian").
I had been a state hopper (quite ethically a gypsy in modern form of an old fashioned word) and stayed in various different states, but after dropping in Bangalore my perceptions have changed.
The inhabitants who throng the so-called southern part of the country would rather be dumb than accept what has been proclaimed as the "National Language" of the country. They don't even care if it is an insult to it. Somehow they wont speak Hindi. Somehow they don't know it either. Somehow even if they do, they disagree to understand the language when spoken to.
Generally speaking, a cream and educated population understand this and be as 'Indian speaking' as possible. But the general mass (comprising of bus conductors, cab drivers, shopkeepers, market sellers and the entire bunch of stubborn idiots who are important for public utility services) prefer to remain uneducated and justifyingly plan to manage with 15 English words (10 being numbers) or keep uttering Kannada even if the person spoken to cannot understand.
Everything including, bus numbers/destinations are scribbled in the staunchest Kannada script with no sub-titles in English or Hindi making the "unacceptable North Indians" highly dependable to the haggards and vulnerable in terms of money and verbal fights.
The cab/auto drivers don't prefer to listen to you as well. A generic example would be; they would keep driving even if told to stop (in Hindi) and take you unnecessarily far from where you intend to stop. The shopkeepers would fool you or make a fool of you by quoting unusually high prices just by a look at your face.
Even if the above discussion was not enough. The so-called 'friend' or 'colleague' would often jump to their vernacular even if the discussion was about official issues. This happens when the so-called "unacceptable North Indians" are out numbered in a group. To make things worse they would often burst in laughter when they understand that you are feeling shunned.
Sometimes we hear senior citizens in the bus complaining about "These fellows (pointing to the same unacceptable North Indians) have spoilt our language and culture". Quite strangely they seemed to know English in all such occasions, I have heard.
As natural as being in some new country, I discovered here people don't celebrate 'Holi' and neither do encourage for the same. Most offices are schools remain open for work and there is no specific celebration seen anywhere. Another event; at the death of a local hero (quite amicably accepted as GOD) called 'Raj Kumar' was mourned and the mourning forcibly thrashed upon un-acceptable North Indians. The entire day I had to spend without food for mourning as all shops and public/private transport were closed.
So what ????
It is often easy to associate being in Bangalore as being outside India.
Thankfully though, we have some very high profile shopping malls and public transport services which try to adjust these features a bit. But these remain unreachable to the underpaid employees (including software engineers) of the so-called "reputed" business organizations, who don't care to bother about the social status of its nuts-and-bolts. The filtered services are far from, to be called "available".
The point which mostly goes un-noticed is:
The so called "unacceptable North Indians" add to a huge amount of state revenue by paying taxes (sometimes through their noses). In return a mere acceptable quality of treatment remains costly.
It shouldn't be quite a surprise if one fine day we have to sit for TOKFL (Test of Kannada as a foreign language) or something like that.
[I am highly thankfull to Sarvadnya Mutallik & a couple of holy souls like him, who understands these points. Without friends like him I couldn't have existed in here]