Apan hyanna pahilat ka?

Does it ever happen to you? Like you are in a middle of a very busy day, hands are moving, mind is thinking but something feels terribly amiss?? It’s happening to me! Just right now, as I am writing this..something seems wrong, say like a fully-clad mallika sherawat...or worse like a politician with no criminal record! :-0

I mean, jus some time back, i finished watching a movie, went to the mess..cursed the food, had bournvita milk, lost a badminton game (17-15) and argued with a friend on Dhoni Vs Tendulkar (more like Ranchi vs Mumbai) and then just as I enter my room, I suddenly feel all gloomy. I check my mica inbox and even the prospect of no new assignment mails doesn’t cheer me!!

It’s been a long time that I actually cursed someone in Marathi. English? Yeah, just 15 mins back. But Marathi? Positively no.

Kai maha-nalayak ahes!
Kiti neech ahes!!
Tujhyamule majhi S.P. (Samajik Pratishtha...duh!!) down hotey!!
Kai maaz aahe!
Laeee bhaari!
Mandal aabhari aahe
Le....
Laee beshtt!
Tujhya nanachi tang!
Tu itka kasa re dha??

Aaargghh!! I am dying to say these to someone out loud!! Sadly my roomie would just remove her headphones and ask, 'You said something kya?' and I would politely say, 'No, no ..its nothing'
I want to speak in Marathi..I want to bitch in Marathi..coz somehow I have realised that one can show happiness in English, but sadness and anger are best vented out in your mother-tongue.
He scolds me a lot when I use foul language..I know, it so spoils his dream of me being a 'shalin, kulin, changlya gharatli sanskaari mulgi' but then doesn’t swearing help in the exact verbalisation of your feelings? I mean try saying 'laee bessht' when you are truly happy. Doesn’t it take you back to good ol’ Shivaji Park katta where you are laughing aloud with your gang and checking out few cool and mostly fat guys jogging around?? Sheer bliss!! So much like a steaming hot maggie, a cold coffee and 153rd time re-run of 'Hum aapke hain kaun' courtesy your friendly neighbourhood cablewala, on a cold Friday night :)

I guess it’s because our mother-tongue reminds us of all the good things which we leave behind like in my case, before coming to this god-forsaken Shela village in the middle of nowhere. She assures me I shall never fumble while expressing myself, I shall never stop mid-sentence to find a better word to describe. I may learn a new language, but I will always call out to my loved ones in my mother tongue. I may say, ‘wow!’ but my reflexes will always say, ‘Aai ga!’ She tells me to be grounded because I may learn English, French or German but my parents will only respond to the words ‘Aai-baba’. She gently reminds that I may branch out afar but these roots shall always hold me tight and bring me back to that one place which meant almost nothing to me when I had it and so much now that I am away.. HOME.

Hmm..thoda senti ho gaya...I guess this is enough for the day..Exams from next week..please pray for me. I know you lazy bums wont :P
Anyways take care..Do comment on this post which I wrote itni mehnat se instead of studying. Nahitar phatke maarin ek-ekanna. Aai Shappath! ;-)

P.S: On overwhelming popular demand (ok! just one) I have changed the title of this post from 'Arbitgiri..maxed out!' to 'Apan hyanna pahilat ka?' dont ask me why such a title coz I have just been diagnosed with the dead-brain syndrome and would take the entire lifetime to recover :D