There is something special about the place that we belong to, in a way or the other it just runs in our veins. Look at or hear to someone, you know where he or she comes from. On fair occasions life does give us chances to look back at our roots. Fortunately I am getting to look at and live in it for three complete years. It has been close to a year in Mangalore and there are many things that I have come to know about this hometown of mine during this period, of which previously I was not very aware. There is more to this place, more than the world thinks.
The ‘Maraya’ Mockery
Mangalore Kannada has always been an object of fun. Speaking in it is not just about adding ‘maraya’ after every word that is uttered, it requires some good hold over the language. Nowhere in the state of Karnataka, the language Kannada is spoken in the purest form of its grammar and vocabulary. Here in this place what is written is what is spoken. I am happy I can do that :-)
The Fifth Tree, the Fifth Building
In Mangalore every fifth tree is a coconut tree, quite but obvious and every fifth building is a doctor’s clinic. It wouldn’t be wrong to say that this is one place in this world probably where there are doctors as many as patients! Mangaloreans care ;-)
A Not So Fishy Food
Food here is not just about fish, although most people survive on it. Mangalore cuisine includes some of the best vegetarian recipes. Start from the roadside Churmuri, Golibajje, Biscuit Rotti, Buns, Patrode, Menaskai, Tambali, Koddelu, Majige huli, Rasayana, Holige - the list is endless and leaves you drooling. So the next time you meet a Mangalorean, please do not think something fishy ;-)
I Scream You Scream, We All Scream- Ice Cream
Give us no rice, give us no fish, give us no chicken, but please give us Mangaloreans some Gadbad, our staple food. This is a must have if you drop in here, take my word you will never regret
eating devouring it :-)
Umbrellas Are THE Amigos
Come summer, come rain an umbrella is something which you cannot do without when you are on the roads. You may forget your wallet, you may forget picking up your friend but never forget carrying an umbrella, never! If you do, well you shall pay the price!
MRP - Mangalore Rigid Price
Bargaining is a heinous offence. 250.50 Rs does mean ‘Two hundred and fifty rupees and fifty paisa ONLY’ Bargain and let the shopkeeper, even the rest of the customers around you know that you are not a Mangalorean. In fact it is better to be called a thief :-p
“Ponk ponk pon” hear this and you know you are in the lanes of Mangalore. Here buses run like rockets. Traveling in them in and around the city is a weird pleasure by itself.
Sunday ‘Is’ A Holiday
It is a funny thing, when the rest of the world prefers going out on Sundays here in Mangalore this day is truly meant for some rest. Most of the shops are closed, most of the roads are deserted. And these days all life and movement happens in the malls. A changing trend, courtesy urbanization of course. Mangaloreans have bowed down to this as well!
People All Beautiful
There is a certain panache in all Mangaloreans, simple yet flamboyant. No offence to anyone, the ones you and me know are just one among those many stars in the skies of this city. It is hard not to like us, at the least you will notice us;-)
This I know does not end here. I could go on, but for now I have come to understand one definite thing:
‘You know you have lived in a city, when the city starts living in you’
What about you city lives in you, do let me know:-)
Love and peace.