The Misfit

A fair looking guy with curly hair, bit plump body, wearing a blue shirt was standing near the door of the Bus, obviously inside the bus. He had a back pack and white strip garlanded around his neck which was holding his ID card, like the medal you see around the neck of a winner in Olympic games.You will find lots of such people all around Bangalore.Most of them are Software engineers.Others work as BPO employees. In search of jobs these people finally land in Bangalore and somehow they manage to adjust themselves in various companies (remember east india company) where they are tagged and branded.
He is standing, the conductor of the bus tells him in his mother tongue to move inside.This guy replies "Kannada Got Illa ( i don't know kannada). He must have consulted some wise sage who must had told him to say it if some one speaks in local language. It is a common dialogue which you will find on every persons tongue tip who doesn't belong to Karnataka or who doesn't know the local language. Sensing a kind of attack on his state level patriotism, the conductor replies back "Neenu karnataka bandiray salpa aadhru kannada goti ere beeku" I wish Rajni Kant( Southern film superstar) would had witnessed the expression and heard this dialogue, i am sure he would had doubted his acting skills.
"Kya bhol raha hai yeh"?( what is he saying) was the reply of the guy who was standing near the door wearing blue shirt, an ID hanging around his neck,The only difference this time was that his face turned bit red. He was looking into my eyes as if seeking for help or support, because he suddenly felt himself among aliens, where nothing belonged to him , neither the land nor its people.He felt himself in a fix, same kind of feeling , when one sits for math exams and cannot understand the mathematical language( forget about solving them)
A translator suddenly popped up from the crowd and he dubbed the kannada dialogue into hindi " agar tum karnataka aaye ho, to toda toda kannada aana"(if you are in karnataka, you must know bit of kannada'). I could had given them a long lecture on Bangalore , being a cosmopolitan city, but the spirit to tell them the truth died after few seconds.
Hearing this the guy wearing blue shirt and ID hanging around his neck, became more tensed.As if the conductor had revealed a deep secret, or solved a great mystery where this guy was being accused of committing some crime. He was bit shaken up and he said" Mujhe yahaan sirf teen din ho gayay " ( i came here 3 days back). The guy now totally came under the control of the conductor.
The conductor of the bus started to speak more in his mother tongue. But there was a difference now.It seemed as if he was reciting some poetry. He became excited,( i wish there was some Kannada song in the background).Like a warrior the conductor drove the guy working in some company further back from the door into the dense crowd, obviously inside the bus.He kept talking to the passengers like asking for ticket or packing the passengers tightly, SO THAT OTHERS FIT IN .The kind of job he must have done on his first day as a Bus conductor. In the midst of the engine sound,he kept on saying "Banni Sir Banni" ( come here sir come)