and thats me or rather its R if you consider the roots
I am the most confused person RD has ever married..not that he has married often..just once..but in 5 years he has realised that he has married a confused character..
I confuse easily…whether I take the bus or rick, whether I eat pani puri or sandwich, whether I buy chocolate ice cream or tender coconut ice cream, where RD should be taking the day off because R’s daycare is closed on Friday or whether I should take it..you do get the drift na
and this confusion is pretty deep rooted….especially when its got to do with my roots…
When I married RD, loads of people thought I was a Gujarati who had married a Bengali
but in reality we are Tambram married to a Tambram with proper horoscope matching and Gotram seeing (read the Jab We Met series)
so how does it work?
I speak pretty decent Gujarati..and my Tamil is well..its …well you know how it is when you dont stay in the state and have non Tamil friends…its like that…okie for example I will give you an idea of my Tamilness…I sang the song ‘ayer padi maligayil’ in RD’s cousin’s daughter’s cradle ceremony and one lady (who thought I was a Gujju because I was speaking to some neighbour of theirs who was Gujju in Gujarati) told RD I have a good voice to sing that ‘Gujarati song’ but I should learn some Tamil songs…
See…thats how my accent is!
and then of course RD and I often communicate in Hindi or English..
RD just for the records, speaks flawless Tamil, Malayalam, Bengali, Hindi and English (Gah!) and he can understand Gujarati (what he is married to me and his daughter goes to a Gujju dominated school and we stay in a pretty Gujju dominated area of Mumbai, so no choice as such) and Marathi
I for the records speak typical Mumbaiyya Hindi, passably decent Gujarati, pretty okish English, slightly sad Tamil and about 10 words of Malayalam and 10 words of Bengali and about 50 words of MArathi…but I can survive in Kerala, WB and Maharashtra without any probs 😉
and so if we examine R’s roots – She is completely Tambram okie..right from her great great great great grandparents till her parents..but kahani mein twist hai because
R’s Mom is born in Calcutta
because RM’s Mom has been brought up in Calcutta completely from the age of 1 till she got married to RM’s Dad after which they shifted to Baroda
and RM’s Dad has been brought up in Madras after being born in Kerala and did his higher studies there and moved to Mumbai to do his PhD..so basically RM is a mish mash in herself
RM did her education in Baroda completely which is why the strong Gujju connection
RD on the other hand has been brought up in Calcutta and did his higher studies from Aurangabad and Mumbai….RD’s parents were both educated in Kerala and moved to Calcutta post the wedding..
so thats why RD is a mish mash but not as bad as RM
and hence R is the height of mish mash..
and often people around us think we are cool, because we understand a lot of languages between us, speak none perfectly and nod at the rest with a lot of enthusiasm
the funniest part is that non of us have married out of caste or even out of the sub caste and yet we have managed to bring so much variety in our lives…
So while I hardly cook south indian dishes, I have a lot of gujju and north Indian food in my kitchen, my mom cooks a lot of gujju and bong dishes and my MIL cooks a lot of Kerala and bong dishes
and RD is super great in all these exotic dishes which I attribute to
my influence actually to that hostel life of his 😉
anyways once Vidya of the Vyas Varun fame asked me whether I understood Tamil and then Tharani whose life is on a roller coaster ride asked me if I didnt understand Tamil..so to both you ladies..I do understand Tamil..but its only when its spoken by close relatives with a big sprinkling of Malayalam words in it…
If you set me loose in Madras, trust me, I will be lost for ever 🙂
Forget all that, I wish I could speak Parseltongue..that would be the coolest ever!