It’s November 1st, 🐯 Kannada Day in India. On this day in 1956, all Kannada language-speaking regions of southwestern India merged to form the state of Karnataka. This day is also known as Kannada Rajyotsava Day, Karnataka Formation Day, and Karnataka Day, and is considered Karnataka’s most special day.
The festivities begin with a ceremony at Kanteerava Stadium in Bengaluru. Everybody proudly sings the Kannada Anthem (“Jaya Bharatha Jananiya Tanujate”), and then the Chief Minister Governor publicly recognize those Kannadigas who’ve performed heroic deeds, overcome insurmountable obstacles, achieved notable milestones, and contributed to the development of Karnataka.
Kannadigas across the state, irrespective of caste or religion, celebrate Kannada Day in joyful festivals with traditional folk music and dances. They wear traditional clothes, with men and boys dressed in yellow and red turbans and women and girls wearing yellow and red sarees. Fabulously decorated vehicles carry bright, multicolored paintings of the Goddess Bhuvaneshwari. Enjoy your day, Kannadigas! ☮️ Peace… Jamiese of Pixoplanet
You know that episode in The Big Bang Theory in which Bernadette and Raj do a parody of an Indian dance number? The lyrics do sound ridiculous . . . in English. That's the thing. I don't know why, but Indian song lyrics that sound absolutely bizarre when translated to English, sound perfectly normal, nay beautiful, in the original Indian versions of the songs. I guess Indian languages just carry the hyperboles and metaphors with a certain elegance.
P. S. When I say Indian languages, I don't necessarily mean that they are spoken only by Indians or by people of Indian origin.
Grand Pa yelling, "Waa?" in complete disbelief that this innocent looking tiny grandson of his has been fooling him, drying him out of funds...reminds me of Kantara's devine chant "Waao!".
He is almost that loud, as if he needs to awaken an entire tribe, whole jungle. Do Joon is sitting right there, 2 feet away from him, calmly nodding, "Yup! That was me."
I was sitting in the Global Reading Room in our university and working on my history assignment. sitting, there plying at my keyboard, taking down notes, underlining important points and highlighting keywords when my mind randomly starts buzzing with the tune of some long-forgotten music. At first, it is a faint hum of the tune and then it became more and more pronounced. Taaanaanna na na na na...
and then it grew louder and louder and then so loud that it is no longer in my head, it has forced itself out of the shackles of my mind and is now resonating out of my laptop. the faint, intangible hum has wriggled out of my body and is now a song. like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. and it now presents itself before me, the butterfly of the song, flashing the wings of its ostentatiously beautiful lyrics on the faded screen of my laptop.
"Akkare Maathadi Pooje Maadi Anthovne Maadevaaaa... Ughe! Ughe! Elu Male Myaleli Kunthanavva...."
What is the name of the song? ...what is it? is it elu male myaleli...? no, it doesn't seem like it. must be hange kuniro hinge kuniro? And i glance at my screen, scenes from a film keep changing in quick succession. the image of a distinctively strong man of dusky complexion, ruffled hair, and stern expressions is constant in all photos. Shivanna. and then like the apricity of the morning sun, enveloping the body in a blanket of warmth, my mind is embraced tightly with memories from a past, long lost and forgotten. they hug me. and i scramble to hug them back, it is a long, tight embrace.
"Beta zara is taraf aajao"
"en akka? - uh haan didi-"
And like a tree recoiling at the strike of lightning, i crack back into consciousness. I move aside to let the didi sweep the carpet underneath and i am pulled out of my lucid dream and yanked back into reality. I glance out of the window and I see the flagpole- the silken flag majestically fluttering away. Elu male myaleli is still resonating from the laptop as i continue to stare at the flag. for once, this feels like my flag. my flag, my country, i belong here. This place, this college, the people, the trees, the building are all mine. it is my college and this is me.
i need to talk to whoever is doing the lyrics for the Hindi versions of Anirudh's songs bc this is the second or third time that he's put out a song and the Hindi sucks ass in terms of rhythm and cadence while every other version of the song slaps