The strangest thing about Public Transport is just that, it is ‘public’.

This one’s about one of the more funny rides I had aboard the metro rail.

The two guys standing right next to me, both easily in their late 40s, were engaged in the ages old debate of Hindi versus English as the medium of education, and the language the generations to come  should converse in.

Now don’t think that I would talk about that. What I want to talk about is the role each of these languages play in my life.

English is my business language, my internet language as well (this blog’s all English, right?). It has to be, my business, the Internet demand English. The language helps me connect with that many more people.

Hindi is my ‘home’ language. That’s what is spoken at the lion’s den, the wolf’s layer. It helps me belong.

The ability to be able to read and write a language is quite different form that of thinking in a language. I think in both the languages, at my will. This  is a skill I worked hard to acquire. The ability to do this gives me two different identities, for work and for home, just like my mobile phone has the work and fun modes.

It is almost like putting on a different mask at home and at work, with the tiny difference that both the masks are me. Add to that a third Internet mask. Oh! These times of virtual citizenship… Before I digress further let me drive home the point.

The point is-

The two languages play an enormous role in my life. One that helps me juggle my way into each day and out of it into the nights. The art of ‘living’ is all about delicate balance, the two languages are maybe the most important tool I have to keep on ‘living’.

As they say, LIVE FOREVER OR DIE TRYING… Another entry into the blog to let you know that the clock’s still ticking and I am that much closer to living forever, because guess what? I am not dead darlings!