It's Medu not Mendu
Well this is not a roz ki baat but sometimes, just sometimes I feel like looking into the ignorant eyes of my friends and whispering, “ My name is Shetty, and I am not a madrasi.” Like many second generation Maharashtra citizens, even my grandparents moved from Mangalore to Mumbai. Unfortunately, they were too employed to see the alienating remarks casually being thrown around. I saw it, more so, I felt it. When I say “I was born and brought up in Mumbai !”, to many that may just remind them of all those ‘oh, how can I not love this city’ reels they see on their fyp; Borivali, I'm breaking a bubble here, is not remotely close to the bandra-churchgate-Marine drive glamour. The real problem is not people, it is the PEOPLE. _____________ As a tuluva(yes, shettys (bunts) are tuluvas not kannadigas), the last time I spoke flawless tulu was when I was 4. What happened after that...