tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960337.post7526272112666428501..comments2023-11-13T17:33:16.267+07:00Comments on Shilo When I Was Young: Dear die-hard Hindi-speaking immigrant,Gargoylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01719949278784703463noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960337.post-41695965796238356162008-09-08T23:58:00.000+07:002008-09-08T23:58:00.000+07:00lol...i m from gurgaon...I have stayed in bangalor...lol...i m from gurgaon...I have stayed in bangalore for almost 2 years...and seen your blog for first time...i was actually laughing loudly :) ...you are good...keep writingAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960337.post-54226137133903968622008-09-01T14:44:00.000+07:002008-09-01T14:44:00.000+07:00Some of them still call us Kannadigs...I so hate t...Some of them still call us Kannadigs...I so hate those and Kannad! Where is the 'aaa'?!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960337.post-21299630341449235542008-09-01T10:28:00.000+07:002008-09-01T10:28:00.000+07:00..and the double meter thingy we were so used to.......and the double meter thingy we were so used to..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960337.post-1151198122447637232008-08-30T23:38:00.000+07:002008-08-30T23:38:00.000+07:00Cocaine.Cocaine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960337.post-87833599670701626112008-08-30T06:55:00.000+07:002008-08-30T06:55:00.000+07:00Hahahaha! I like the bit where he looks as if he's...Hahahaha! I like the bit where he looks as if he's being kidnapped. No doubt they're thrilled about how close they end up to ITPL. <BR/><BR/>Well consider that five years ago-- okay eight--if you'd said Whitefield, they'd just have snorted.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960337.post-49821042257323011802008-08-30T02:01:00.000+07:002008-08-30T02:01:00.000+07:00As Marathahalli comes into view he starts asking i...As Marathahalli comes into view he starts asking if he should go right or left at every turning. Once we cross the bridge, he wants to know if he should stop at any of the new buildings. As we approach the Kundanhalli traffic light, he asks if he should go left, while automatically moving into the left lane. I tell him no, he thinks he's heard wrong, he continues in the wrong lane. I insist in aGargoylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01719949278784703463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960337.post-24258026937767186112008-08-30T01:34:00.000+07:002008-08-30T01:34:00.000+07:00Tell us about the metaphysical conversations!Tell us about the metaphysical conversations!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com