The Northi

Before starting this blog let me tell you what this term Northi means. Northi are those people who speak Hindi or any language generated from Hindi and are in the southern part of India due to some fuckin reason. Northi are those people who are considered as a parasite, ghuspaithiya etc etc in cities of south India and are forced to learn their regional or local language. The thing is that not all of the south Indians are like that but a part of them is responsible for so. The only exceptional people who don’t consider themselves as a part of North are Maharashtra people and the most funny thing is they are not considered as the part of south either.
I was unaware of this south north fact until I myself was made to become a part of it. Students like me due to some reasons come to Bangalore for their further studies in south and then they are made to learn a fact that from Indians now they have became north Indians. Then they become used to questions like “do you know our language” or “Wasn’t there any such college in your side”. Two times when we were indulged in the fight with localities the only thing we heard that you are a northi don’t mess with us. The first fight ended simply as like we 300 north Indians running after 15 localities and beating them up to hell including our own Northi brother who was taking their side. And the second time it simply ended with my right wrist broken others having stitches on their head, forehead and in hands. But the thing is not the same in every college of Bangalore. Most of the North Indians come here as my college is a good ranked in VTU. The other colleges where there are very few North Indians or the colleges in far sides of Karnataka can’t do like this otherwise no one will even know what happened to them.
Now this was the thing about South India. Now let’s come to the recent news In Maharashtra what I think that Maharashtra is a neither south nor north state or something like “Bich ka”. If you will ask a Marathi student in my bath or even in whole college he will say that he is a north Indian and they were among those 300 people who ran after those localites.but things in Maharashtra are different I don’t know the actual reason if everyone there is like this or only a group as in south India. I have met both kind of people thanks to this social networking site.Everyday the only thing I hear about my own northi brothers being tortured there. But not everyone. They don’t have guts to speak about any powerful person like Amitabh Bachan or other any high class person there from UP, Bihar, Bengal etc.The people being beaten there are only the low class people like daily laborers, Auto drivers etc.If you ask any software engineer there about the situation his answer would be only that he is in a little fear otherwise no problem.
People in North talk about giving reply. The reply is in the form of ambushing the trains going to Mumbai and filling it with anti Marathi pro northi slogans. There are few Marathi and south Indian employees living in DVC quarters nearby my home. Last time when this happened in Maharashtra people tortured them to hell,Bycotting them, No one playing with their children or talking to them or even in school where their teacher giving them additional homework. But this was not the solution. A common Indian will simply believe what he will hear or see instead of looking for the facts by himself. If I ask force a south Indian staying in north India to learn Hindi then I will make a fool of myself only. Their Hindi is far better then me. And the best thing about north is that we people there fight among ourselves only.

Someone had said that an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind. But if this is the solution it is better to be blind then being one with eyes

This blog is based on my personal thoughts experiences and feelings and not generated by any political and regional issues.

The Trip To Nandi Hills

It was fine evening when for the first time I was in brigade road without any tension of being caught by anyone as I had left hostel. Next was the plan for a night stay at one of my friend’s flat as I had to study maths(which I knew will never happen).I was just wandering on road orkutting by mobile. I called my friend to inform him that I am coming to his flat but he himself was out just finished watching the show of Rock on! I told me to wait for him at a mall nearby. Making me wait there, he himself went to his flat and then called me to come there. By mistake Mrityunjai and Suraj caught me at that mall and Suraj seized my cellphone as he wanted to hear songs of rock on for whole night. They told me to wake up tomorrow morning at 5:00 A.M as they are going to for a trip to nandi hills so all the study plans failed and simply I went to Rishi’s flat and slept




Next morning at 5:00 A.M. when I was sleeping I felt a kick on a donkey it was Rahul who had came to wake us up as the bus had came. Rahul returned my almost battery down mobile which was raped by Suraj for the whole night. It was raining slowly. From my flat only three people got ready to come as everyone had some problem of his own. This was the problem of almost every flat. Picking everyone from their respective flats we set to the trip for Nandi hills.
In bus Rahul was busy with his own problem which was fixing the woofer with the UPS but was unable to do so, so he simply connected it to the radio of the bus. It was 6:30 A.M. when we came out of town. Every type of nautanki was going on in the bus from dance to abuses and even bhajans. After a stop to have tea and snacks I with others went on the roof. The fun had just started. The only problem sitting on the roof was that the branches of trees were just above our heads and every time we crossed one someone got hit. We could feel the clouds above our heads.Shoughting singing and abusing we reached our destination. Some of us were singing Sutta song others were busy taking photos.It was a celebration of becoming senior and reaching in second year.


Nandi hills was extremely romantic place. Good luck to us that we were with 20 other guys :P. And another thing were the monkeys.dont know what do they find to do on the hills. This question I was wondering in myself until a monkey snatched a packet of lays from Rahul and then ran toward me but I threw my packet and ran away in myself. The one person who was extremely active in the whole trip was Sanjay our college topper. The masti he did and made us do was extremely funny.



We remained there till 1:00 pm or so and then left to return city.At return Rahul had his dabba UPS charged so we got chance to listen some good songs. Even in return no one looked tired and was doing the same masti as we were doing from morning. This masty was not enough when we made the bus to stop at a lonely place and started dancing. The freshly charged UPS seemed to be more dead than a fully discharged Battery. After every 5 minutes it went off automatically and the one who was playing the songs listened all the galis. When the song bhootni k was played they made me dulha and Chandan himself became ghoda and gave me a ride.Damn the bus driver was hungry so he spoiled the whole show. In an hour or so we reached back to home keeping the memories of the trip in heart.I have the pics of the trip taken from every camera and mobile and reached to the conclusion the even Rohit has a sadela mobile but the pics from his camera are the best
In the whole trip I noticed one thing “Although we have left hostel but still we all have memory of it somewhere in our heart and we all still are a hostilitie”