I can speak Marathi well enough to escape an attack from Raj Thackeray’s boys if they ever decided to throw out suave, handsome, witty, intelligent good-for-nothings from Pune; where I believe, for some surreal reason, I still reside. But my Hindi, was often more Bambiya then the pure North Indian version. That’s changing now, because I actually live in the UAE and there are a fair number of Pakistanis, Afghanis and Bangladeshis here, who all speak Urdu.
So by default, my Hindi is purer. Words like zain, zikhar, murtaba, takaluf, masla are all creeping into my vocabulary. Fancy that!
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