My tryst with Hindi !!
I have become a Hindi buff now. Or is it more of a Tamil buff with changing times? You believe it or not; my late father was a DMK devotee and I was his faithful follower. Not necessarily were, all my family members and some of them were cunning (!) enough to learn some Hindi as a side kick, (along with type writing; I was a failure in that too) whilst they were at school and or college. If my memory serves correct, my sister had passed her “Prathmic level” and my brother did slightly better than her. Appa was obviously not interested in our Hindi; however didn’t stop his children from learning the same on private tuitions. My tryst with Hindi and Sanskrit started at my primary school, which was managed by Mr. Iyer, who was our then principal. He was also fondly and reverently called as “Butttu kudimi” by us, as he sported a tuft on his occipital bone of his head and with the sacred thread across his torso, and most of the time was also topless. He wo