Namma Kudla

I bet………Find me someone who doesn’t like the place he is brought up. You will rarely find one. Everybody has that biased feeling towards their city because of the emotional connect they have with the city, with the people they have spent time, with the locations whose pictures strike them often.

Yes, you guessed it right. I am going to talk about my place, Mangalore which is more often called as Kudla. I am from Mangalore, a coastal city of Karnataka.

Now I am not going to give some “gyan” on Mangalore. (Wikipedia – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mangalore)

I would now want to tell about my city which is not mentioned in so called “Wikipedia”.

Firstly let me talk about the people. Even though the local language being Tulu, people here are completely fine with Kannada (obviously, it’s the state language), Konkani (Goan language), Malayalam (As Kerala is very nearby), Hindi (the effect of Bollywood movies) and English. You go to any businessman, labor, drivers, shopkeepers and talk to them in any of the above mentioned language, they would surely understand and respond to you in the same language back (may not be very fluently ever time).

Another aspect which I really want to mention is the importance given to education. The pass percentage in 10th or 12th is very high. The number of education institutes ie schools, colleges, tutorials are huge. People have a mindset that Class 12 is the minimum education one should definitely acquire irrespective of financial status, which is amazing. Being frank, I have rarely seen a slum or illiterate from my place.

There are many other things like Food, Religious places, beaches (especially the International kite festival), Greenery, which are magnificent and mesmerizing about which you can easily find in google.

These are few things other than my childhood which comes to my mind when I think of Mangalore (recently changed to Mangaluru).

Leaving you at this high point, I would like to end this blog with a quote that is dear to me

                Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

                                                     -Oliver Wendell Holmes

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