When I was dud at speaking "English", people (to be precise- my friends) always picked on me. Not everyone of course, but those who had posh accent and individuality, used to make me suss what my status was. I was literally poor compare to them. I had never been in a pub before, neither had a plush adventure.
Seemingly, in India, this particular language is essential and brings you a strength to fetch a personality of high class lad. If you talk in English, you've stowed fifty percent of stud-fame into your archive. Girls will give at least one more turn at you and oval their face for a jiffy. And if you haven't mastered it, the reactions will be exactly opposite. I am talking about that region where I've been staying for last twenty three years.
Amazing thing is that I have faced these two types of attentions. The time, when I wanted to take a leak with name of English, they gave me a plethora of disgust faces. And now, I get those faces lighting up with amusement as my tongue don't stumble on this foreign bump.
However, I haven't altered my soul with the colour of those posh punks'. I often encounter with people who are my previous version - still battling against this language partiality. The only advice, I give them - "Don't get daunted. After all, it's a bloody language. With proper guide and toil, you can ALSO win out."
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