One tends to hear a lot of English when one moves around in Bandra , the posh suburb of Mumbai . Especially during the rare occasions when one goes to walk at Carter Road. The mind tends to wander and eavesdrop on others as one walks aimlessly in a straight line. I would safely say that more than ninety per cent of the conversations one overhears happen in English. All sorts of 'English'. From prim and propah Queen's to Bombaiya Slumdog pidgin to LOL Twitter chirps. In accents which would make Bernard Shaw's Henry Higgins roll his shirt sleeves up in glee. The accents floating around are fascinating. You have a very American FRIENDS twang which seems most ludicrous on young brown skins to English with heavy Indian regional accents. The world of politics is a good example of the latter. You recently had Dada and Didi ( Pranab Mukherjee and Mamata Banerjee ) presenting the National and Railway budgets. Both were pilloried by many, including embarrassed Bengalis ,
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