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Bull!
That's what "gooli" means. I learned the word because we were heading down the dirt-road, which is a shortcut to the Embassy Golf Links office park, and we passed a tiny shrine, in front of which was a little painted, plaster/wood/metal bull.
"Channa, I don't want to forget to ask you for a word today. How do you say, 'Bull' in Kannada?"
"Gooli, Ma'am."
Pimped Ride
We shouted this exchange with each other because Hertz "pimped Channa's ride;" this morning, he arrived with a huge sound system all over the inside of it.
"I locked all the doors one by one today," he said.
Whenever I drive in a city myself, I always keep my doors locked, but he hadn't done it in Bangalore, so I hadn't either...till today. I guess the sound system might be too tempting to resist.
You can hear us coming now and the floor tickles the soles of my shoes, since the bass is reverberating through it.
On the way, we listened to Hindi hits and smiled nearly the whole time. I couldn't wait to go home.
"Channa, this is very bindaas of you," I said.
He smiled proudly.
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