I wonder if Mumbaikars would cringe, as I did, if they attended an English Play in Mumbai and found out that a good portion of it was Tam-glish, and that stories started out in English but ended with punch lines in Tamil. A few of us, including various foreigners in the audience, looked on blankly while the crowd that understood Hindi had a blast. I blame my Dad for making me take Sanskrit rather than Hindi in school. I guess I also missed the fact that it was a piece on reminiscences rather than a play. Much as I admire Rajat Kapoor, Vinay Pathak and Ranvir Shorey, I was painfully reminded of the times when friends invited me to their homes for dinner and subjected me to their vacation photos and videos.