Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Mind the Language Sire...

When we were young, we were asked repeatedly to read newspapers, be it the English dailies or the famous vernacular ones, reading the newspaper was a must. The reason was to increase and have a good vocabulary, to be learned about each and every affair and most of all reading a newspaper meant you are not lingering behind. Living in Calcutta, yes not Kolkata, reading The Statesman was a symbol of coming from a family of good taste, aristocracy, sophistication, cultured and well-mannered. If you were reading The Telegraph, you were probably one of those who were considered to be ‘hatke’, the upcoming young new age kids, almost being tagged as going against the society. Then there was the old Anandabazaar Patrika, whose name said it all. If you were not reading it, you were probably missing everything that is happening around you.



But most importantly, we were asked to read not to know what’s happening but to understand the words, the language, grammar, dialogues, sentences, etc. Newspaper acted like grammar books for many of us. I particularly remember being asked repeatedly to read ABP coz I will not only learn bengali but also know about the history of how newspaper descended in Bengal and how journalism is a part of Bengali culture. Yes. Right. It became a type of who-has-read-how-much. It was like a competition. If you didn’t read the ABP or The Statesman you were not learning the language properly. I remember someone saying once, when a new Bengali daily was launched – “Is that a paper even? It is a cheat where you are just scribing off notes and passing on, like in an exam hall.” And from the next day if someone was known to be reading that paper, everyone in the class or anywhere gave a stern look.




However, none of us learnt anything, we only mugged up the language, the words, only to realize later the wrong spellings and grammar used over and over again! For example, one of my acquaintances used to mug up the paper each and every morning. One day while few parents were discussing something, he confidently shouted - “Oh! Don’t worry aunty you’ll be raped just like that woman was by her neighbour in London!” Nobody knew what to reply. Even the embarrassed mother of the boy didn’t know. She in defense had to tell the whole story of reading newspapers every morning and how the boy had come across this particular story and thanks to the good humour and gossipy nature of women they started discussing about the story themselves. Not only this, spelling mistakes, use of wrong ‘mathras’. And these are copied by young kids to their answer scripts. We learn them thoroughly everyday and yet overlook.



Now the question is, we lived in that age of journalism where newspaper was not only a piece broadening your information or enlightening about new events but also learning the language which we read and followed. There was a certain clerk in my mother’s office who learnt English totally by reading The Statesman in the office. He came to the office to work as a sweeper. Right now he is a permanent employee and not only that a clerk!  So where is the language going? Also the introduction of colloquial language and slangs also, can we risk the kids to adopt them?




Just today I met a friend of mine. He mentions, “My day doesn’t end without reading Anandabazaar even though their spelling, their use of ‘mathras’ is going nowhere. Yet it’s been a habit.”
The only difference between my friend and a six year old, who is asked at home to read the paper, is my friend will notice the mistakes may overlook and not give a damn or try mending it whereas the six year old has just started to read and learn and will adopt those wrong dialects. So will you let your child learn the wrong lingua franca or ask the responsible people to mind the language?!

Thursday, 5 May 2011

Pain I love thee to Death

Do I love being pain?
At least my hands indicates so;
The different scars that's left by time
Gives an addicted pleasure to my soul.

Is pain more lovable than happiness?
It seems so, all the silence, the intense feelings
Makes me crave for more.

But why all of this?
What's that I'll earn from it?
What's the pleasure of pain?
I've not known it yet!

Gutso is what I desired for
When it didn't appear
Pain gave me plenty of it.
Your sadistic pleasure, pain I love thee to Death.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Oh! I disclose some Rumors!!

Months. I don't remember when was the first time I saw. I just did. I was like - Who is? Why so serious? Few weeks later, I found __ laughing at me. Well not those sarcastic laughs! "Cool" was the word, first word came out from __ mouth. Fine. I didn't get angry, very weird of me.

Few days later we met again. Kept on meeting, well there was no other option also. I was having my new days, __ was having too. I didn't know whether __ was hearing about me or seeing me secretly. But I was there doing the 'Hi' & 'Hello'. The small world started becoming small all of sudden. Small Small VERY VERY Small. __ & I along with many ___ started hanging out. But then started the numerous chit-chats, the numerous link-ups, the numerous news updates, rather STATUS updates. I never got bored. I just decided I am not gonna give a bit of importance to such news, rumors, even though gossips were my bit of life. We are good friends, yes good good friends.

Then came the mutual understanding - "Let the whole world say what they want to, we know what we are". I told myself that more, although what the world said, what the mutual understanding meant, what we were - all these I didn't know. The very statement meant real small to me. I was rather too busy doing things like - River rafting, Bungee-Jumping, Boxing, Taekwondo inside my head. However the mutual understanding did some changes. __ & Me started going around, AS FRIENDS, yes! Before you readers start doing - Ahem Ahem!! Gala time we started having and behind our back, people among themselves started discussing our STATUS updates! It again didn't matter as long as they weren't bitching!

But nothing is static. Both of us got busy doing things that we did see each other doing and with a large no of people keeping dead-interest in what we are doing and giving suggestions, things started taking a different route. People whom we came to know just-like-that became a part of the UPDATES and ADVISES. Fine! But a miscommunication, a wall inside ourselves grew and like before I cared a bit.

This miscommunication were like having a MTS connection. On & Off we went. __, matured by age, immature by behaviour, turned dumb; although we still think it's the summer-effect. Me, the egoistic of all, gave a damn, told myself I can have a good time without the whole world and went on running. (I am still as I write). But, how long, oh dear, how long you can ignore?

When __ was returning from a small Waterloo kinda battle, in the trade he is best, small brawl happened even though we were having the brawl through text messaging (Yes we live in the world where cellphones texts brings lives closer), I grew angrier than ever, ready to declare War of Roses on __.

For the next few days, I went on deciding how to build my army, which way to attack, remembering all those its & bits I used to be told by so & so, asking me to EFF OFF. But in the hot month of April, on a Saturn's Day (Yes!!!!!!! Saturn has lots of blessings on me), I decided I need to find peace for once, before it's too late. Yaar after all I am just a girl standing in front of a.... Uhmmm  After all I am Pieces.

So at an hour when I should had been back at home, I rush to a place I dislike the most. Decided if it has to be the last day of my free-life let it be, after all once in life you act stupid, and the courage that I have gathered finally, I decided am gonna wait and sign a treaty (don't take it literally) and go back home.

So I waited. In between waiting, I dropped my cell in a drain, bought mineral water, cleared my throat, decided over and over again what to say.

Doing all these, when I turned back I saw __ standing. And all I could manage to say was - Sorry. Yes. After that what happened I can't even remember and I guess it's not meant to be shared also (Oye stopped thinking other way around). And finally peace prevailed. I am really happy it did.

So the main point in writing this down is because I have acted the craziest I could had ever. I have no idea what's next in store. And after months I accept, scared a heck lot inside, that the rumors are false but my heart's feelings are not. I loved when __ one day had dragged me all the way and said things which he doesn't remember at all now. And I was thinking of saying something but I a scared pig couldn't. I just hope the tears that rolled out, had spoken enough for __ to understand.

Right now, I don't mind breaking my heart over again, I don't mind what people say, bitch or what rumors fly, coz for the first time, literally - I GIVE A DAMN, coz I know what's inside me.

What I care is what we have. I am scared fish. Scared about everything. But this won't stop my gusto from ____. All these makes me relish the sweetest goodbye.

Ok that's it. All crap!!

P.S. Stop giggling or wondering what this post is about. Even I am yet to understand why I wrote this!!