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The way of words….

“It was a supererogate piece of work.” 

“ Though, I must say that at least he wasn’t a wittol.”

“Nope, he was just a drysalter who loved his cyclogiro.”

Interestingly, the above dialogues would have made sense if I was in the 1900’s or the early 20th century.

That’s what happens to words which become extinct.  The Collins Dictionary experts have been busy trying to compile words which were used once upon a time and have now become obsolete.

Studying the trends of the English language,  the recent updates of the Oxford Dictionary have  implied that technology and Interent-lingo are definietly here to say. Phrases like top kill, shovel ready and words like “phwoah” have graced the pages of OED. And with the global economy going haywireand technology going full swing, initialism has picked up. And with various diverse linguistics in the daily speak, Japan has given us hentai  and kleftiko from Greece. And yes the words sa’ab and sahib still feature in the English Dailies.

Yet with official acceptance of words like fnarr, woot, ka-ching, OMG, LOL and the list is endless….all I can say is that- voila- the power of social media.

Though sometimes, I just hope with all the abbreviations we just don’t forget the usage and “spellings” of real words.

Anyways, as with the evolution of language, the changing trends i.e. modern linguistics are pretty interesting. (New Words Nook has a lot to say !!)

While for us, writers and readers alike, imagination does have a way with words or is it vice-versa ?!

What does thou think about it ?




In daily dosages…

One thing I startingly realised today around mid-noon, Internet revolution came in with a big hue and cry, and caught on real fast, but nothing can replace my daily dose. Sometimes, it’s in the mornings; though when I was on the other side of the globe, it used to be in the evenings. And some of the days, it goes beyond the usual number, with all the supplementary pages and specials.

Frankly speaking, nothing can replace “the newspaper”. I get to hear it on the television wires, or across the Internet networks; where the war rages between various media groups, who gets the news across to the masses first ? The one to steal the show, the highlights, the first one to be out with all that information !! But come next day, if it’s not in the daily news, nah then for me, maybe it wasn’t really that important after all.

I guess, it’s more to do with the ritual of the “newspaper mornings”. Back home, the morning scenario before the rush hour sets in, was to see, Mom frantically skimming through the headlines before Dad got his hands on the paper. And then during breakfast, my sole accompaniment through the morning bread-and-cereal ritual was the paper. ( Oh, yes I was a one of ‘em, picky eaters !) While on the farm, Grandma was the first to lay her hands on the daily news, ‘cause by the time Grandpa returned it around noon, it would be solely in his hands till dusk settles in .

The thing about the paper is that it offers you all, ranging from the local news to the global fast-track; amidst a myriad of subjects, politics, science, history,contemporaries, financials, advertisements and not to forget, the gossips, the sports and the business pages. The days when additional supplements are given are the best. Mostly it’s on Sundays, when peace mostly reigns through the house, and I can leisurely read the weekend specials.

If anyone said that today’s newspapers will line tomorrows’ shelves, I would rather add, “Says who?” True, newspapers may line the shelves in the garage, but not necessarily yesterdays’!! What about the funnies, the Editorials, the contents to send entries for, the crosswords to solve, the Bridge to crack..?! And the news cuttings, can’t miss out on that one !! Magazines come mostly weekly or fortnightly, with most articles compressed in its pages, but newspapers give the daily zing to the day.

It’s what makes waiting for the dentist, whiling away time in the train worthwhile, or even taking a break from the daily schedule, be it a desk job or even in the hospital. Where else would there be such a assorted variety of news ? More importantly, what else can be carried around everywhere, which is so versatile to while away time ? And not to miss out, reading  the letters to the Editor ?! Even if newspapers go completely online, it’s still not the same. No thanks,  I am not willing let go of the rolled up sheets of paper which lands on my doorstep every morning.

The sudden realisation which led to me putting up this post is that, no matter what news technology brings to my fingertips, or even if the news comes online on the spot, without the daily morning dosage, somehow the whole day leading upto nightfall seems lacking. So this post is for all the newspapers and the staff across the globe, kudos to you guys and stay in action. Nothing can ever replace the feel of the recycled newsprint with that cup of coffee in the morning. Keep the printers running.

Last days of “Scrawling” ?! Not yet !!

Squinting and imagining the loops and lines. Going crazy within the four walls, while running through the possible permutation and combinations in my gray matter. Thank goodness I need to think of only 26 characters. Believe me, after repeated ‘shots’ of caffeine and theophylline, this is not the way I want to end my days, or nights for that matter. When ever do I have the choice of that?!! Loads of paperwork to do, referral notes to decipher and here I am, at 23 00 hours still stuck on the first sheet; started the crunching an hour ago. Omg!! Is it so difficult to just write?! Whatever happened to the days of ink and graphite !!

I still can recall my initial years in school, when I had to just write and write and write, with dotting my i’s and crossing my t’s!! Why do all this, because half my grades were cut off thanks to the ‘legibility’ of my answers on paper.  True, I used to rant and rave all the
time but today somehow my ‘scrawls’ can be read. Oh it does make a difference!! Think what if ‘quill’ was actually meant to be a ‘quilt’ or when ‘failure’ was actually supposed to be ‘falter’. Even worse, are the manuscripts and prescriptions!! Somehow along the way, we have forgotten how to write.  Forget the claims of having cent per cent literacy- it’s supposed to stand for ‘read’ and ‘write’!!! Who to blame- the technology era!! Well, I don’t think we are born with a finger stuck to the keyboard.

Agreed, it is too tiring to write down in the beautiful cursive writing, but who wants all that!! Just pen down the letters- small or caps, your choice!! We still need “ legible inscription notes” for invitations, thank you notes and letters. The solution, if there is ever one- is to simply think of the fact that the other person needs to read what is penned down. That will improve the scruffy and totally ill-mannered depiction of letters. Just think of the difficulty in reading some lettering, which looks way too similar like yours.

Well, that’s all that I can rant about now, have to get back to the ‘squinting’ before dawn breaks; else I am fired. Thank goodness, numbers don’t have this problem!!!

A new place, another start…

Last night, I was cleaning out my trunk when I came across my old journals. Flipping through the pages, I came across one of my pages, which is as follows…

“October 30, 1995

Dear Diary

Tomorrow, will be another new day at school and I am dreading it. I miss my friends, the swimming pool, the basket ball court, the tracks. This new school is really big. We have some twelve divisions and there are around forty in each class. I don’t know which class I am going to. Will I make any friends here ? What about my dance classes ? Will I be the shortest one in my class ? Will I be alone during the recess ? Will I be included in the various activities? Will I hate all the teachers in school ? Will I do okay in math? Will I fit in this new school ? Will everyone call me a dork because I wear glasses? I hope mom is right. That to approach my new school as a fun place. Something new to see and learn a lot more things. Whatever happens, God please don’t leave me alone. Please let me not have a bad first day…”

Back in my childhood, as per as my dad’s job; he had to transfer from one place to another every three years. This was my secondschool change. Looking back, my first day, wasn’t so bad as i expected. It took time to make my new set of friends and I did gain another new experience. But, the insecurity is still there. Even today, I hate changing places. It’s different to take a break, go somewhere new and then come back to the good ol’ familiar places. But a totally new start, and unprepared beginning..I would rather avoid it. But, somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I still can hear my mom say, “It will be a new day for you, but so what. You just explore and have your fun. Insecurity is okay but never let it press you down, away from the real you, your real potential”.

And so I will mother.