Monday, June 21, 2010
Drove down the Mount road and saw the Chennai Corporation staff pulling down English signboards after the over zealous mayor declared that all boards be in Tamizh. To this mayor I ask what is the use of a board if it cannot be read by many?
The governments in successive bouts of madness have killed the language by various stupid ideas.
If the jokers must do something, then instead of breaking boards and renaming streets first change the name of the state, because morons it is not Tamil, but Tamizhnadu.
Tamizhnadu is the state where the mother tongue is an option instead of being the compulsory second language, in the zeal to remove Hindi these jokers have made several generations opt out of the language of the land and no your pathetic idea of giving state ranks to Tamizh students may not impress or motivate many and I for one would be scandalized to get a laptop with a screen saver of a geriatric even if it was free.
Language is meant to communicate and trust me classical Tamizh will leave many natives scratching their heads
It is common language that the classical written language and the colloquial are as different as two different dialects and it is practically impossible to remove the traces of other language especially English from the colloquial.
If the state has always been open and willingly to be inclusive to many cultures, religions, languages, nationalities over the ages why can the language of the land not be so?
There was a time when my above the ordinary English was a barrier for me to communicate to my classmates in Loyola College one of the best colleges in the country. Yes my classmates and some of the contract faculty members were dazed after hearing me speak and this is became my millstone. I lived with the title of a “Peter” and “Appa tie, Amma gown” monikers for the entire three years. My wonderful language skills were good for answer papers but it remained there. I had to unlearn 12 years of wonderful English learning from my school to ensure the rest of my life was a success.
Today what I speak is a mix, I still tend to switch to English as a language of convenience rather than choice, I read and can write Tamizh and manage my way around with Hindi and yes I can read and write French, but I know that I can communicate to everyone because I now know that you do not need a perfect language but what is more important is to communicate and for that what I see around and what is going to happen next week is just a waste of public money and is self appreciation at the worst.
To give Tamizh its due, it is a wonderful language and is a classic but as all classics go they will never be common place.
This post was inspired by another brilliant piece from a fellow blogger whom I follow.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Vuvuzela or not, the beautiful game is often making me yawn and somehow I miss the good games. I’m a football novice but still I think that to score you need to visit the opponent’s half of the football field to score a goal, passing between team mates in the own stretch is so not happening
The cricket overkill and viewer exhaustion is emerging with the recent matches happening away from the glare and despite the headlines on the sports page; I think some sanity may be returning to the sport fan space
Swimming is fun and I can’t wait to complete the remaining 13 weekend classes so that I can make it a routine, maybe just maybe I will knock off some kilos on the way. But sadly only bodysuits abound the pool I learn.
Trinity is a real bundle of joy with her heart melting smile and naughty antics often driving poor D round the corner
Doing some property hunting and finding that the prices are way beyond my purse and by the time I locate a buyable property I think I will find myself in some other state leave alone the city.
Just heard that the voice of TN is from Kerala, a year after that Super singer junior was launched, finally I am told the award went to the one outstation candidate. We are so inclusive!
The Tamizh conference is on overkill mode and as with so many hypes hope it does not fall flat on its face.
Sycophancy in politics is reaching new heights or plunging to new depths whichever way you look at it and it makes you wonder if you are also living in the same planet as these buffoons who equate their leaders with everything under the sky and even above the sky. Remember the mother Mary incarnation that did the rounds some years earlier.
Realized that weekend trips can be fun and should be attempted at every opportunity, makes the missus happy and gives me a well deserved break.
Just realized that in a few days, yet another year will pass me by, I feel so old.