Les Languages

If you have read any of my previous post you must have a fair idea about my literary skills. I was never good with languages, I still remember how my Malayalam teacher at the govt lower primary school, where I studied for a brief period of time, used to pinch the living daylight out of me when I found it hard to reproduce the jalebi letters he laid on the board onto my slate.

By the time I finished schooling I wrote neatly and sensibly, however, recently I found out that the neat jalebi letters I once wrote looks more like over stretched spring when written after a decade.

Hindi at school was an absolute nightmare. I hated hanging letters on a line, it’s double the effort and writing with dull HB2 pencils didn’t make things any prettier. Hindi grammar is still an unsolved mystery; pul-lingh and sthree-ling was okay for me until my teacher went on to explain genders in sun, moon and other heavenly objects. I found it unacceptable; you see these objects rotating naked in the sky and never saw anything on them that would suggest a gender, then why do you have to complicate a language for no reason? Isn’t that phool-ish?

This gender confusion did cost me a lot, my Hindi answer sheets looked more like arieal shots of American Civil War, with plenty of red cutting into few rows of blue.

To be continued….