Being the son of teachers - an English Lecturer and a Telugu Pundit - language, more than science or math, cast its spell on me. I grew up among books, books and more books. It doesn't mean that I have read them all. I've had a sneak peek at some of them. Anyway, while in school, like any other child of that age, my interest lay in comic books and Enid Blyton's Famous Fives. Though my college education dragged me away from them, forcibly diverting my attention towards sciences and mathematics. It felt like I'd landed in a suffocating cul-de-sac, those years. Being the enfant terrible that I was, I failed to live up to my parents' expectations of becoming an engineer. Damp squib was my attempt. And so, back to reading books of interest, drawn by the love for language. Poring through the Random House Dictionary that my father has, was my favourite pastime all through. The syllabic division, pronunciation keys provided alongside each word always held my attention.
“Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.” James Joyce
November 11, 2010
November 03, 2010
My Magnum Opus
One fine morning I woke up with the brilliant idea of penning down a poetic work of epic proportions, the canvas as grand as that of Paradise Lost of John Milton a la
October 22, 2010
Enigmatic English
English is an enigmatic language, at least for me. And at times, I feel, it really is a funny language. It poses problems aplenty in pronunciations and also in spellings. English spelling is guaranteed to confuse even those who have spoken the language all their lives. When there is no difference in pronouncing see and sea, why are they spelt differently? What do you say about do and go? Why is p silent in psychology and pronounced as f in philosophy, and what about laughter, wherein it is pronounced with an f in it, but slaughter has no such sound?
October 16, 2010
Mis(dis)use of the Apostrophe
"Its anus". This was written on the vehicle that a lady was driving. "Anus of ...?" I was flummoxed for a while at the brazen attitude of the lady. It then suddenly dawned on me that it was not her outrageous attitude, but the handiwork of a dim witted soul who is appallingly ignorant of the Apostrophe. Yes, it must've been "It's Anu's".
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