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Tags: Anecdote, English, Language, Punctuation
Categories : Forwarded Wisdom, Information
An English professor wrote the words:
” A woman without her man is nothing ”
on the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly..
All of the males in the class wrote :
“A woman, without her man, is nothing.”
All the females in the class wrote :
“A woman: without her, man is nothing.”
Punctuation is powerful!! 🙂
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Tags: Communication, Expression, Language, Mother Tongue, Nostalgia, Telugu
Categories : Musings, Nostalgia, Reflections
I was browsing through and guess am locked in an air of nostalgia.. Flashes of memories, of granny teaching you Aksharamala (Alphabet), of the childhood victorious glow when you grew up enough to read those Chandamama, Balamitra, Bommarillu and all those child magazines enveloped me in tight hold. As I grew up I read wonderful books in telugu.. Be it novels or poems.. Sumati Satakam, Vemana Padyalu, and all that grammer.. I still miss some novels like Mohana Vamsi, Venello Adapilla, Lakumadevi which I read some fifteen years back. And the worst fact is that neither I can google them down nor can I load them up in my PC.
Guess language sets an ambience for cultural expressions and nothing can beat mother tongue in it. Learning a language opens up an entirely new world.. You can associate with the spirit and at times some expressions are so authentic that you cant translate without watering down the intensity. Sometimes I face this problem too. I still wonder how would I translate ‘alambana’, ‘samyamanam’.. When emotions succumb you in a deluge it becomes difficult to relate to heart matters in a language thats alien to you in the same spirit that you want to express.
If I muse on, I speak Hindi with friends, Telugu with family, English in Profession and to write on.. I see things as I am made, cause I rely on my perception over reality.. And when immense depth of feelings hit you, you may be at loss for words. Guess I am blessed in that sense that I had great grand parents who introduced me to the world of Telugu Literature and my parents encouraged me in every means possible.
Thanks to the advent of globalization, English is slowly taking the place of mothertongue and ‘Amma’ is becoming ‘mom’.. With all fairness, I accept and respect English as any indian language yet I only mourn about the dwindling focus on native languages. Are we missing only the language or a breadth of cultural experience? Think it up..