Saturday, December 13, 2008

Enngleesh - in its profound glory - the often misspelled words

Glory of English:

From Chaucer to our contemporary authors, English is considered almost pious. The Queen's language lived in glory and splendor till a decade ago... Now the state of English is pathetic, especially after the SMS culture came into existence. Vowels and consonants seized to exist. The state of diphthongs, is fatal. Phonetics? what does that mean? Is linguistics the brother of gymnastics?

English with just 26 letters, is generally thought to be the simplest language on earth. A language built up on 26 letters is amazing.

But within just a handful of letters, how many words can be misspelled..

My childish attempt to rhyme and write...

ei or ie, we are confused when we write,
it's then the words jump to end their life.

Homonyms, homophones, homographs
It's fun to know the very facts.

Bear tried to kill Jack with its bare hands,
Jack had to bear the brunt of the bear.

Speed is what we thrive to do
If we forget to Brake, will break a head or two.

100 cents makes a dollar
Jack sent his wife to buy a stroller
She smelled the scent of a broiler
And forget all about the stroller.

The people who lives in Desert
do they have dates as their Dessert?

The dinner was perfect
The wine complemented the feast
The hosts were perfect
And were complimented for their treat.

The King who reigned Prussia
Rode high holding his horse's reins,
And the horse started to panic
As it started to Rain.

Drew looked at his new site
The building looked a perfect sight
When asked for the legal owner
He cited the document which held his right.

Now the professional google with funny misspellings.

Eye Halve a Spelling Chequer http://www.waylink-english.co.uk/?page=16100

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its really ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

(Sauce unknown)







Why can't the English speak learn to speak?? - My Fair Lady

Watch the video along with the lyrics... it's fun.


video


Higgins:
Look at her, a prisoner of the gutter,
Condemned by every syllable she utters.
By right she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.

Eliza:
Aaoooww!

Higgins:
Aaoooww!
Heavens, what a noise!
This is what the British population,
Calls an elementary education.

Pickering:
Come, sir, I think you picked a poor example.

Higgins:
Did I?
Hear them down in Soho square,
Dropping "h's" everywhere.
Speaking English anyway they like.
You sir, did you go to school?

Man:
Wadaya tike me for, a fool?

Higgins:
No one taught him 'take' instead of 'tike'!

Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse,
Hear a Cornishman converse,
I'd rather hear a choir singing flat.
Chickens cackling in a barn,
Just like this one here.

Eliza:
Garn!

Higgins:
I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that?

It's "Aaoooww" and "Garn" that keep her in her place.
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.

Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now,
Should be antique.
If you spoke as she does, sir,
Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too!

Pickering:
I beg your pardon!

Higgins: An Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him.
The moment he talks he makes some other Englishman despise him.
One common language I'm afraid we'll never get,
Oh, why can't the English learn to

set a good example to people whose
English is painful to your ears?
The Scots and the Irish leave you close to tears.
There even are places where English completely disappears.

In America, they haven't used it for years!

Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian,
the Greeks are taught their Greek.
In France every Frenchman knows his language from "A" to "Zed"

The French never care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly.

Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning,
The Hebrews learn it backwards,
which is absolutely frightening.
But use proper English and you're regarded as a freak.

Why can't the English,
Why can't the English,
Learn To Speak?



Friday, December 12, 2008

Me growing horns? : ( Give me a break!!! uh...life is tough with a difficult kid around


I wanted to sleep with out a hitch
no sound, no complaints or a twitch.
Closed my eyes and about to drift
heard my window clanged with a stick.
Cursing god for not giving an ear lid
went about clearing with a mop stick.

Laying down to sleep light if not sound
wishing my sanity stays around
a cat's mew, woke me this time
muffled voices adding to the strain.
Sure something gone amiss
woke again to see what it is...
The kitchen sink full of foam
The cat mewing undertone.
Poor cat frightened and soggy
holding for it's life and feeling draggy.

Counted to ten and went back to my pen
wide awake and at my wit's end.
I just pray I find a little quiet
some silent moments out of riots
if i do not find some little peace here
i will lose my mind for sure.

There came the reason for all this pain
looked like an angel with no complaints
wobbly lips and cherubic smile
walked with his cat leaving a trail.
felt like thrashing him with a pole
but laughed and laughed till my throat turned sore.

A sorry etched all over his face
And not so sure about his place
looked at me with looks forlorn
I shook my head and felt for horns
he with his teddy and me with my pillow
a perfect combo with out a need for a trio
We started to laugh and hugged each other
End of story between a son and his mother.

The ?fun continues....

Monday, December 8, 2008

slithery slimy divine love


Tiny rivulets in the stream
wriggling it's way towards the sea.
Fluffy clouds race ahead
wanting to join it's mom abreast.

Beautiful sea, clear and crisper
thrusting its hands, waiting to be lifted.
Tiny buds waving to and fro
waiting for the sun to make it glow.

Looking at your eyes and crook of your brows
even your flaws look grand on the whole.
Be it day or be it night, let the world be against my side
lift your hand or call my name, will rush to you like a tide.

Love is magic; love is wile
it slithers in like a snail
I watched it raise and enter the hole
where my heart lay with out a ray of hope.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Act of carrying a conversation



My house was full yesterday, my mom's best friend's family along with the whole herd of sons, daughters, sons-in-law, daughters-in-law, grandchildren visited us. It's quite fascinating to watch people when they are in their element. Excited, everybody started to talk at once. Each one of them wanted to be heard but none willing to listen.

I was excited myself, seeing them after a long time and wanted to talk too. But I knew after sometime however hard I pitched in, I cannot compete with them, started to listen instead. The zest in them amazed me.

The topic was a wedding. One of their relative's son got married that day. They were all there to attend the wedding and since the venue was close to my house, they dropped in. It started with how the hosts treated them. The conversation turned to jewels, silk sarees, bride's hair style, gift they bought and the gift they received, about the caterer who catered the lunch. WHEW! Short of planning for the newly wedded's first born kid, all other topics were covered. Their eye for details was amazing.

Now the time for coffee and snacks... My mom always make wonderful coffee freshly brewed. Being her daughter, I was expected to make coffee the way she does. Though my hands reached for the instant, I restrained myself. They loved the coffee and the snacks and was quiet for a while.

They started to talk about current affairs, Mumbai blasts, lethargy of the government, the current threat of recession and they felt sorry for me as I work for an IT company. They wanted to know, if I will be in trouble and they backed their statement with numerous examples. Everyone had a relative who got fired recently. Though the question was addressed to me, they did not expect a reply from me and I did not give them one. I sat there bemused, smiled, nodded and added a word or two wherever required...

I used to be a chatterbox myself, but now I have trained myself to talk less. I feel it's waste of energy, as I do not gain anything out of empty conversations. Not that I am very intelligent and converse wittily all the time. Atleast, I want to stick to people who make meaningful conversations, so that I can gain something out of it.

Again a spell of quietness, it was tranquil for 10 minutes while they sat contended and closed their eyes. After all the talking and munching may be they thought that they needed some rest but suddenly my mom's friend wanted to go to the temple and the kids wanted to go to Marina beach.

We stay adjacent to a famous temple and very close to the beach. Either way they wanted me to act as their guide. After an argument, they decided to go to temple.

I took them inside the temple and started to join the queue of devotees who waited for their turn to have their darshan. They were disappointed and annoyed at me and asked a resident of that place for more than 15 years how I never knew someone who can usher us inside the temple directly. What they did not know was I detest to jump queues. Moreover the queue was a small one and it would take max 15 mts to reach the sanctum sanctorum. My point was when the Deity is standing there for years to bless us, why can't we stand for 15 minutes and think about him peacefully. Grumbling they yielded.

They left our house late in the evening and when I locked the door and turned to go in, it was like silence after a storm. I sighed and started to clear off things... But I sort of missed the life and spirit in them, while enjoyed the space and peace.

Who knows! One of them would be writing a blog on the same topic. I would really love to read the other side of this. It would be interesting to know what they thought of me. The few adjectives that crosses my mind is haughty, arrogant, proud, insolent, supercilious, disdainful; that's just to name a few : )

Now looking at the length of my post, it sounds like "pot calling the kettle black" ; )

Friday, December 5, 2008

Does your heart race? you're doomed ;)




Interesting things comes up at the least expected moments... Found my old diary dusted it and came across some of my scribbles... a poetry dated 15 years back and ofcourse I had to edit before publishing... Ah feeling young again :)

When love decides to play
Strikes in a frenzied way
Sheathed in an armour
Wrench the heart away.

A bolt of thunder
jolting the soul
A shimmer of lightning
cut into a gore.

Emotions playing rampant
memories at a trance
Heart playing havoc
nerves set to dance.

A corner smile, a silent tear
makes love agile
A slight nod from the beloved
Potent than a wine.

Whispered sweet nothings
sessions on hand holding
Gazing eye to eye
sighing at each other.

Love can be overwhelming
knocking on the unexpected door
Comes once in a lifetime
Stays for the rest.

When love decides to play
Strikes in a frenzied way
Sheathed in an armour
Wrench the heart away.

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