Thursday, May 19, 2016

Last Citadel of English

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My maternal cousin (brother in Ishani's lingo), BVS Prasad, has taken to writing Telugu stories and sketching Telugu cartoons after his retirement. His dad had translated Gita into Telugu verses, and genes tell. 

Prasad has become an outstanding success, publishing 50 odd stories in reputed Telugu magazines. Many of these have won awards at the state and national and international levels. 

He has recently compiled about 25 of these stories and published them as a paperback. And he was kind enough to gift me a copy which arrived yesterday. I started reading the booklet at once and finished it by the evening.

Meanwhile Ishani arrived at my sofa and asked what it was that I was reading so studiously. I gave her the booklet and she took it in her hands and exclaimed:

"Oh! Your brother writes stories in Telugu?"

"Yes"

"How great!"

And she left me.

And I was left wondering. 

When I was her age (6) I knew only Telugu language and script. We had our first lessons in the English alphabet after we reached Class 6 (Ishani is in Class 2 and her second language is Hindi...the first has been English for 5 years; and in future her third would be French or German...not Telugu, no way).

When I was her age I did see English books on my father's table and wondered:

"Oh! They write in English! How great!"


Times have changed...

I have been buying many English classics of late and also reading them. Building what I call Ishani's future Home Library.

The latest two I finished reading are Homer's Penguin Classics: Iliad and Odessey. In exquisite prose by the English scholar EV Rieu.

And then I felt nostalgic about our own epics. I had read C Rajagoplachari's Ramayan and Mahabharat when I was in my first year at our university. So I ordered both of them. 

And started reading his Mahabharat.

The tales are familiar and nice. But the English is horrible...to me at my age.

No Englishman ever writes that pedantically...for example: "He was wroth".

RKN wrote almost like an Englishman and that was why Graham Greene was enchanted enough with his prose that he took young RKN under his wings and broke his publishing jinx.

But CR is different...I suspect Hemingway shot himself dead on reading CR's Mahabharat ;)

Anyway, the British were wicked to the inhabitants of their world-wide empire and sucked their blood relentlessly. So Great Britain should sink into the sea and vanish if there were any justice on this earth.

But not their language, not to worry...the Indian version of it would survive and thrive forever...at least as long as I keep blogging...






...Posted by Ishani

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Friday, May 6, 2016

Omenology

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When I was a little boy of 10 our whole family was preparing to travel from Kadapa to Nellore by a cavalcade of jalopies to celebrate the marriage of my uncle. Just before locking up, my grannie went into her kitchen for a last minute checkup. And there was a cry from her. Everyone rushed and found that she was bitten by a scorpion. My medico uncle, the groom, gave her a painkiller injection. And she was ok in a few minutes.

Everyone said that getting bitten by a scorpion just before journey was a good omen. We traveled soon and the marriage went off without a hitch.

I overheard then that seeing a dead body on the way was the best omen possible on a journey to celebrate a wedding.

45 years later, my student Kapeel sent us his wedding card with the scrawl:

"Sir, you are cordially invited to the funeral of my bachelorhood"

Then I recalled the dead-body omen...some sense there...






...Posted by Ishani

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Thursday, May 5, 2016

Gutsy Poesy

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Hyderabad: For the third consecutive day, city witnessed rain at different places in the evening on Wednesday. The temperature came down bringing relief from heat. Billboards were ripped apart and trees uprooted at several places by gutsy winds.

...ToI Page 3 Thursday May 5, 2016







...Posted by Ishani

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Thursday, April 28, 2016

Imposition DC Style

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....DC Page 7 Thursday 28 April 2016






...Posted by Ishani

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Monday, April 18, 2016

Colonal Cancer

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Three years ago Dipak Munshi (from Wales) gifted Roald Dahl's book, The Enormous Crocodile, to little Ishani. 

Ishani was then in her nursery class and so we two read it together...me reading and she listening with rapt attention. 

Both of us loved it.

Of late I have been in the thick of building up Ishani's Home Library. And I have been ordering books of my boyhood like Treasure Island...and she has been opening the packets...and a wee disappointed that all the books I was buying are beyond her.

Like Treasure Island's famous pun verse:

"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest"

So I asked her to choose one of Roald Dahl's Children's Books among a dozen. She picked up and herself ordered his Marvellous Joke Book and was expecting its arrival with bated breath everyday.

The packet arrived this afternoon and she opened it and kept it aside...she was busy viewing Mr Bean's exploits on her i-pad. And she went out now with her mom.

So I started reading it and found it worse reading for her than Treasure Island. Most of his jokes are British colloquial and equally punny...not funny...I am allergic to puns and rarely indulge in them.

Here is a sample from the book:

Q: Why was the teacher cross-eyed?

A: Because he couldn't control his PUPILS....ha ha ha...


So I thought I would invent one as a revenge. Here it is:


Q: Which is the cancer that army men are most prone to?

A: Colonal Cancer.

Sorry....







...Posted by Ishani

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Thursday, April 7, 2016

Reflected Glory

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There was a time when IIT KGP was the only IIT in the country...now there are dozens.

And then IIT KGP was famous for its teachers. When I joined it as a junior faculty in 1965 I used to hear lots of names of great teachers (as apart from mere good teachers).

Many of our alumni used to express how lucky they were to have been taught by such famous teachers.


The boot is on the other leg now.

This morning I was lounging on the lawn bench and an old man sat beside me and asked me for my introduction (which I don't feel like nowadays).

Anyway, after learning that I retired as a teacher from IIT KGP, he shook my hands and said:

"Oh! My son always speaks high about it"

"Why?"

"He works for Google and says that his ultimate boss, the CEO of his company, was a student of IIT KGP!"

"Not only he. But the CM of Delhi was also our student"

"Oh! How lucky you are!!!!!!!!"









...Posted by Ishani

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Friday, April 1, 2016

Suicidal Syntax

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"...a tent symbolic of a Dalit ghetto where Rohit was staying before he committed suicide with four other research scholars who were suspended..."

...DC Front Page Friday 1 April 2016



gps:  Hi! DC CORRESPONDENT!: The four other research scholars who were 'suspended' are, happily, alive...they didn't commit suicide with Rohit...and may sue you for criminal defamation!



...Posted by Ishani

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