Archive | January, 2014

Thank you folks!

24 Jan

I cannot pretend that I am not pleased. The good folks at The Jalebi Chronicles have listed my blog among the 10 Indian Blogs You Must Follow. We are living in times where it is important to blow your own trumpet to be heard and I am clearly blowing mine till my lungs are emptied of the last bit of air. I derive confidence from the fact that as readers of my blog, you have put up with worse things in the past, and I am sure you will bear with me yet again.

I am grateful to all my readers and to the young and sassy team at the Jalebi Chronicles (yes, I looked you up and unless your pictures are airbrushed heavily, you all look really young) for encouraging me to write better, if not more often.

I must mention that this blog would not have been possible without the silent support of Olly, my geriatric shih tzu who struggles to wait up with me on those nights when I blog till the cows mosquitos come home. It must be mentioned that it is very disheartening when he  passes out within twenty minutes of us being alone and as I write to the sound of the soft humming of his snores, I wonder  if this is the best that I inspire out of people (dogs are people too, you know?).

Being on this list, is therefore, all the more meaningful to me as it has proven that Olly’s reaction to my writing is in no way an indication of the effect my blogs have on people.

Before I sign off, I also want to mention that I love my kids, my parents, my husband and my sister Kaveri whose unfailing commitment to alcohol is legendary. As I have clarified in my earlier posts, my sister is not a dipsomaniac or a recovering alcoholic but just a really smart Diageo executive who would like nothing better than for me to endorse her spirits. If she could have her way, she would even make me sign my ‘will’ off with a Johnnie Walker – Keep Walking.

So even though it makes no sense here, and I would rather be asking you to Keep Reading, I just have to say Keep Walking, you lovely people.

And here’s the link: http://thejalebichronicles.wordpress.com/2014/01/22/10-indian-blogs-you-must-follow/

#Mind your language

14 Jan

Haven’t written a word in days. This can only mean that either my mind is a clutter of thoughts or we are on ground zero mentally and the brain cells are on a strike.

In any event, the fact that I have not been writing is a matter that has caused me some amount of concern. My older child hears me mumble something about how I will forget to write if I do not keep up with it and says, “What an odd thing to say, mamma. Do you ever forget how to eat food or how to walk? Isn’t writing like that too? Once you know it, you just know it!”

This is not true. Once you stop writing, your thoughts stop being coherent and words become elusive. Not that that should be a problem in the times we live in. If anything, this should work to my advantage in connecting with GenNext, that is assuming I wish to connect with them at all. But for those of you who are eager to bridge the gap between yourself and the incessantly Whataspping, Instagramming peeps of our times, you need to brush up on your lingo. This is not very hard to do as long as you can bring yourself to using words like cray cray (crazy crazy), totes (totally), amazog  (amazing, I assume) and you easily feel stoked (euphoric) about stuff. “Are you stoked about a totally cray cray Christmas?” This was one of the bizarre lines that I got off the net when I doing some research online to enrich my vocabulary with these new words.

Since the lines between real language and Internet language are already blurring, who am I to stand in judgment of those who are twerking (yeah, that too) all over the English language with gay abandon.

Although my children are still too young to talk this talk, the one word that even my ten-year-old has picked up and is using generously, much to my annoyance, is #epic.

If you can find a whole bunch of things around you #epic, you would have proven that you are younger than you look. Everything is epic lately. Epic cheescake, epic car, epic game, epic cocktail, epic haircut …just so you have an idea.

Walk around a college campus for a bit and you will learn to find the world around you epic too. When something is not epic then it is #sick. You heard that right, when something is amazing beyond words, the expression used by this articulate generation is “It’s sick.” The match was sick. Jay Z’s new video is sick. Beyonce’s new song is sick.

However, if in spite of learning these words, you fail to use a hashtag (#) when you actually write in the language previously known as English, punctuations and upper lower case in place (*loser*), you should know that you are Epic Fail at tapping into your inner fool youth. When you use hashtag (#), you are excused from using space, punctuation marks. #lovetoeatwildstrawberries or #hangingwithmybestie or #someonepleasegivemevalium

The other word I want to give you is #ridonkulous. This is a word that will work better than an anti wrinkle/filler cream in convincing people that you are young. It means ‘ridiculous to another level’. Of course, you might sound ridiculous to another level when you use ridonkulous, but only to the ‘has beens’ born in the 60s, 70s and 80s.

Chances are that if, unlike me, you are gainfully employed or actually have a life, you would not have come across these bizarre, mentally stunting slang words. If you do not go to cafes, read/rant on Twitter or have only geriatrics on your Facebook friends list, you will be spared having to read these words, in your present lifetime at least.

You will also unlikely to have the good fortune of hearing someone tell you that they heart you. If you really must know, “I heart you” means that the person loves you but is not ready to say it yet. I am wondering how I would react if someone said “I heart you” to me. Would I wince or would I blush a scarlet hue? I think mostly, I will be just embarrassed that a person whose vocabulary includes a repertoire of tots cray cray (totally crazy crazy) slang found me worthy of his “heart”.

But as they say, when you can’t beat them, join them. Ignoring the fact that Wren and Martin (no GenNext, it is not the name of a deli in South Kensington, or the choreographer duo from Bandra) might be spinning in their graves, my friend Sangeeta and I decided to be our usual avant-garde selves by committing these words to memory and starting our year by using them without hesitation.

I used to shudder, cringe and generally go into an epileptic spasm each time I read or heard this ‘new and improved English’ myself, but since Sangeeta, we brought in the New Year by hashtagging our conversations liberally and generally sounding #mentally deranged.

I would elaborate more on the range of my linguistic skills if I did not have to rush and take a #selfie of myself. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get to work.

Oh and here is a link to Justin Timberlake doing a spoof on the hashtag culture in this conversation with Jimmy Falon. Do watch it.

 

 

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