just logging onto blogger and reading the date of my last post as one in dec makes me realise i'm seriously suffering from a minor attack of 'writer's block'! i've got so much to say and so little time to actually sit down in front of my pc, type and still make sense of my jumbled up thoughts that a sunday afternoon just has to sacrifice its sleep for the literary cause :D
emoticons, i've come to notice, rule our lives. i wasn't intending to write on emotions displayed by a sickly yellow faced non-human like thing, but when i placed that beaming grin at the end of my sentence just so that the reader may know that i am in a happy mood, i realised that maybe i don't trust my writing skills any more than i trust the intelligence of a chihuahua. sad simile. sadder topic.
moving onto why i've chosen language today as my topic of choice, my sense of grammar and pure language have gone down the western yamuna canal that flows nest to my d'ling college! i simply crave for a challenging conversation that will make me dig out words i know but chose to ignore, make me sit up and make an effort to be flawless in my line of thought and perfect in my diction! ahh...what days! as of my current situation, any speech slurring grammar marauding piece of crap will pass because it achieved its aim of getting the point across! i'm getting hyper about it because i miss good language. my own vocabulary is so varied now that i can count the number of swear words i know beyond my ten fingers. bad thing to flaunt but thats all i get to hear everyday all around me and practically used as an endearment for my friends who then have the gall to pretend that 'good' girls shouldn't listen to all this and actually make us close our ears, when they realise we're in earshot. phew!
the weirdest thing is when i come home after five days of pure college with its freedom, bad food, lingo at al i take time to get back to having things being done for me and actually behaving myself! i use my college lingo(see the effect on language?) with my unsuspecting parents, esp ma, and leave them boggled about precisely what i said! issme koi fight nai hai...panga tab hota hai jab ***** ma ke samne yaad nai aata ki main apne hi ghar pe hon!
so hoping i get some freaking good convos real soon so that i may mind my language!
1 comment:
Oh well... the wretched boat we self-proclaimed masters of the language find ourselves in when we reach the end of second year of an engineering school. (That sentence was not meant to be mocking..it just sounds that way, I'm being sincere). Extremely relevant post...made much more convincing by the fact that you used 'at al' when the correct expression is 'et al' :P Just couldn't help but noticing! Nice blog by the way, good that you continue to write; I don't even blush any more when I admit that my blog has been ignored for more than a year now.
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