Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Red Marker Blogathon -- The End


RMB ends today.

Some last minute entries came scooting in:

Shub made a list of things which get her goat.

The Footloose Doll makes her own helter-skelter list
.

And at the very end, an endearing post from Cee on her older daughter S learning to speak Hindi in a non-Hindi atmosphere.

Thank you, everybody, for your participation. Over 50 posts, a dozen or so links -- wow, you guys really know how to make a blogathon go.

I know I didn't promise any prizes... But it would really make my day if you guys would take the time for a coffee and some chocolate cake for yourselves some time this week. Think of it as an extended virtual RMB party. :)

UPDATE
I made a cinnamon chocolate bundt last night and Vicky made me some coffee this morning. You can see me reflected in the face of the clock!

Monday, June 28, 2010

Last Call for Contributions to RMB


June is ending so would you please send me any last posts, ideas, questions or links you wish to contribute to the Red Marker Blogathon? I'll be putting up a final update on the 30th.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Indi Bindi

My mother wasn't one for stories or songs when I was young (I suspect it had something to do with me being the secondborn and a girlchild on top of that -- I'm willing to wager good money she sang to my brother before I came on the scene and probably even made up stories for him like she does for Rahul and...) where was I? Oh yes, so there was this one song she would sing for me and I loved it to bits. Rahul and I sing it a lot even though he, like his beloved Giga (my aunt) tends to feel rather sorry for Indi Bindi.

The song goes like this:

Indi bindi shindi
OoNki maarey
Gachher aaraal theke
Shonibarey

Ek din naakey shurey
Gaayichhilo gaan
Tai shune Indi Bindi'r urey gelo pran!

Indi'r khidey pelo,

Gachh theke nemey elo
Khi-churi khabey boley kaaNdilo RE!

Ma takey du gha dilo

Khaowa taar guchhe geylo
Raag kore Indi Bindi shute geylo RE!

[The capital N in the middle of words indicates a nasal intonation and the "RE!" is meant to be yelled out loud.]

It roughly translates as follows:
Indi Bindi shindi
Peeks
From behind the trees
On a Saturday

One day in a nasal twang
He sang loud and clear
Hearing that Indi Bindi
Nearly fainted from fear

Indi felt hungry
And climbed down from the tree
Went whining for khichudi RE!

Two smacks from his mother
Put end to the pother
In high dugeon Indi went off to bed RE!

I always suspected Indi looked rather like this chap from one of my favourite children's books.

(I could have found you an easier link to read about Beastly Boys and Ghastly Girls but since this particular review was written by me, I thought I'd shill it a bit, why not.)

This is my contribution to the Tulika Blogathon 4: Rhymes, Chants and Playground Songs.

Do join in if you have childhood rhymes to share. The more languages the merrier.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Red Marker Blogathon Update 9


I've received the same hilarious Oatmeal link on misspellings from three people (if not more): Shivani, Srin and Mona, I think. Do check it out.

Missed mentioning the Footloose Doll's take on being a grammar Nazi (my apologies, Footloose) earlier.

Cee Kay blogs again, asking you to pliss not spik to her in Hinglish.

And lastly, Anamika helps you sidestep a few common errors in English -- but you should read her post for the anecdotes at the end. I'm still laughing over the last one.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

A Single Sue in the City

The boys, as I mentioned before, came home on Sunday night. Rahul left town on May 28 with M'pishi. He stayed with them in Delhi for over 9 days and then Cousin J, on her way back to her college, dropped him off at Madras on June 6. Vicky and I went over the following weekend: I to return that Monday morning, Vicky to spend the week there for Jamai shashti. So what with all this to-ing and fro-ing, I spent a week on my own at home.

I really looked forward to that week, despite wanting to stay on a wee bit longer in Madras, because I haven't had a week on my own at home since, oh, March 2005. I loved every minute of it, too. Even when it was boring and I missed the boys I wouldn't have changed things for a minute.

I got back to town on Monday morning. I found an AC bus waiting outside the airport terminus so without waiting for a prepaid, I sprinted for the bus and caught it and rode it all the way to Haldirams on VIP Road before being brought to realise that the bag wasn't mine. I jumped out under the bridge to Rajarhat, jumped into a cab where the cabbie charged me an exorbitant fare for the short drive back, hurriedly exchanged bags with profuse apologies and managed to find myself another bus. I still needed to take another cab from Esplanade to Kyd St and walk thereafter, dragging my bag behind me on those awful footpaths. Despite all this I spent less on the journey to office than I would've on a pre-paid. (Buses rule.)

It was a long, full day at work and I got home after 8. Brought the fishes back home, did some laundry, grabbed a quick dinner and went off to watch Rajneeti with Sen and Shuki. For once, after a movie I was too tired for coffee!

Tuesday afternoon I had a pleasant lunch with S-B-L. Had spent the morning feeling rather low about various things, but that lunch cheered me up no end and I went back to work all enthused. Another late evening at work, then a quick dash home to pick up nightwear and a change of clothes and by 9 I was being welcomed by the SRE at Dipali's. She'd gone to the trouble of making minestrone, pasta, cutlets etc with a brownie and ice cream dessert and that literally was the cherry on top of a total turnaround of a day. We chatted late into the night, she and I, and the next morning, E called and we chatted for nearly an hour.

Wednesday morning was mostly peaceful. D and I dallied over breakfast and she packed me a huge box of pasta for lunch. She dropped me off near work. There was nearly a crazy accident on the road but it was not as bad as it could have been, thank god. Another long, full day at work, but I managed to leave slightly earlier, dashing out just in time to watch Sex and the City 2 with Dana and Shuki. It was fun, although not the same as watching it with Maitra, and we had Subways for dinner afterwards. Went over to Nosh for coffee and french fries and then came home to dress fittings and a mad loot exchange where Dana brought out the stuff she'd got us from China while I brought out all the Janpath goodies that Ma and Mejopishi had bought for me and which hadn't fitted. We three went home happy campers, satisfied with our spoils. I got a lovely lacy parasol and a pretty folding umbrella trimmed with green lace as well as a dinky spaghetti top.

Thursday dawned with a more philosophical me. After three rather full days I decided to spend an evening at home and what was more, go home at a decent hour too. But you know what they say about the best laid plans of Sues and, um, mice. I not only stayed back late, I popped in to visit the mother-in-law afterwards, it being her wedding anniversary. We chatted and she fed me Maggi and it was a pleasant hour and yet another night that I got home past 9. I caught up with some of my sewing afterwards. My pile is neverending, though. Too many things need alteration or mending. No sooner have I tackled one lot than something else pops a seam or loses a button or is too tight to wear.

We had plans to party on Friday but decided to make Saturday night's plans bigger and skip the Friday. The washing machine technician came over in the morning and changed some pipe so my baby no longer leaks. Later that day I came home around my usual time, read a very little and fell asleep. Oh, how I slept. I woke up at 11.30 pm, groggy and with my errands not run. Spent some time gabbing with friends on the 'net so by the time I finally ventured out to drop off cheques and fill some petrol, it was 2. Still, the roads were free and it was all pretty peaceful, so I was home soon enough. I was up till the early hours, sewing and ironing and catching up on a week's worth of little things.

Saturday dawned bright and clear. I cooked like a madwoman, baking a chocolate cinnamon cake in my new Bundt pan from Shejomama, trying out a recipe for chicken butter masala from a recent recipe exchange, storing up on alu ke parathey and so on. In between I finished Shuki's famous dress and watched Julie and Julia. What a wonderful movie! Now I want to master the art of French cooking! The girls came over after 9 and it was nearly 10 before we settled down to dressing up and messing around with makeup. I haven't done that kind of thing in so long.

We tried out looks and lipsticks and discarded dresses until the bed was covered. Eventually we all found a look we liked. I tried out nude gloss and liked it even though it made me look very different from what I'm used to seeing in the mirror. Shuki fitted into that dress like a dream, thank god, and was forcibly made to wear crimson and blue and green glass earrings with it, much against her inclination. Dana wore the prettiest black and white strappy tube with bright red lips. Unfortunately, by the time we got to Park, our concert was over and nothing really exciting was happening anywhere else either. After some chitchat at Roxy and Someplace, we went in search of rolls. Wonder of wonders, at midnight on a Saturday all the shops were closed so we went home and had cake (since we couldn't have bread -- if you think about it, parathas are flatbreads) and tried to watch Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani but oh god, it's so bad. I fell asleep while the girls watched J and J.

Buttermilk pancakes made for a late Sunday breakfast and I let D and S do the cooking, feeling quite pampered as they served me. After they left around noon I fell asleep once more, only waking in time to have a quick lunch and a bath before setting off for the satsang for Dipali's father along with Evie. That was very peaceful and it was fun seeing the whole Taneja gang together. The youngest Master Taneja took some time to recover from my haircut. Evie and I got a lift back home with some common friends and I had one last hour left to me of my week, which I spent surfing the 'net.

Then Dada (my brother) arrived and we drove down to Dum Dum to pick the boys up. That was quite adventurous too, since I've never driven all that way on my own (Dada doesn't drive so he doesn't count) and I had to deal with raucous and hostile cabbies, a scary lorry and so on, but hey, I did it even if my knees felt rather shaky afterwards.

It was a lovely week. It felt a bit strange but not too much since Vicky and I don't talk much anyway and he is either asleep or in his own world in front of the Mac when he is home. Rahul had been away for over two weeks so I'd got used to even that additional quietness. And I freely admit I loved not having to pick up after them every evening, finding things just as I left them, not needing to cook or clean or wash unless I wanted to, being able to have people over or pick up and leave just because I felt like it... at one point, during an online chat, Vicky said I sounded like I used to do in college. The week really was like that. I fitted in as much as I could into every mad day, stayed back at work like I normally would if left to my own devices, had no-one to answer to and no responsibilities to hold me back. I didn't particularly want to carry on like that, but it felt nice to give rein to that mad girl inside me still. Some days I wonder if all I am is this sniping, carping nag of a wife and mum. Well, guess what, I'm not. Not yet, at least.

In general Vicky tries to free me for whatever outing I wish to go for and I can, in theory, do everything I did last week even when the boys are around. But obviously it's no fun if I'm wondering all the while if Vicky's discovered that curry in the back of the 'fridge for lunch or whether I have enough shirts ironed to see Rahul through the week or... you get the picture. I suppose the feeling of freedom is all in the head. And I know I wouldn't want it all the time. But sometimes, it's a nice feeling.

Talking of nice things, here is a photograph of Shuki wearing the dress.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Red Marker Blogathon Update 8


Sorry for the delay. The boys came home on Sunday night and life has been rather full ever since. Let us start off with a question from Asha:

Here's a question for the blogathon - which one is right?
1. She delivered a baby.
2. She was delivered of a baby.

99% of the world seems to be going with the first one and I read somewhere that the second one is the correct usage. Any idea?

Who wants to answer that one?

Chinkurli contributes video footage of some Grammar Nazis.

Saya quietly makes her point.

Suki Ma'am-ma'am wields her red marker.

Richa explains the difference between 'ki' and 'kee' for written Hindi. As an aside, I'd like to say that I'm very happy she's talking about a language other than English. As an Indian living in India I feel quite as many people (if not more) mangle Hindi as do English. I plead guilty to it myself!

Zephyr speaks Indish.

And lastly, Itchy scratches her head over titles and introductions.

I think that's it. Anybody I forgot?

UPDATE:

1. How could I forget? Dipali posted on the endearing aspect of accidental hilarity.

2. Ajay compiles an arbit list of common cases of language gone wild.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

The Arijit Sen Jokes

Which Jane Austen does Arijit Sen like the most? Sen-se and Sensibility!

What did people say about Arijit Sen's award-winning documentary? That it was Sen-sational!

Why did the aliens kidnap Arijit Sen? Because he was a perfect sample of a Sen-tient being.

Why did Arijit Sen cry while watching ‘Mohabbatein’? Because he is Sen-timental!

What do people in Delhi call Arijit Sen? Ari Puttar.

...

Other people have generously contributed:

Srin: Where would Arijit Sen like to go on his next holiday? Sen-tosa Island.

Dipali & Sandeep: You do know that the world is divided into two groups of people. The Sens and the non Sens.

M had a query: What does the sen-sei think of all the creativity he has triggered off ?
To which Sen replied: i had sensed (sic) this was coming

Greatbong
wanted to know: Is Arjit sensuous?
To which I said: I believe your common Sen-se can answer that one.

M then got into the act with: Knock knock who's there ? Sen-or Sen
(Senor Sen, geddit?)

In the meantime the Bagchi said: Isn't Arijit sen-soring these?

R added: What wud u call a hyped up lecture conducted by the famous Sen? Sen- session.

A profitable week's work, I think. If you think Sen needs some weak tea and sympathy, you can offer him some here.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Red Marker Blogathon Update 7


First, Abha:

Sue, this one is for you! Something i just read on a friend's FB status "unlike = not similar...dislike = do not like!" Loved it! :D

Then XKCD.

Finally, a grin.

This Red Marker business is fun.

UPDATE
Query from Ro:
You said we could do questions right? My question is how do you do CAPS in titles. Do you start all the words in CAPS or do you leave out the conjunctions, prepositions, pronouns and other small words

Ro, I leave out prepositions. Am unsure on articles so I tend to leave them out as well.
E. g. In Which Annie Decides to Take a Walk

Red Marker Blogathon Update 6


Warning: Am compiling in a hurry, I am pretty sure I am missing one link at least and 1 FB status message out here. I'll add them but if you find your link missing please leave it in the comment section for this post. Sorry for the trouble.

In the meantime, go check out the 'lusher' grass on Evie's blog.

Chinkurli 'returns back' with the Red Marker.

Amrita over at Indiequill goes red
, 'irregardless' of how much of a snob this makes her.

JLT gives you a hilarious poem that strikes a wry chord with anybody who has had to learn English as an adult (I can't empathise but I do sympathise.)

A friend from my schooldays and equally responsible for the N Commandments, Padma, talks money for RMB.

Richa explains the postpositions used in Hindi. Richa, I can't comment at your blog for some reason, so I'll tell you why I consistently mix the 'ka' and 'ki' -- I hardly ever know the gender of the noun that follows! I mean, I don't know what the gender of a kamra or topi or whatever is. I suppose this is one thing you only pick up with practice.

Timepass posts some amusing incidents centred around the usage of Indian English.

And saving the best for the last, one of my favourite bloggy babies (he's an ex baby really, but I knew him since he was one and that's all that matters) Ayaan has been marked red. Because, you know, his Mama said so.

That's it from me for now. And some time later, if you are all good little children, I shall post the Arijit Sen jokes.


P. S.
Don't forget to re-send me your link(s) if you don't see it/them here. I haven't yet seen a post to which I wouldn't link.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I'm Late, I'm Late

I know it and I'm sorry. I have a lot of linking up to do and I've been back in Cal since yesterday. Am very busy with work just now, but will do the RMB update asap. Father-mother-god-promise. Or wait, do I mean Ma Kali'r dibbi? Either way, just give me a wee while.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Main Maike Challi Jaoongi

But don't worry, I'll only be gone for the weekend. Rahul left Calcutta on the 28th of May. He went to Delhi for ten days and then Cousin J dropped him off at Madras. I'm looking forward to finally getting to meet him tonight.

Vicky stays there with him all of next week while I return on Monday morning. He, unlike me, has been invited to Jamai Shashti. Not that I plan to repine. A week on my own... the last time I had that was in March 2005. Even in April I was changing homes every weekend. Sen is in town, Dana and Shuki are free, so I'm planning to party!

RMB updates will resume on Monday, with luck. Have a nice weekend, everybody. Here's a picture of what Rahul's been up to with Dadu this week.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Red Marker Blogathon Update 5


Before I start the update, let’s talk about RMB for a quick minute, shall we? The idea of this blogathon is to educate and amuse but the laughter is not meant to be either personal or malicious. If you make the mistakes listed out by the participants, know that you are not the only one! I have learnt and re-learnt a fair amount in the last ten days and so, I am sure, have many others who are following RMB. Bloggers, I’m happy to see, have been pretty polite in their comment spaces, ranting and explaining with equal fervour. So please, do not take these posts personally. Gayatri, this means you!

Now, Itchy sends in another list and this one covers some words that came into English from other languages. Which reminds me, how do you pronounce Quixote? Apparently there are two acceptable ways: “Kee-yo-tay” and “Quick-zote”… I prefer the first, myself.

Debo has chipped in with this link she found pertinent. It reminds me of something that manages to annoy me every time I read it – ‘naan bread’. It’s ‘naan’. Or ‘bread’. NOT NAAN BREAD. *takes a calming breath*

Rimi quirks a sardonic eyebrow at the degradation of the fine art of insult.

Footloose makes a case against short forms of words – I link to her with great enthu.

Cee Kay sends in another link proposing the ‘modernisation’ of English words. Now, this is a tricky proposition. Spellings tended to differ greatly even a hundred years ago. So it sounds quite presumptuous of declare that I won’t have it (as I want to!) On the other hand, this ‘modernisation’ business sounds like the beginning of a slippery slope to me. Where does it end? Isn’t it just easier to get people to read more? I have never been a very good speller myself, but I would rather refer to a dictionary or a spellcheck programme than learn to spell everything differently all over again. Maybe I'm just being a rigid dinosaur.

K3 reminds you to mind that checker. I couldn’t have put it better myself. The spelling and grammar checks in Word etc are helpers, not teachers. Particularly not the latter, since the grammar checker makes frequent mistakes.

Shyamala ‘pours’ over ‘loosers’ and ‘palettes’.

And Art muses on 'This Queen's English'.

That’s it for now, I think. If you have sent me a link which I have not yet published, please leave me a comment at this post. I’m getting a bit confused and might easily have missed one!

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Red Marker Blogathon Update 4


Aaaa-nd we're back.

By the way, I was taught not to start my sentences with 'and' and 'because'. When doing so for dramatic effect, I was warned to keep such usage restricted to the barest minimum. My teacher was right, I find, too many sentences starting so make me feel somewhat breathless when I read them.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, we're back.

Note: We're is an abbreviation a contraction of 'we are' meaning 'hum hain' as opposed to 'were' which is the past tense of 'are' and means '(woh) thhey'. But I digress.
People are keeping those links coming in. Itchy kindly volunteered two posts from her archives:
A list of Bihari terms -- dude, I have to tell you, every one of them is followed in Bengal as well. I guess we are all just Biharis at heart. 3 addenda here to that list (singular: addendum, plural: addenda). God, what's with my prof persona today?

The Print Lover learns to Potomac it with the best of them. And it's a good thing she explains it because I never knew how to pronounce it either!

She also sends us the link to Average Jane's lucid explanation of question tags. Now a handy rule for question tags is to use the question word the sentence answers. So if you're saying, "He went home, is it?" your sentence ought to be "He went home, did he?" because the question tag ('did he'/'is it') refers to the chappie who went home and answers the question "who?"

Likewise, "The ball is red, is it?" (answering "what" and referring to the ball as 'it'). That said, I admit to using "is it" a lot when I chat with certain people. I enjoy the flavour of the phrase in my mouth.

Chinkurli continues the 'loosing' battle
and adds to the RMB badge while at it.

And lastly, Kiran explains all that gray hair. Or what she thinks is gray. Hey K, did I tell you Vicky found my first one while chopping off my hair recently?

Oh and before I end: here are the rules of the Red Marker Blogathon.

UPDATE: Rachna gets bitter over her quest for better grammar in blog posts.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

The N Commandments

For Padma, with a toast for old times. To think, it's been a decade since we compiled these.
  1. Thou shalt not converse with thy classmates of the opposite sex.
  2. Thou shalt not bunk school to attend IIT coaching classes.
  3. Thou shalt not borrow heavy novels from the school library, but only borrow reference books. (The only permissible light reading is that of the lab manual for an hour before going to bed.)
  4. Thou shalt not write and sign thine own leave-letters. (But thou mayest write and sign thy neighbours!)
  5. Thou shalt not embark upon business to the (school) office in the company of thy friends and relatives.
  6. Thou shalt not sit in the classroom with thy back to thy teacher. (Or he/she will bite it, which is what they do anyway!)
  7. Thou shalt not stink in the classroom or thou shalt be sprayed with air-fresheners even as thou art sitting in the classroom.
  8. Thou shalt not feel shy to walk in lines to and from the morning assembly. (Especially if thou art a XII standard girl.)
  9. Thou shalt not sign thine own test notebooks with thine own left hands.
  10. Thou shalt not threaten thy mother with suicide on getting bad marks in Chemistry.
  11. Thou shalt not try to bribe thy teachers with gifts of books, perfumes, diaries, calendars or even rotten apples.
  12. Thou shalt not feel shy to sing the anthem of thy nation in thy morning assembly.
  13. Thou shalt not regard thy school as an institution for the sightless/visually handicapped. (This is not a school for the blind!)
  14. Thou shouldst inform thy classteacher that thou art very much alive in thy class or thy visitors will be informed that thou art not!
  15. Thou shalt remember the name and persona of thy classteacher &/or thy Biology teacher or thy computer shalt be regarded as a diamond crown on thy head.
  16. Thou shouldst keep in mind that thy classteacher wants to be remembered as one of the memories in thine book.
  17. Thou wilt be be regarded as a great scholar if thou absents thyself from (bunks) school on the last days before thy exams commence.
  18. Thou shalt not covet or need invitations to submit thy leave-letters!
  19. All are regarded equal in the eyes of law, even the likes of Ravi, Padma Priya and Vikrant.
  20. An entrance shall be carved into thy classroom wall so that thou mayest slide from classroom to basketball court rather than take the short cut.
  21. Thou shalt not sit on the parapet wall or thou shalt be called a creeping crawling parapet wall child and thy classteacher a parapet wall classteacher.
  22. Thou shalt eat tidily in thy classroom or thy teacher will have to come up with bucket, broom, ‘spatula’ and napkin to clean up after you.
  23. Thou shat not swing thy pendulum all the way from ‘here’ (the Physics Lab) to Anakapalli.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Thoughts on the Red Marker Blogathon


1. The idea behind the Red Marker Blogathon is not to make fun of anybody's linguistic abilities. I've tried to learn whole new languages as an adult and I know how difficult that can be. Also, I seem to have spent my life shunting between people who mock the languages that I can follow and they don't. So, you know, Vicky makes fun of Telugu while my schoolfriends all mocked Bangla. I make fun of a name like Kaka (because it means 'father's younger brother' in Bengali -- which leads to lots of colourful exclamations -- and potty (caca) in French) but the idea is not to put anybody down. If it offends you, I'll take it back quite amicably and I accept your right to get offended.

2. There is a reason behind the rule (to explain the correct usage of whatever it is that you don't like): sometimes I find, as I grumble about this usage or that, that the usage in question fits comfortably into the cultural context in which I experienced it. Some other times I know a simple grammatical rule that helps me out which somebody else doesn't and would be glad to know. So yes, put your knowledge out there. You never know when you'll save somebody's arse with it.

3. I do not necessarily agree with all the posts that have been contributed to RMB. By that I mean your pet peeves and mine may not be the same. But they don't have to be, right, so feel free to write about what bothers you. Some of the stuff I've linked to doesn't make me want to whip out my red marker (although this could just be last night's tequila talking and I'll have an entirely different POV on a grim Monday morning at work).

4. Thank you all for helping me clean up my own language too. RMB is working in all directions, as you've noted.

5. I've said this before but just in case you missed it -- RMB is not just for English. Do write about your irritations with other languages, if you have any. Or even if you've got a handy tip for Hindi, say, or any other language.

6. If anybody following RMB has a language query, this is a good time to come forward with it. Nobody will mock you for it. In fact, I have one of my own:
Can anybody tell me if words on both sides of the hyphen need capitals for a headline? Anybody at all? Eats, Shoots and Leaves seems to ignore the subject and I'm so confused.

Red Marker Blogathon Update 3


Folks! I love your posts, keep them coming.

And the links, oh god, such hilarious links to non-RMB posts. My favourite has to be Kalai on the mispronunciation of names.

Then, we have our first dissenter: MiM disapproves of such activism and calls on you to say Shoo to the Sue. (I know, it's a bit of a tongue twister after a 'happy' Saturday night.) Go agree or disagree. And if you're Dipali, feel free to pun on my poor, mistreated nickname. Not that she needs permission, that one.

Ughsome objects to illegal linguistic couplings (linguistic adultery?).

Itchy reverts back, literally, with tales of loins and ferocious dogs.

R's Mom learns to distinguish between babies and babas
. Dude, did you know we Bongs call our dads Baba? Just to confuse you even more.

Momo's Ma gets confused over the vagaries of English as adopted by various communities.

I think that's all for today but if you've left me a link and you find I haven't posted it, please mail it to me directly. I'm waiting for permission for one more link (I'm not sure the blogger posted for RMB exactly) and so far I haven't seen anything I'm not happy to include, so if your link isn't here it's only by mistook.

It's a peaceful Sunday in my part of the world. Hope you are having a good one too.

Updated to add:
Mispronunciation gets Prashanti's goat.

Friday, June 04, 2010

Red Marker Blogathon Update 2


Shilpa grumbles about "Your" getting on her nerves and offers a neat explanation of how to deal with confusing apostrophes.

Cee Kay gives a handy tip on differentiating between 'I' and 'me'.

PNA offers us a cautionary tale of superlative salutations.

G blogs about the 'phunny' ways of people who seem to type an english* all their own.

Shivani has sent in some interesting links on grammar usage:
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling (funny comic)
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/apostrophe (funny comic)
http://wokay.in/2008/10/03/double-o-offsets (funny post)
(Shivani, I did find an apostrophe rule I'm not sure I agree with but I'm in the middle of cooking dinner -- don't ask -- so I'll get back to it later.)

That's it for tonight. Thanks, folks, I love how you're all being such enthu cutlets about this. Such fun.

For those of you who are new on the scene, you can read the blogathon rule here.

Note:
*I spell english here with a small 'e' because I refer to the theory of English and englishes. Those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically the idea of English as spoken in England being the mother language, as it were, of the 'baby englishes' that now exist in so many other countries. Think of how distinctive Indian english is, as opposed to, say, that spoken by the man on the street in Singapore or South Africa.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

Red Marker Blogathon Update 1


The Red Marker Blogathon is under way. At the rate you guys are going, I'll soon have nothing to post for Sunny Days. KIDDING. Rant away, it's all welcome.


Gauri groans at incomprehensible acronyms.

Uttara shares a tensed tale.

Floating Thoughts thinks 'Its never too late to learn'
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Starry's 'loosing' it, she says.


Please note:

People who do not have personal blogs (Jasmeen!) or do not wish to put up rants at their blogs for whatever reason or even those who have been toying with the idea of Facebook notes, are all welcome to send me guest posts via email at sunayanaroy@gmail.com -- I'll be happy to host your posts for you.

Please let me know if you want me to link up, when you do.

Additional note:

Those who have multiple rants, feel free to combine many points into one post or write multiple posts. Just don't forget to explain the rule of usage as you know and follow it.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Not Nagging

Vicky says I nag him too much. On the other hand those poor fish badly needed to have their bowl cleaned. So this is the message I left on his cupboard yesterday morning:

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

The Red Marker Blogathon


From 1 to 30 June 2010, I'm holding the Red Marker Blogathon, a spinoff from this post.

If some word/phrase/idiom/spelling/syntax/punctuation incorrectly used drives you up the wall, blog about it.

Tired of seeing 'loose' for 'lose' or 'an big elephant'? Blog about it.

The only rule is that you must explain what is wrong with the usage that it bothers you so and you must also explain the proper usage.

You can blog about any language you like, there is no need to restrain yourselves to English.

The badge is negotiable. Vicky made it and I think it's cute but you don't have to use it.

Please leave me your link as a comment at this post when you're done. Feel free to send me links of other participants you've noticed.

Pass the word, tag people you know who have opinions on this.

Kiran, Itchy, Hip Grandma, Mama Mia, Cee Kay, Shub, come on, set the ball rolling.