To Zee or not to Zee

For many of us pronouncing the alphabet ‘Z’ can send ourselves and others in a state of frenzied doldrums. I bet you agree... I can see your head nod...

Does one pronounce Z as ‘Zed’ or Z as in ‘Zee’? While the British and the rest of the world pronounce Z as ‘Zed’ the Americans decided that they will pronounce Z as ‘Zee’.

All of us (hopefully) have crawled out the kindergarten singing A, B, C, D, E, F, G to Z – Z as in Zed. And then after spending a decade under the sentinel watch of ‘Wren and Martin’ we are now exposed to American English and that’s not all (there’s our food, our clothes, our lifestyles, even our values, all going American - so what? the whole world is going American).

Our rather checkered past has provided us with a perplexed present, if you know what I mean. Though English is not our native language, it’s certainly the preferred medium for education and corporate lingo in our country. Suddenly the collegiate degree and your knowledge of the English language are not good enough for the corporate world. So what does one do to avoid a plethora of errors? Unshackle the chains of inhibitions and put in a sincere effort to understand and manage the language differences across the cultures.

Understanding the mechanics of grammar and pronunciation of a language, especially the British and American English would equip us all to speak, read and write English that’s always ‘Politically Correct’. Amen.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_English

ME(Poem)

Feed me the nectars of knowledge,
Soak me with love divine,
I Shine, I Shine, I Shine…

Anchor me; hold me, lest I fly too high
Free me, let me… be me,
For I have miles to fly, miles to fly…

Sweet flavors that flow slow,
Spice up the row
Row harder to attain, run longer to gain…

Sunshine(Poem)

I am the sunshine,

Flame to my name

Reawakening dreams,

Everyday, in a new way,

With yellow sunshine near, yet at bay

Darkness may part ways,

or conceal my sun with cloudy rains

I have no fears,

for my sun, my sunshine,

kindles within me, all along the way….

It’s me that can help me alone(Poem)

To wonder, to think, to ponder, my life away,
What might make this so beautiful and yet ugly in their own way?
Step back, think again, whose words do I do choose
Is it my inner self speaking or my vision that needs a proof
Knock Knock, knock away on my door, I may just choose to ignore…

Am I blinded with eyes of my chosen vision?
What might clean my lenses, what might waken my senses?
Let me wonder, yet think again…
Is it me or a soul deep in the dungeon in a darkness that dwells?
Seek me out, save my soul;

It’s me that can help me alone.
What might seem a desperate call is the awaking of the dreams unknown…?

Am Back from Goa!

Whoever calls Goa, ‘The Pearl of The Orient’ is got to be kidding…I saw no pearls there; maybe some traveler mistook it for Hyderabad (Every other shop in Hyderabad is either selling pearls or biryani if you are traveling to the city of technology).

Goa is a land for the laze, of the laze and to laze…plain and simple as that.

Now let me tell you something from my personal experience that holidaying in Goa especially on the beach for 7 to 8 days and getting back to your urban rat race can be torturous.

Believe me. Never ever do that. Except if you kinky enough to enjoy the torture. Trust me, it hurts being back to all things non-sand and non-sea.

If you are a die hard fan of Goa and all the things Goa, you ought to find ways of living on the beach and never returning to the land of any urban dwelling. Now you would ask me the golden question, HOW? Dude, if I had an answer to that I won’t be sitting here facing a cubical wall and my laptop screen. Would I?

How to Walk at Work

I must say brisk walking can be killing if you weigh more that what you would like to acknowledge for and especially if you have a job like mine where your only exercise are your fingers punching away at the keyboard and definitely not producing any music.

I love walking (no truly, I do) but only when it’s in slow motion. I mean really how the kinds of me (human beings) manage to walk fast. Practice. Practice. Practice. Walk. Walk. Walk. A bong suddenly rings in my head. Ok I get it, I am a smart one. All I need to do is indulge in the grueling task of actually moving my legs hip down more often and for longer distances. Now does that mean I need to take more loo and coffee breaks/coffee and then loo breaks? Sounds like an exercise regime to me :)

This gives me an IDEA! I can I write a self help book on ‘How to Walk at Work’, wonder if anyone has actually written something like How to Work at Work’ Naah!!! That sounds rather dull and who would need help with that one anyways. Who cares?

Now that I have put my heart and soul along with my legs hip down to writing this book, I might as well get down to it. Rest till later!