The Amit’s Obsession with T

Dear Amit,

I know your Hindi is better than mine. I do think I can read, write and speak Hindi as good as you do, but I understand if you want to believe that your Hindi is superior. It probably is. All I ask is this. Do NOT bring your understanding of Hindi and its nuances to the table when you are using a language other than Hindi for communication.Even if it’s only the script that is differing here. Or especially so. Let me explain.

One of you on Twitter, oh well, am I being judgmental? Well, clearly someone who understands your sensibilities(or the lack of it) claimed, with a showy air of addressing his “South Indian friend” that a particular Hindi word should be spelled with “t” and not “th”. Bull crap? Precisely my point. Now what is it that steers you away from understanding some basics of phonetic sounds? Is the whole pronunciation challenge of Hindi as a language making you adopt those practices in every other language you use?

I don’t know what conventional wisdom tells you, but here is what I believe in. I believe the phonetics are determined by the script more so than the language itself. The area deals with how a sound is conveyed physically when written. Now I totally get it when you use the correct letter when you are writing in the Devanagiri script. But when you use English, the sound is represented in English. Just because I write आदित्य it doesn’t mean that you must use “t” and not “th”. The sound is not with a hard “t” like in a “nut” and “bolt”. It is like “pathos” or “thorium”. So it’s Adi”th”ya. When you write it in English, use the damn phonetic sounds of the English language.

Now you may point out that the About Me page of this blog uses Aditya. You may point out that my Facebook profile reads Aditya. And so does my Twitter. But hey, it’s all thanks to you mate! Eight years of life in Bombay, the spelling of my name used and abused, I have been forced to adopt Aditya for your sake. Annual Day invitations*, attendance registers, mark sheets, the name would be Aditya, and not Adithya. And I let it be because it comfortably separated my personal from the professional as my professional life, documents, and all red tape still reads Adithya. Most Amits and Nehas (Yes gentlemen, I think we need a female form- Amit needs a heroine to live happily ever after with) wouldn’t be open to reason. They’ll sneer at you saying something like, “Eh, how is that?” But that is just how it is and you better live with it. And learn to use the phonetics sounds of different languages. Thanks,

Yours truly,

Adithya

* There is a joke about that which deserves a separate post.

I like People Watching…

Yeah, I really do.

Why is it that when you spot desi log in a huge gathering in this country, with most dressed traditionally(especially, the women!), they look all the more beautiful? Is it because it is your first such event in almost a year? Is it because the event was high profile? Is it because they are, well, desi? Or is it simply because, they are all affluent?

I remember writing this post.

P.S: Isn’t it quite apparent that I haven’t been to the bay area? Yet.

The North South Divide in India: Language, Culture, Prejudice?

 

BG’s little experience in a mall in Delhi got me thinking. Prejudice shows its ugly face everywhere. One of the most often discussed topic in our country is that divide between the so called South Indians and the so called North Indians. It is such an interesting topic that all those funny comments to articles in Rediff lead there no matter what the issue was originally to start with.

The nucleus of the prejudice, quite obviously lies in the language barrier. The fact that one community cannot understand the other’s language leads to baseless assumptions, ridicule and fantasies. The oldest example I could remember was Mehmood making fun of the south Indian accent, way of life in Padosan. All in good humor.

So, what’s this prejudice? Having lived in both the societies  and been in the receiving end of both the forms of partisanship, I believe I understand them both quite well.

The Hindi speaking community looks at South Indians as backward, narrow minded and a disconnected lot of people that at times suggests an alienating behavior in ones own country. Blame it on the language. All said and done, it is indeed a fact that Tamil Nadu at least, where I come from, has been disconnected from rest of India. But it by no means gives an excuse to cultivate such pedestrian opinions about a community that is very much Indian. As soon as you land in a city beyond the four southern states, you are branded a “Madrasi” in your school, you are ridiculed for the way you pronounce thoda. You may argue it is childish and probably a thing for kids, but everything, like charity, begins at home. If a matured twenty something has the audacity to ask a decently dressed woman, “Why are you dressed like that, you look like someone from South India”, it speaks volumes about what that woman has seen and understood of India as a whole.

The people down south look at Northies as a community that places importance on show, splendor, outlook and all other things considered trivial down under. The people from Bombay and north of it are more exposed to fashion, lavish spending, highly westernized influences in daily life and an undying urge to stand out in the society. The people down south consider themselves to be leap years ahead when it comes to the topic of gray matter and achievements in education and personal lives. They speak better English, are widespread in the fields of engineering and entrepreneurship and are well read individuals. These are some of the factors where south Indians seem to think they are one up compared to the north.

The issue comes down to a debate of priorities and perspectives. It really depends on an individual’s choices and emphasis on what is important to his/her life. It may be a thing of the past but today when people move around, live in other states and countries, together with different communities of India, they realize how wrong they were. It still pains to hear about men and women like the one BG met. They not only need to open their minds, but also take a look at themselves. Maybe wearing Manish Malhotra and sitting inside Cafe Mocha for hours is more important to her than wearing Naidu Hall and flipping through J.K. Rowling and Thomas L. Friedman inside Landmark. The perspectives differ with individuals and not with communities. At least not anymore.

 

(But trust me, the first and only time I met BG, she was dressed pretty well. Actually, really well!!)

 

(First published on Desicritics)