Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Fwd: Editor, Delhi


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---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Arnav Gupta <championswimmer@gmail.com>
Date: 1 December 2010 18:47
Subject: Editor, Delhi
To: mytimesmyvoice@timesgroup.com



Please save the precious 'Ratnas' !

Regarding Ambika Pandit's "Ratna gets help…"(Dec 1), firstly I convey thanks to TOI to give it front-page status. It is not, as we all know, an incident extraordinaire. It happens every day, and just as I sit writing this, another Ratna might be sitting hapless in another corner of the city. For the past few months the front page has remain overpopulated with CWG, Adarsh, 2G etc. But I believe that scams will continue and they will hardly ever make any difference to our daily lives, let alone Ratna's because she probably doesn't even know, and neither requires to, the full form of 2G and CVC. Rather more articles like this should come up on front page to occasionally give the much required harsh jolt to our conscience which has already turned stone cold. That article I believe was not to attract the attention of authorities but of the average citizen. Next time you see another Ratna, please don't turn away, but instead take a step to turn Delhi into a city that does care for women.

Arnav Gupta,

NEW DELHI



Friday, November 5, 2010

City never sleeps

The gleaming red glow, engulfs the town

Some wake up with a smile, some with a frown

A clockwork is set going, a day starts rolling

Telephones start ringing, alarm bells start tolling.






The ever busy city comes back to life… 

You can once again hear the ever pestering wife,

Schoolchildren on road, running helter-skelter,

The homeless beggar looking for a shelter…











School bells ring, followed by the office gong,

The car-horns start blowing like a rhythm less song.

Traffic signals are blinking – red light, green light,

The sun is at its peak, it’s shining ever bright.









Now the city slows down, half a day has gone,

Yet very little worthwhile has been done.

It’s time for lunch boxes to come out the bags,

And everywhere around you hear political gags.









Schools are now closing; you can hear the bells again,

The children now return: the white shirts have mud stain.

Shopkeepers now count, if they made gain or loss.

Employees are flattering and praising their boss.








As the diminishing sun goes lower and lower,

For offices and firms, it’s now ‘time over’.

The roads once again fill up with cars,

In the semi dark sky we see traces of stars.








It’s hard to breathe the polluted air,

But we make do with it, we hardlycare.

People have started rushing out to shopping malls,

The crowd has started pouring into restaurant halls.











The day ends for some, for some it’s just begun,

As if the moonrise is like the rise of the sun.

Darkness blankets the town, now it’s moon’s kingdom. . .

The nightlife of the city has a newfound freedom.











Some sleep at night, some during day,

But the city never sleeps – be it January or May.



The clockwork of the city goes on and on . . .

From dawn to dusk, then again dusk to dawn.
















MOTHER

She’s the epitome of love,
She defines sacrifice...
She cares for others first,
She’s always free of vice.

She’ll be there for you,
When you need her most,
She’ll find you out,
When you’re totally lost...

Mother’s divine...
She’s never selfish.
She’s always there,
To grant our each wish.

She cares for one,
She cares for all.
Before her eyes,
No one is big or small.

She gives new life,
She’s the creator supreme...
She’s greater than god,
To us it seems!!!

She has always been,
More than the sum of her parts,
And she’ll always remain,
In the depths of our hearts.

Mother! We salute you,
We all admire thee...
None comes before you,
We all do agree... 

Friend or Foe???

When I get a hug from mother,
It’s the envy of my brother.

And yet when the boy next door
Picks up a fight with me,
I can always be sure
Of brother’s support, you see.

Is it then not an irony that
My neighbour and I,
Are on the same side of the net
In the inter-school tennis tie???

(The earlier day the fight we had;
We both have forgotten – I’m glad)

Who is a friend, who is the foe…
I don’t know, I don’t know.

Region and religion, they can divide or unite.
Mix and match them, you get a cultural delight.

The Punjabi just can’t stand the Madrasi,
He’d prefer to drown him in a tub of lassi
“Bengali!!!” remarks the Gujju, making a face,
“Such people don’t suit my taste.”

But when an Indian meets another on a faraway land,
It definitely calls for a celebration, grand.

Who hails from which state,
Neither they care, nor does it matter,
Watching India play cricket,
Sharing pakodas on a platter.

Who is a friend? Who is the foe?
I don’t know, I don’t know . . .

When the neighbouring country suffers,
Anyone hardly bothers.
But for emigrants to the west,
Fellow subcontinentals are like brothers.

Who is a friend? Who is the foe?
After so many years, I still don’t know.

Some are staunch patriots,
Some are dirty racists,
Some support communal harmony,
Some are plain fascists.

But wherever, whenever, for whatever we stand,
We always desert someone to shake a new hand.

Be it the world war,
Or just a game of ball,
You have to take one side,
You can’t be friends with all.

Why does a new friendship
Come at the cost of another???
Why can’t all of us
Be friends with each other???

Who is the friend and who is the foe?
The answer I bet no one will ever know!!!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Aberrations in Abbreviations


Just the other day we were being taught about ‘note-making’ at school. And we were instructed by  our teacher to use “at least four to five abbreviations” in our notes. It so turned out that when I finished making my notes, I realised that they did not contain a single abbreviation in them (and that is because I do not have a penchant of shortening words when I’m doing any school related work). Since it occurred to me just before submitting the copy, I found myself hurriedly scratching off words like programme, experience and positive and replacing them with prog., exp., and +ve. Then of course I had to make that little box in the footnote area listing all the abbreviations used and their full forms. Whoa!!! So much more work just for the sake of dropping 4-5 letters from a few words!!!

Technically speaking, there actually happens to be four ways in which words can be shortened; abbreviations – in which the last part of the word is dropped off, contraction – where the middle part is dropped off, initialisation – which the name itself suggests what it is, and acronyms – which is like initialisation only but the shortened word itself is pronounced like a new word.
Some examples would make it clear : -
Saint ==> St. (contraction)
Phone number ==> Ph. No. (abbreviation)
Do it yourself ==> DIY (initialisation)
As soon as possible ==> asap (acronym)  {asap is pronounced as a single word}


More recently with the advent of sms-lingo (or chat-lingo or twitter-lingo), a new type of word shortening, popularly known as de-voweling, has evolved, in which words like properly and contact are written as prprly and cntct respectively.
But all said and done, the most popular form of word shortening these days is “phonetic shortening” where the word is shortened in such a way that the pronunciation remains similar to the original word. Like, awesome becomes ‘osum’ and right happens to be ‘ryt’.

Moving away from the technical aspects, I often wonder (especially when I receive dramatically shortened SMS and emails), what good does it serve? Does it really reduce time and effort and enhance simplicity, as the advocators argue? Or does it, at the detractors put it, simply reduces the writer’s efforts at cost of doubling the readers’ troubles?
Though I rarely stick my neck out and take sides in such debates (since I myself use shortened words very generously in my mails and text messages), I must say I often find myself agreeing more with the detractors than the advocators.
Like just last Sunday, my cousin happened to go to ‘CCD’. I had to ask to expand it as I could not think of any place called CCD. Being the techno-geek that I am, the only way I could expand CCD was – Charged Coupled Device (digital camera stuff). I had no idea that he meant to say CafĂ© Coffee Day instead. Similarly if you live in Delhi you’ll know that CP is Connaught Place and DC is District Centre, initials which more commonly refer to other general things like DC = Direct Current. And did you know that students studying in St. Marks School and Mother Mary School have a craze of sending too many SMS and MMS. (pun intended).

By the way have you come across the term ‘pj’? The fact that it stands for poor joke (or pakau joke as some say it) came to my knowledge only a couple of months back. I’ve seen this term here and there many times but it never occurred to me to check out its full form. I always somehow linked ‘pj’ to pyjamas (maybe because you wear sleepover parties are called pj-parties). But when that day my friend requested me to send some teacher-student pj’s over SMS, I was compelled to search on Google what pj actually means. And lo and behold – Wikipedia said that pj might actually refer to pyjama!!!! But that was not what I was looking for. Next I came across petajoule and picojoule. But neither pyjamas nor joules can be sent over sms, so I went on sifting through some more results when I finally got it ------> pj=poor joke. {WHAM!!!} it was like Tendulkar swinging his bat right on my face. Poor joke????!!!! In the name of god, people need to initialise such words too????
[psst.... all the while I was doing this research on pj over Google I was also wondering about the other  “_J” terms, i.e. VJ=video jockey, DJ=disc jockey, RJ=radio jockey etc etc.... And I was trying to figure out if PJ might have a similar expansion. And I was also wondering why nobody mentions HJ=horse jockey]

There are many people out there (especially English teachers who check exam copies) whose worlds have been turned topsy-turvy by the sudden influx of abbreviations; a word that itself is abbreviated to abv., abrv., abrrev., or abrvn. And if you by chance write the ‘v’ as an ‘r’ then it becomes abbrn. Which I guess stands for aberration (something that happens when people shorten words too much)
Anyways I need to apologise to my readers for  being a thoroughbred hypocrite though, because even while I was busy ‘lampooning and slamming the practice of word shortening’ (read – ‘writing this article’), I received a text message “hey buddy! Hw r u?” And quite shamelessly I replied “gr8 here!! U say. Wassup? Ne plans of goin to DC 2day?”
So with all that we are again back to square one, that is to the question – whether aberration, oops sorry, abbreviation, should be used everywhere. Imo (in my opinion), it strictly depends on the context. I hardly ever write text messages without various shortened words, and I don’t expect anyone to spell out all the words properly when sending me messages, but of course while writing an examination or a blog entry, such irresponsible snipping and cutting of words is strictly prohibited.
Btw (by the way) you use abbreviations or not is solely up to you, but do take care that you do not increase hassles for the person for whom it is intended. (Now for example you tell me a joke and I reply hax3, you would remain confused until I explain that hax3 is “ha ha ha”) It’s nothing unnatural to for people to try to reduce their effort of writing a piece, but while doing that often the reader suffers, which is very unfortunate.

hav a nyc day,
c u soon...

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