Friday, June 27, 2014

Mind your language!

         The NDA government has completed a month in office and newspapers are filled with the month that was. Increasingly I see that most news stories are this - speculations, records etc. It is about what was or what will be. Seldom of what is, and what should be done. 
        
Digressions apart, I am sure most of you will be aware of the recent controversy regarding the directive to the ministers issued by the PMO stating that Hindi should be given a priority over English as the language of use when writing on social media. This sparked of a huge debate, no surprises there, about the practicality of such a move. On one hand there were the Guardians of Indian Heritage saying that Hindi, being the National Language, it was only proper to use it before others. On the other hand were the progressive thinkers saying that Hindi didn't unite the north, east, west and south of India like English did and that it was more prudent to use English. But I think the question to see here is our Ministers' and bureaucrats' competency in either language. It is essential to be articulate in speech, a direct by product of a good understanding of the language of communication. Shashi Tharoor speaking in English makes sense, Mulayam Singh or Lalu Prasad trying to do the same is a redundant effort because they will not get the point across. Whether our politicians have to will for such clarity is another question. I will ignore it for now. 
         
The English v/s Indian language debate has been often played out, with parents from all backgrounds scrambling to get their children enrolled in English medium schools. That is an apparently natural step to growth and development at a micro level. Increasingly, Vernacular medium schools have shut down and admissions in these schools drop drastically. But before we seek to 'modernize' our education system and bring it at par with western schools, I think we need to step back and think what good education means. 
          
I am Gujarati and as a kid, everyday I would come home from school and get my day's work re-learnt from my elder brother or my mother. This was done because of the simple reason that I being in a convent, everything was taught in English and to understand concepts to their very core, I needed them to be simplified and taught in my own language. I grew up speaking English and now I even do my thinking in the same language. I thought that was enough to now be taught new concepts in this adopted language but it wasn't so. In junior college, accounts in college were taught in impeccable English, those at the tuition in a mix of Hindi and Gujarati. It is the latter that polished my basics. This proves that the language of your parents, your mother tongue is inevitably and very closely linked with your understanding of the world around you.  And I am not the only example, I know many kids who do.
           
 One may argue that A new generation of parents has cropped up or is cropping up. Those who studied with English as their first language. But can the absolute efficiency of these English speakers be taken on face value? Conversing fluently with correct pronunciation and grammar is one thing, understanding the language intrinsically, quite another. You could try this out for yourself - take a paragraph explaining Quantum Mechanics in English, simplified. Then read the same in your native language. 
         
 The problem magnifies when the parents who don't know the language themselves. It creates a huge parent - child divide and has a negative impact on imparting the correct attitudes to a child. How do you correct him if you will never know he is wrong? Communication gaps will arise. And I am not even bothering with the cultural aspect of this - speaking a foreign language, and English is foreign no doubt about that, disconnects you from ground reality. It is not hardwired into your system, just an external attachment.Time is up to make a clear distinction between literacy and education. It is fine to measure national literacy using a unifying measurement, but for education - we need to take a more focused approach over the one-size-fits-all.
          
Speaking of India specifically, our English is as screwed up as our sense of identity and it would be a good time to chose a side and then master that. English is essential no doubt to maintain the global advantage. But if it comes at the price of losing understanding of what we are taught, of rote learning for the exams and then forgetting the meaning behind these, is a waste of precious years. Combine this very neurological shortcoming with average teachers, huge classrooms, parents who can't wait to send you off to tuition - I think India is will have to look forward to a really messed up future. There is a need for correction in this system - it could be done at the school or home level. What is important is that people understand this issue. Or it will turn out to be like the Internet, no one knows how it works, we just know how to operate it according to a set of rules. Language was never that, and it never should be. It is the primary mode of expression, it should be a part of us. It is about our cognitive development, the strength of the Human Race. If we fuck with this, all too soon, robots won't be needed. Humans will be available.


Thursday, June 26, 2014

A Story sung by an ulcer.

             
Celebrating Life
Before I get to writing about the book, here is a small piece of advice. For anyone battling low concentration levels, try reading a book for one and a half days straight. A good book, that too. You will learn to avoid distractions of all kinds. I undertook this Herculean task for a class assignment - from Monday evening to Wednesday morning, the day of submission, I read, read and read. Now I can go hours without looking at my phone, doing what I must rather than browsing twitter and favouriting articles which I don't end up reading. Try this, it is a stunt in its own right.
              The book here was Animal's People, Indra Sinha's 2007 Man Booker Prize nominee. It is a story set against the background of the Bhopal Gas tragedy, speaking about the life of the citizens twenty years later.

             The narrator is Animal, an orphan who was affected by the gas leak, when his spine was bent so badly that he walks on all fours for the rest of his life. It is the story of the residents of Khaufpur, how they cope with life after the tragedy or as it is referred to by them, 'that night'. Animal lives with his foster mother Ma Franci, a french nun who lost her powers to understand any language but her mother tongue and his dog Jara in the poisoned compounds of the factory. His friends include Zafar, a social activist; Nishi, musician Somraj's daughter, Zafar's girlfriend and Animal's saviour. Also among major characters is Elli Barber. More on her later. 
            This 'basti', or part of Khaufpur also has some endearing characters, stereotypes that invariable exist in any cluster of humans. There is Chunawala, who thinks about only money. Bhoora, the auto driver. Farouq, Zafar's best friend from the family of local bullies. And then there is the 'kampani', the culprits of the gas leak who got away too easy, the 'government' - corrupt as usual and the benevolent, generous Elli Barber whose kindness is so selfless that even music maestro Somraj, of the purest of souls, finds it difficult to understand why an Amrikan would leave everything to come serve a bunch of poor people in India. It's exactly the kind of skepticism that humanity is bound in today, the sheer disbelief that no one can be truly and fully altruistic. 
            Reading the book is like listening to Yoda-meets-English/French/Hindi/Hinglish speaking Indian. The words have colloquial sounds, the sentences are inverted, the articles feature rarely - this is idiosyncratic of many Indian books I have read. It captures the authencity of the Indian English dialect bang on and if you are Indian, will instantly relate to everyday  speech. At the same time, Grammar Nazis will argue that it destroys the authenticity of the language. Which is more important, is a subjective thing.  
           The characters are beautifully etched out. Zafar will fill you with hope and respect with his unending struggle to go to the courts and patiently wait for justice to come by. He is saintly, always composed, always generous and helping. 
Nishi, his girlfriend is his shadow, his support, his weakness. The love story between a Hindu and Muslim with 20 years between them kills two tabboos at once, and speaks a lot for the Khaufpuri stand that religion will not divide them, they who have been united by extreme tragedy. 
Somraj, the singer who lost his voice is, succinctly put, a "madman who finds music in the croaking of the frogs". His loves story with Elli Barber - the Amrikan who wins over the Khaufpuris, their love and trust is yet another landmark of the narrative. 
           But above all, it is Animal a four-footed human, his unending desire for sex, his foul mouth and free spirit that win you over. Everyone is going 'fishguts' and they are all 'buggers'. His raillery with Farouq is so hate-filled, you know instantly that they will be *turn on screechy voice* - BFFs. He laughs inspite of his misery, and in turn teaches you to laugh at your own. And just when you think he is going to be single forever, he finds Anjali, who likes him despite his uniqueness.
           The book has some very beautiful thoughts on music, love, justice, freedom, sex - what is it to be human? Animal, isn't an animal. It is not our form that defines, it is what we think of ourselves.
There is especially one part I like where Elli Barber is telling someone that the shanty looks like it was made out of an earthquake. Animal over hears this and has an overwhelming urge to flee this dirty place. It tells us how only an outsider changes our perception of things we are too familiar with. Indians have had this medicine all too often.  
          Go read the book. I didn't like it initially, it reminded me of Life of Pi by Yann Martel, also a Man Booker Prize Winner. But as you progress, you're sure to fall in love with these filthy yet very human Animal's people.

PS: Don't miss the four line poems along. Also, Thanks to Flipkart for their fast delivery. 

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