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Language-The Weirdness

Of course, today, when I finally get back to writing after something of a hiatus (which sounds fancier than ‘extended bout of procrastination’), I’d like to talk about language. Language and the little tidbits of information that I have on language and how interesting the English language is, not necessarily in that order.

English is my first language. Thank God for that, because if English wasn’t my first language, I think I’d just about pass out. I have seen multiple people struggle over pronouncing various words and I don’t blame them. I still don’t know why we pronounce ‘colonel’ as ‘coronel'(Actually, I do know why, but the logic makes no sense to me). English is also the weirdest language that I have ever encountered. Only 44 words follow the ” ‘i’ before ‘e’, except after ‘c'” rule. 993 don’t. All of those words break that rule. Please explain this to me. Why do ‘pony’ and ‘bologna’ rhyme? And why don’t ‘cough’ and ‘tough’?

However, English is not the only language I speak. I am fluent in 5 languages and am learning another currently. Based on my fluency with languages, I can also say, English is the least scientific language ever. In every other language in the world, each object has a particular gender and sentence formation actually makes sense. Not in English. No, no. Is this some sort of cruel joke. Because it’s not funny.

Why is German the only male language?

Why do the two remaining people who speak Ayapaneco refuse to speak to each other? Your language is dying for heaven’s sake. 

Why can each verb in Archi have up to 1.5 million conjugations? I was having trouble even learning 6 for Spanish class in fifth grade.

Why does Papua New Guniea have 870 languages? I can barely learn six.

Languages are so weird.

 

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Penguins

A poem I wrote when I was in second grade. I love this so much, and thought it would make for a cute post:

Penguins

What if penguins danced to jazz on your best book while eating perfect pizza as though they were hypnotized?

What if penguins ran the giant track ,then swam two laps of backstroke and jumped off the diving board and hit their heads on the baby pool floor?

What if penguins went to the gymnasium and did the best backflips until they got dizzy and fainted?

What if penguins were cheerleaders and were throwing purple pom-poms as though they wanted to create a fight?

What if peace was penguins quietly sleep while hugging their teddy bears, making no noise?

-tanvi xx

 

This post deals with sensitive topics. If you aren’t in the mood for something serious and heavy, I would recommend leaving this post, and reading it later.  

A man dressed in a gray trench coat, tied loosely around his  waist, taps a large cigar into an ashtray while exhaling a steady stream of smoke. The man is sitting in a cafe, as we can tell from the cup of coffee in front of him and the bill with a salt shaker on it. All his movements are frozen in the shot, the picture taken perfectly, at the exact time.

All black and white. No yellow, or green, or blue. People aren’t classified by race, and there is no night and there is no day. The picture shows peace, no gunshots, no bombings, and no inequality.

What’s broken behind the glass is what’s actually real. What’s captured by that shutter, a moment of peace, isn’t real. That woman in the dark sunglasses, facing away from the camera? Her son was just shot for being gay. That boy with the cool shoes? He’s addicted to drugs, and he wants to, Lord, has he tried to stop, but he can’t.

This is a picture in a hallway. A bright hallway, the walls painted in a pale shade of green, and vases full of flowers, decorated with pictures and paintings. The newlyweds who live in that bright house, bought the picture because it was beautiful. The photographer took the picture because it was a beautiful picture to take, a scene worth capturing.

And it was worth capturing. But not everything is real. That wildlife photographer that you follow, the one who takes pictures of tigers? That’s real. But the man in the monochromatic photograph? How do you know it’s real? How do you know that was a moment of peace?

The glass of a camera is transparent. It captures whatever can be seen through the lens. But what you can see through the lens is not always real. People are not transparent. They are made of layers of complexity. Not transparency. We aren’t made of glass.

 

-Tanvi

This was written in response to the Daily Prompt.

 
Glass

A guide for dummies:

  • Think about the world around you,  and do only that
  • Switch off all electronics
  • Find a nice place where you can think and breathe on your own
  • Get a drink, hot or cold, just some fuel for your brain
  • Dig up an old notebook, vintage, or even brand new, to jot down in
  • Read an old, wrinkled book, the ones they describe as classic; i.e. Emma
  • Stop listening to my pointers

This is how I disconnect from the world.I know people who disconnect by talking to people. In psychology, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for the different ways that people disconnect.Why I might disconnect differently from you.  Not too long ago, the words: ‘extrovert’, ‘, and ‘introvert’ became very popular in our day to day society, and everyone quickly found their place in one of these categories. I, on the other hand, took a very, very long time, to figure out where I belonged in these so-called placements.

I knew lots of extroverts, people who were more comfortable in social situations than any others, always had things to talk about and never seemed to run out, were fantastic with meeting new people. I was not really one of those people.

I had interacted with enough introverts, people who would politely excuse themselves from a conversation they didn’t find stimulating, people who you would often find in the bathrooms at parties, reading on their phone, and people who would opt out of most social situations. I was not really one of those people.

When I discovered the ‘extroverted introvert’, or the ‘ambivert’, I discovered I fit perfectly. BUT NO! How could this happen? I couldn’t be stuck in the middle of both categories! I treated it like a curse. But I learnt to accept the good traits: Ambiverts were assertive, open to new people even though we approached them cautiously, and could still find peace alone.

I, being the extreme nerd I am, felt the need to find out everything about this topic. I stumbled on social media platforms where I could converse with people like me, took quizzes, studied polls and even read Quiet by Susan Cain.

It was the most scintillating experience, learning how people connect. But also disconnect. We all need it. And now I can tell you how I do it.

-Tanvi

This was written in response to the daily post.

 

Connected

An Encounter with my ‘Soul Color’

 

One of my biggest vices is my obsession with music. Most people would argue that this isn’t a vice, but the way I do it, it is. I sneak into bathrooms and lock the door, just so I can turn the volume up all the way and revel in the pleasant pounding in my head. I listen to music during the weirdest of times. It’s a vice since I do it so much, but a little dose of sin is healthy for everyone.

Heavy metal. That’s what I listen to. And rock. The kind of music that people standing behind the person behind you can hear, especially when the volume is high and the bass is high. I didn’t always like this kind of music , though. But this kind of music led me to discover what I call ‘my soul color’.

I don’t mean the literal color of my soul.  I mean , what kind of things you like, and what makes you , you. I could call that my inner conscience, but that’s not really what it is. But what led me to discover the color of my soul was stalking a celebrity. I was on Cole Sprouse’s fan page, reading about his obsession with Japanese and Chinese food, and his favorite movies, when I discovered his favorite song. While I wasn’t crazy enough about him to watch all of his favorite movies and raid the nearest sushi bar, I could at least listen to his favorite song.

Now, I had never been people’s idea of the typical girl. I believed I was a guy, video games were my best friends, and I dressed like a guy. But I always wanted to be like the girls, who wore makeup, and dresses and listened to pop music, and boy bands.  Since, I wasn’t ready to jump to makeup and dresses, I  listened to Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber, just to fit in a little more. But, boy, was I so lucky that I listened to ‘Chop Suey’ that day . It was then I discovered the wonders of loud drummers who cursed too much, and men who wore eyeliner and curled their long hair.

I’m a fairly good singer, and some people have said to me that my tastes in music will eventually end up affecting my voice. But, the thing is, rock is such a broad category. There’s emo and punk, and then there’s emo punk rock and so many more. It’s so beautiful because while it isn’t pop, it’s got some dub step, hot guitar riffs and maybe, sometimes, a little screaming,and if you break it down, it’s got everything good music should. And heavy metal, well, it’s definitely an acquired taste, but some times heavy bass lines and lots of cymbals, heals the heart.

While I now scoff at pop, and girls that obsess over anything that is pop, everybody’s got their own taste. Mine is ‘Coheed and Cambria’ and ‘System of a Down’ and ‘Guns ‘n Roses’, maybe a little ‘Death Cab by Cutie’. But I think what my chance encounter with my soul color taught me is that I like navy blue and black, I prefer Converse over heels and photography and writing fascinate me. Everyone’s got their own soul color, and when it finds you, it plants it’s butt in your face and doesn’t let go.

By the way, ‘Chop Suey‘ is now my favorite song.

-T.G.

This was written in response to the Discover Challenge, which had the theme of ‘Chance Encounters’.

 

 
Chance Encounter

Diversity in Diversity

Diversity is normally identified as having many types, groups, forms or ideas. That’s what we’re taught in school and is only established as we grow older. It’s drilled into our heads that it’s okay to be different, that it’s great if you’re unique. But many of us either haven’t understood this idea, or even heard about it.

That’s all right, too.Had we not had different ideas about diversity, we wouldn’t be very different. Diversity can be a belief, or a way of life. It can also be something we’ve heard of and acknowledged or just something that our peers know of.

If we all believed in the idea that diversity was important, then we would all be accepting of people. When we hear about that idea, it sounds amazing. But think about it this way: if we were all accepting of every little thing that the people around us said and did, none of us would get better at anything.

What motivates people to get better, is people telling them that they’re wrong, that they aren’t good enough. While it’s nice to have people praise you, if people told us that everything was good, nothing would be great. Nothing would be exceptional and nothing would be fantastic. We wouldn’t even have presidential elections, since people were so accepting  of other people’s ideas!

I have come to terms with a lot of things, because, when all is said and done, there really is very little one can do about a lot of things. You just have to accept them. The point is you just have to keep on working and you just have to keep on living.

-Jim Dine

What makes us different is our beliefs, and that counts for our beliefs about diversity as well. Without any problems in accepting society, or culture, we’d be stuck in the same place, none of us moving forward or backward.

What’s important is diversity in diversity.

-T. G.

This was written in response to the Daily Prompt.

Diverse

 

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