Category: Of Languages and me

Accent of a woman

Don’t you love accents? Those cute little biological markers embedded in your voice which stamp the rough return address for a lot of people. You can tell a lot from someone’s accent. Accents add character. Sometimes, a bit too much character, which is why they are shortcuts used by lazy screenwriters...

Watson, a name.

I don’t often start off an article with a quote. But I think I can make an exception for the classic line from the Beard of Avon, Will Spearshaker. “What’s in a name? A rose, by any other name, would still cost a fortune on Valentine’s eve.” Or something to...

Lost in translation

People come up to me and say “Not again, Hamish. For the last time, we do NOT come up to you, we do NOT ask you questions, and we do NOT exist, so stop making us up and putting us in your articles!”… Hmm… Well, ok, so after they’re done...

Je m’appelle Part Deux

I couldn’t believe it. It simply refused to register… The lobby was air conditioned. And I don’t mean they had slots on the walls for ACs. They had actual air conditioners. Working ones. The lobby was clean, the lines orderly, and even the glass planes looked like they got washed...

The Juice You Choose

The English language in Nigeria has a life of its own. Especially when spoken to an outsider. I’ve heard them speak to each other, and it doesn’t have the same awkward twists and turns they employ when they speak to me. The difference, I noticed, is the way they pace...

Bangalore v/s Bengaluru: The Showdown

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.…” Hence quoth Shakespeare, but he wasn’t actually proposing that we call it by some other name. He was merely making a point. And he did. He made a very good point, whatever...

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