At the outset let me thank you for the overwhelming outpouring of love and good wishes in celebration of my 93rd. I have tried to respond individually to all of you, but if I have missed any, I apologize and I thank you now. The celebration was, of necessity, muted although Radha did bring some champagne. Our dear friend Irene Brenner came by with my favourite banana bread. Kathy Van Genne brought goodies, including chocolates and muffins. Our friends and neighbors the Sloteks gifted us with a box of Indian sweets (and a candle). They in fact came to the door, and crooned ‘Happy Birthday’ through their masks. Ken Housego, ex-colleague, now retired in Nova Scotia, wrote a newsy, two-page letter. Delize Storcer addressed me with my new name Mar!
It all made me reminisce. I have to admit that the sands are running fast, but in retrospect, what a life it has been!!!Someone up there helped me immensely and I am grateful. I have no regrets whatever. I am able to share my life with a beautiful, loving, caring family.
But there was one unfortunate, uncomfortable incident which I shall sooner forget than write about. One of my cousins in India, who speaks very little English called me to convey his greetings and I suddenly found that I was unable to respond properly in Malayalam, my mother tongue. I could not frame proper sentences. As it happens my vocabulary is less extensive; my grammar is less polished. My syntax is wrong,
The reason is very simple. Lack of practice. Since Nalini and I don’t speak the same language, English is the lingua franca in the house. When we met people from my state, we had to use English because it would have been impolite to leave Nalini out of the conversation. My friend Shanti Menon who lives in Mississauga calls me once in a while and though I gamely start the conversation in Malayalam, I segue into English. And so with Liza Paul who lives in Toronto. When we occasionally talk, we start in Malayalam but I quickly revert to English, while she would continue in Malayalam. I speak six languages quite fluently (although laden with mistakes), but I am losing fluency because of lack of use. Using language is a skill and without practice the skill gets ‘blunted’. It is sad but true.
Many months ago, I read an article in The New Yorker written by one Jenny Liao. It was under the title “Forgetting My First Language”. She wrote, “No one prepared me for the heartbreak of losing my first language. It does not feel like the sudden, sharp pain of losing someone you love, but rather a dull ache that slowly builds until it becomes part of you. My first language, Cantonese, is the only one I share with parents, and as it slips from my memory, I also lose my ability to communicate with them. When I tell people this, their eyes tend to grow wide with disbelief, as if it is so absurd that I must be joking……” It is no joke. It is painful.
Having said this, I must also say that if I went back to Kerala and spent a week or two, the fluency will return, although I might miss idiomatic expressions and slang. Liao says that “When I speak Cantonese with my parents now, I rely on translation apps.”
Is there an app for Malayalam, I wonder!!!!
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Yesterday leaders from 20 nations met in Rome. This is a ritual as sacred as the pilgrimage to Lourdes. It is at such meetings that the leaders make sure that Armageddon does not come too soon. After all, the people elected (in most cases) these patriots to make sure that the problems of the world are resolved amicably. For instance, the New Washington Post yesterday headlined this: G20 Leaders Endorse Plans to Block Corporations from Sheltering Profits.
WOW!! What a development! In a couple of weeks Biden will return from his jaunt and ask the big corporations in the US to stop sheltering profits in Costa Rica, Bahamas or wherever and they will say, “Yes, sir. Just as you say.”
These guys will then meet within a few days in Glasgow to lament how climate change is wreaking havoc to mankind (and animal and plant kind). This also is an annual event. The participants make fiery, passionate speeches, go home and do nothing. The New York Times of September 21 reported that 22 animals and one plant have been declared as extinct and removed from the endangered species list. The announcement could also offer a glimpse into the future. It comes amid a million species at risk of becoming extinct, many within decades. Human activities like farming, logging and mining take habitat from animals and pollute much of what is left. People poach and overfish. Climate change adds new peril. If you are interested in knowing more read this fascinating article:
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We all like rooms with a view. The structure pictured below is guaranteed to give you stunning views.
One of my cousins, Balachandran Nair, an avid Subtext fan, sent me this.
Looks like a cable car ferries people to and fro, though ‘fro’ is not very clear. The effort involved in constructing the house (?) on top of the rock is mind boggling. Don’t forget to note the carved archway at the bottom. I suspect it is for embellishment; I cannot see any practical use for it unless it leads to a spiral staircase. I am not sure who actually owns it or whether if anyone lives in it or where exactly it is. The architecture suggests an Asian country. Methinks.
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Biographies of famous people are always fascinating, especially if the book questions popularly held views.
One George Wheatcroft O.B.E has just published a book, “Churchill’s Shadow: The Life and Afterlife of Winston Churchill”. Wheatcroft (London and Oxford ) is a well-known British journalist, author and historian. In the book he characterizes Churchill thus. “He was not only a racist but a hypocrite, a dissembler, a narcissist, an opportunist, an imperialist, a drunk, a strategic bungler, a tax dodger, a neglectful father, a credit hogging author, a terrible judge of character and most of all, a masterful mythmaker.”I must say that it not the first time that the dark side of the man had been openly written. Shashi Tharoor’s Inglorious Empire is one of them.