I’ve been using the wrong dictionary all my life

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Back in school, when I got bored, I’d take my copy of the Oxford dictionary and look up random words. You can always trust me to have a dictionary. I even influenced a few of my classmates to start referring to the dictionary.

Now though, I mostly use Google dictionary.

I read an article recently and it made me realize a lot of things about dictionaries. It was a long, but good read. The main reason I’m posting it here is because I couldn’t not talk about it.

I found it on the new Longreads series on WordPress. Regular WordPress followers would already know about this. And if you’ve come across other articles that you think I must read, please let me know.

“You’re probably using the wrong dictionary.” The title jumped out at me. I’m a great believer in compulsive titles, and I couldn’t resist. Even before I opened it, I knew it would be long. 1500+ words. I had my doubts. I was at work, could I manage it?

I decided I could. And I’m glad I did.

Read it if you can. If you’re a lover of the English language and literature, you will surely enjoy this article. And once you’re done, you might want to check out Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary, 1913 and 1828 editions.

You’ll find a sense of the word that is somehow more evocative than any you’ve seen. “2. To convey as by a flash… as, to flash a message along the wires; to flash conviction on the mind.” In the juxtaposition of those two examples — a message transmitted by wires; a feeling that comes suddenly to mind — is a beautiful analogy, worth dwelling on, and savoring. Listen to that phrase: “to flash conviction on the mind.” This is in a dictionary, for God’s sake.

And, toward the bottom of the entry, as McPhee promised, is a usage note, explaining the fine differences in meaning between words in the penumbra of “flash”:

… Flashing differs from exploding or disploding in not being accompanied with a loud report. To glisten, or glister, is to shine with a soft and fitful luster, as eyes suffused with tears, or flowers wet with dew.

Did you see that last clause? “To shine with a soft and fitful luster, as eyes suffused with tears, or flowers wet with dew.” I’m not sure why you won’t find writing like that in dictionaries these days, but you won’t. Here is the modern equivalent of that sentence in the latest edition of the Merriam-Webster: “glisten applies to the soft sparkle from a wet or oily surface <glistening wet sidewalk>.”

Who decided that the American public couldn’t handle “a soft and fitful luster”? I can’t help but think something has been lost.

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A Wayside Plant

Credits: Rockfortrookie
Credits: Rockfortrookie

Her heart skipped a beat. There he was again. Every time she came out of her cabin, he was there. Was it just a coincidence or was he dying to see her too? Did he give false reasons as well? Just so as to meet her? She hoped so.

He had spoken to her once before; on farewell day at college. He was a shy and a brilliant student. She had never failed to notice his dressing and his mannerisms. He hadn’t met her before, but she had seen him every day of her college life. She had followed him, around the college. She had sat behind him in the canteen and savoured every moment without his knowledge. She was fully aware of his every move, every word. After all, love can happen to anyone.

They met quite a lot at work. It was  inevitable since their cabins were so close, but there was no closeness between them, yet. He just ignored her like a wayside plant. He walked away. He seemed busy with some files, or so she convinced herself. She stood transfixed, looking at his retreating figure.

She sighed. So close, yet. So far.

Some day, he’ll learn to notice the roadside creepers and then, he’ll notice her too.

Liebster made my day. Again

I’m really overwhelmed by the affection that bloggers have for each other.

Marie, a fellow blogger and a friend (I daresay), has nominated me for the Liebster Award. I’ve already got this once, from another friend (again, I daresay) so I skipped the reading all the rules and pondering about whether or not to accept.

Thank you Maria, for appreciating my blog. It matters a lot more than I can say.

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I’ve said my thanks once before, and I’ll take the liberty to skip the drama this time.

The rules, if you’re wondering.

  1. Thank the Liebster Award presenter who nominated you and link back to his or her blog.
  2. Post 11 facts about yourself, answering the 11 questions you were asked and create 11 questions for your nominees.
  3. Nominate small (no more than 200 followers) blogs who you feel deserved to be noticed and leave a comment on their blog letting them know that they have been chosen.
  4. Display the Liebster Award logo.
  5. No tag-backs, meaning you can’t just re-nominate the person who nominated you.

11 random facts about myself. This is hard. I thought long and hard when I had to do this last time. Now though, I guess I’ve got a pretty good idea as to what I can and shouldn’t say.

  1. The first few English songs I’ve ever liked came from the Backstreet Boys. And I’m still a fan. Together for 21 years. Massive feat.
  2. People stare a lot, but I like walking.
  3. If only Chennai’s streets were less intolerable, I’d get myself a bicycle.
  4. I hate telling people about myself – like for instance – now.
  5. I can (and do) stare at the wall for hours without speaking. With my mind totally blank. Beat that, ha!
  6. I enjoy being alone. Just give me a book and some good music, and I’ll forget everything else.
  7. I say “I don’t care” a lot, but I hardly mean it.
  8. The first, and only romantic novel I’ve ever read was, Love Story by Erich Segal. And surprisingly, I liked it.
  9. I always wanted to create a bucket list page here, but somehow, I kept forgetting – until now.
  10. I want to travel solo for some time. (That probably should’ve gone into the bucket list)
  11. I like dark chocolate.

Now, for Marie’s questions:

1. When did you start blogging?

Exactly on the 6th of August in 2012. I wrote a post welcoming myself to the blogosphere. It was the first time, (of two) that I wrote a few words in Tamil – my mother tongue. But in terms of age, I was 18.

2.Why are you blogging?

Because I have to. Writing’s a passion, and I was doing it regularly on my personal journal. But then I wanted feedback and appreciation, so I took it to blogging. I still blog because I still want feedback. And for the friendships I’ve made along the way.

3.What was your favorite subject in school?

English. I liked both the teacher and the literature.

4.Do you think cloning is ethical?

I never really think about it, but if I have to, then I’d probably say not. I’m having trouble digesting the observation that there are seven identical people in the word. Clones would complicate stuff. Besides, what’s the point of replicating one person, with all the faults?

5. Do you trust your government?

I don’t trust myself to talk about it.

6. If you could travel in only one continent, which would you choose?

Europe.

7. Do you judge people by what they wear?

I try not to, because I believe that people always have the ability to surprise me. But sometimes, I find myself not liking people who sport odd nail colours. Like grass green for instance. Or sky blue.

8. What is the one thing you want to change about yourself?

Nothing. Happy as I am.

9. What is your favorite dessert?

Don’t take much dessert, but when I do, it’s mostly plain chocolate ice cream.

10. If you could have one super power what would you want it to be?

Flying. Always fancied it.

11. Who is your favorite writer?

I mix up the authors I read, so I don’t have favourites.

My turn.

  1. What’s the last book you read?
  2. Whose music do you listen to most often?
  3. How do you like your surroundings when you’re writing?
  4. What’s the one place you want to visit, but still haven’t?
  5. Name the one book you’ve read and reread over and over again?
  6. Have you ever stayed up all night working on a blog post (or many)? If so, tell us which one(s)
  7. What is your favourite/most common method of writing? (typing, paper and pencil/pen, smartphone)
  8. What is the one blog post that came out from your heart. And was so honest that you didn’t change much before publishing it?
  9. Which topic have you written most about in your blog?
  10. What’s your favourite beverage, hot or cold?
  11. There are loads of blogging services on the web. Why did you particularly choose, and decide to stay with WordPress? Any sentiments?

Here are the wonderful bloggers I nominate for the Liebster award. They are all great bloggers and I’ve personally enjoyed reading them.

  1. ‘R’ at The victim of my own body. Life can be chaotic. Here’s one who understands.
  2. Ranu at Ranu Chakraborthy Bhaduri’s Pink Cloud Monochrome.  If you like photos and monochrome, you’ll love Ranu’s work.
  3. My friend over at In search of lost muchness. I’ve never read anyone else I can relate to so much. And even if I don’t know her name, she’s great.
  4. Kimi at Hey there Delilah. Life throws a lot at you. Kimi takes them and writes about them.  (And I take it she likes the Hey there Delilah song. ‘Cos I do)
  5. Jill at Ripples of Truth. She’s bordering on 200 followers, but I guess it’s fine to nominate her. She’s that good a writer.

That’s all I have to say. And to everyone reading this now, thank you for coming back, every time. I appreciate it. A lot.

Yet Another Face of Poetry

Slam poetry, sometimes also called spoken word poetry is something I’ve already written about. Here’s another one, a slam by a teacher. The name’s Tylor Mali.

What do teachers make?

I have always been doubtful of our education system, but even I can’t deny the work of teachers. I have laughed at the thought of being a teacher, because I never thought they mattered. I know better now.

I’ve had had a few teachers who were much more than what they were paid to be. Those teachers changed my view of teaching. They make a difference. But not everyone, not everyone who’s taught can be a teacher. That is probably the most annoying thing about the profession.

Teachers do make a difference, and a god damn good one too.

Anyway, here’s Tylor Mali himself slamming.

Here’s the poem in cartoon form. From Zenpencils | “What teachers make

Since it’s Mothers’ Day…

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It happens to us all.

No matter how old you are, there are always bad days. Days when someone calls you too fat to fit in the doorway. Days when you lose the keys that you shouldn’t have. And particularly those days when you’re too depressed to do anything but slouch on the couch, eyes closed.

It’s happened to me loads of times. But just knowing that there’s someone out there, only too eager to listen, can raise me up.

Of course, I’m talking about my mother. (You didn’t think of anyone else, did you? (this being Mothers’ Day, an’ all))

Funny how mothers always seem to listen without judging. (Ya, you can say the same thing about fathers, siblings and even some friends, but that’s not the point) Mothers are always a league apart, no denial.

That one thing I can never talk to anyone about? I can talk to my mother. Sometimes, you don’t need advice, you don’t need a multi-tasker, who listens to you while watching a movie.

Sometimes, what you need is someone who gives you her full attention, without cutting you off, saying she’d call back, or nod off to a slumber. My mother might not starve herself, waiting for me to eat first, she might not stay up all night watching me sleep like a log. But when I need her, she’s just there, listening.

But that’s not the best thing. Even though I’m away from home, I can always reach out to her. Not just by phoning her, but by just thinking of her.

I talk to my mother, just imagining her sitting next to me. Nodding, smiling, understanding, saying “oohs” and “aahs” just at the right time. And when I’m done ranting, I can imagine her patting me in the shoulder and saying, “ok, go eat something.”

No one else can ever do that.


Celebrating mothers. Happy Mothers’ Day. Any day.