Showing posts with label teachers. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 15, 2020

HARD WORK SPEAKS VOLUMES

HARD WORK SPEAKS VOLUMES 

Learn lesson from Sanjive. Never lose heart. Don't fear failures. You can make yourself what you wish to make


By Mukesh Sharma


This blogger has great pleasure to introduce his valued readers to one of his students Sanjive Sikarwar who  has been promoted to the coveted post of  'Inspector' with Delhi police and is posted with a special department, a few days ago.

Inspector Sanjive Sikarwar

Sanjive has been very promising  and hardworking from the very beginning. He joined  prestigious Delhi police as a Constable. And it was this time when he joined the classes of this blogger for the improvement of his English.  This blogger can  recollect his words: "sir my father has spread the words in the village that I have become 'thanedaar'. I have not told him the truth. But I must become somebody in life." Keeping in view his hardwork and devotion to duty, the department promoted him as a Head Constable. With the patience, perseverance and incessant hardwork, the luck smiled on him and Sanjive cleared the departmental exam of Delhi Police and stood first as the best sub inspector cadet a few years ago only. And today he has been  promoted to the post of inspector with 3 stars on his shoulder. Frankly speaking, this blogger feels  these three stars on his shoulders too. 

You see Sanjive comes from a nondescript village of UP where knowledge of English is abysmally poor. He never lost heart and worked hard to brush up his English. Today, he not only speaks well but also writes well. His knowledge of law is excellent. He wanted to appear for UPSC exam but couldn't because of age restrictions. Surprisingly enough, UPSC doesn't give any age relaxation even to in-service police officials.

Sanjive is an honest officer. He performs his duty religiously. He is fired with the desire to work for  the country and countrymen. He never compromises his principles.

Sanjive knows how to have dreams and live them. In response to my blessings, he says : Sir I will continue my  journey  to north with your blessings."

Learn lesson from Sanjive. Never lose heart. Don't fear failures. You can make yourself what you wish to make.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Variety of English in India


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Variety of English in India

Angles and Saxons, the original native speaker of English would have never thought even in their wildest dream that after US and UK, English would flourish in India; and now a Britisher contends  it may die in America and UK in distant future but would continue to survive in India and the last English knowing man on earth would be an Indian
By Mukesh Sharma

I
ndia is known for its varieties in the world for ages. Besides the people of different sizes and colours, awesome landscape, many religions, varied cuisine, plethora of political parties, qualities of corruption, 22 languages and 720 dialects, India has variety of English too.

Out of circumstantial compulsions, the British, officially, left India on 15 August 1947. But since then, the Indian have been struggling with English left behind by the English.

Perhaps, 200 years of slavery have gone down deep into the DNA of the Indian. Even today, English, a language of the English is held in high esteem. Quips a journalist, “Indians are scared of two things: white skin and English language. In India, English is not simply a language; it is symbol of status; a symbol of class; a symbol of intellect.”

A close study reveals that in India, English can be classified into four categories: Fake English, Hinglish, Elite English and Queen’s English as shown in the diagram below:




Out of no other option and resigned to their fate, over 55 per cent people have been struggling for independence from the prison of poverty. They live in famished villages. They toil from dawn to dusk to live off their small pieces of atrophied land. Still the bullock plough the field. Still the hapless farmers are at the mercy of rain God, Indra.

Happy with their respective vernacular tongues/dialects, they know nothing about English. The bitter truth is they are not even in the swing of the things. They are wooed only on the ‘auspicious’ day of voting, and after that they are just a scrap.


Fake English
To an outsider, it (fake English) sounds like English but it is not English. It is the literal translation of Hindi sentences into broken English. 25 per cent people speak Fake English in India. Blissfully ignorant of correct English, they speak fake English with all confidence and composure. They never miss the opportunity to show off their ‘command’ of English. Time to time, even Hindi movies have mocked at the craze and cravings for fake English. In one of the old movies, Namak Halal, the leading man Amitabh Bachchan playing the character of a country man, says:
I can talk English, I can walk English, I can laugh English because English is very funny language. Bhairo becomes barrio because their minds are very narrow.
In yet another movie, Bol Bachhan, playing a role of typical Indian, the hero, Ajay Devgun says:
“My chest has become blouse”:
(literal translation of Hindi sentence: meri chhati chodi ho gai hai)

“Brother-in-law will die Tommy’s death tomorrow”
(Translated version of Hindi: Kutte ki maut marega kal)

“When elders get cozy, youngsters don’t put their nosy”
(translated version of Hindi: Jab bade baat kar rahe ho to chhote beech mai nahi bolte)

Obviously, there are scores of such examples in real and reel life. What is more interesting, this blogger has overheard even a few so-called teachers, perhaps, grown up with this fake English segment, using the sentences:
“I will take test tomorrow, come ready.”
(translated version of Hindi: me kal tumhara test lunga, tyaar hoke aana)

“Tomorrow, I will not take class. So you are free.
(translated version of Hindi: kal mei class nahi lunga, islye tum free ho)

Of course, this kind of English may be described, linguistically, as English Creole to the comfort of this large flock.


Hinglish
It is a mixture of English and Hindi. It is popular among urbanities particularly, youngsters. Here English sentences are used with words and sentences from Hindi, and it is used in most of the strata of the Indian society. Study reveals that 17 per cent people use Hinglish in India. Stevan Baker who is resident of India for the last 10 years says:
Hinglish, a blend of Hindi and English is increasingly common in India and beyond - novels have been written in the language. The Author Shobha De known as “Jackie Collins of India” began to use Hinglish in her writing in 1960s.”
Over the years, obviously, Hinglish has become the exclusive trade mark of the Indian. It has become the language of common parlance amount the socalled educated people. Based on mugged up standardized chunks, a conversation between two person is started off in English, as a stranger but soon, they switch over to Hinglish as two respectable Indians. A student reveals that in Hindi heartland even English literature is being taught by the respected teachers through Hinglish. It is common knowledge that the most of the self-styled teachers who call them language ‘trainer,’ give lessons in ‘English speaking’ through Hinglish only. YouTube is full of such vigorous videos. Hinglish is favorite of radio jockeys and film actors too. Speaks up a radio jockey, “Good morning listeners, I am your friend Ruby (name changed), and today, I have come with a bouquet of ever green old songs jo apke ke dil ko chho lengey.”

Hinglish also plays  an important role in advertisements in India. Almost all multinational companies coin their catchy slogans only in Hinglish. Commenting on advertisement trends, a Copy writer Ashok Chakravarty says:
“Earlier, originally, all advertisements used to be composed in English only and then just translated into Hindi almost as an afterthought; but that method doesn’t work for the vast majority of Indians who know only a smattering of English. You may be understood, but not vibe with. That is why all the MNC now speak Hinglish in their ads.”
Here is a few examples how the MNC blow their own trumpet through catchy tag lines:
Yeh hi hai right choice baby
Yeh dil mange more” – Pepsi
Come on girls, waqt hai shine karne ka” – Sunsilk
life ho to aisiCoca Cola

Needless to say, Indians would be Indians. Nothing touches the chord except mother tongue, Hindi. The Copywriters of MNC know that the Hinglish is the future of advertisement industry in India. Here misrepresentation  of facts which is tantamount to cheating remain only in law books not in life.


Elite English
What is right or wrong in English can better be judged by the native speaker of English only, particularly, the educated class of Londoners and residents of Eastern England only and that constitutes the RP (Received Pronunciation). If your English is not on a par with that English, it shall be rated as poor English or fractured English. The speakers of English as a second language have no choice or say. The second language always comes with ‘dependence.’ It is mother tongue only that makes one breathes independence. So, Elite English is used by the native speakers and the elite class of India – Professor emeritus, learned Amici Curiae of Hon’ble Courts; top flight journos, who take pride in reading and subscribing The Washington Post’ The New York Times,  Daily Telegraph, Evening Standard, USA Today, and so on, the reasons are best known to them; the Indian English newspapers that faithfully follow the pattern and pith of foreign English newspapers only, of course, with their partisan outlook to Indian, Indian political parties and netas; and of course, a few blessed netas who are said to have studied at Harvard University, Cambridge University etc, and had the opportunity to rub shoulders with native speakers of English.

The characteristic qualities of this elite English are: it is based on ‘phrases’ (group of words); it relies on standardized sentences; it defies translation into any other language; it can better be learnt by following and living with the native speakers only. To a second language learner, who tries to understand it through his/her mother tongue, it sounds very confusing and clamoring. Here are some examples:
‘Kejriwal is in the habit of jumping the gun’ (to act without due caution).

Be ready to pull your punches (to speak in an honest way without trying to be kind)

I want to get back to nature
(Return to simple village life)
Rahul Gandhi is yet to learn the ropes (to know how to do something correctly etc.)
Don’t drive under the influence (do not drink and drive)
The days are drawing in (daytime is getting shorter)
The taps are running dry (no water from taps)
The government will bleed the people dry and make them beggars. (Impose more and more taxes and make them beggar)
I have pins and needles in my left leg (a tingling sensation in a limb in Hindi: paer so gaya hai)

So there are hundreds of such examples that make the basis of elite English.

What is noteworthy, this elite English is also the base of almost all the competitive exams for government services like SSC, UPSC, Bank, Judiciary etc. The most of the aspirants who are from lower strata of the society, grapple with this elite English in exams and cut sorry figure, for, it can’t be learnt through translation; it can’t be learnt through mugged up grammatical rules or so-called vocabulary. Surprisingly, syntax and semantics that make the basis of Elite English, are not the part of curiculum for English language programme. And confusion goes on.


Queen’s English
It is reminiscent of the chaste British English, usually, used by the educated class of the British – in old time  by Viceroys and Lords. In his budget speech (March 26, 1903) as a Viceroy and Governor General of India, George Curzon says:
“We are ordained to walk here in the same track together for many a long day to come. You can’t do without us. We should be impotent without you. Let the Englishman and the Indian accept the consecration of a union that is as mysterious as to have in it something, divine, and let our common ideal be a united country and a happier people.”
To then highbrow British, Indians as a subject were no better than cockroaches and mices.
In India, by an estimate just 0.1 per cent people use this Queen’s English, and most of them are in judiciary (High Courts and Supreme Court), perhaps, studied in US/UK, and a few are in journalism and politics, and all these can be described as perfect progeny of Angrez (the English).

One, out of the herd speaking and writing Queen’s English (Macaulay rated them as ‘black English’) who seem like undesignated and unacknowledged Viceroy and Lords of the British regime, is hon’ble Shashi Tharror. His well imitated mockney accent, winged words couched in multifaceted sentences, make an average English knowing Indian strain his ears/eyes and scratch his head in order to make out what the great man intends to elucidate. Look at these Shashi Tharoorain expression:
”My new book The Paradoxical PM is more than just a 400 page exercise in floccinaucinihilipilification”.
Even in past, the over sententious Shashi Tharoor has used inconsequential words like: “lalochezia”, ‘farrago’, rodomontade,’ “wahaquoof” and “snollygoster”

Only he or God knows the right contextual meanings which are beyond the comprehension of this moron blogger.

Next comes the omniscient Oracles of law. Me Lords just pontificate and leave rest to the wisdom of the people to paraphrase. Not only to legal hawks but also layman, the interpretation becomes a subject matter of debate and discussion.
In sabarimala Verdict, Apex Court says:
“To exclude from worship, is to deny one of the most basic postulate of human dignity to women. Neither can the constitution countenance such exclusion nor can a free society accept it under the veneer of religious belief.”
Passing judgment in favour of passive euthanasia, SC says:
“The right to a dignified existence the liberty to make decision and choices and the autonomy of the individual are central to the quest to live a meaningful life.”
The blessed Angles and Saxons, the original native speaker of English would have never thought even in their wildest dream that after US and UK, English would flourish in India; and now a Britisher contends ironically that English may die in America and Britain in distant future but would continue to survive in India, and the last English knowing man on the earth would be an Indian.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Mukherjee Nagar, a grand ghetto of coaching centres



Mukherjee Nagar, a grand ghetto of coaching centres

Entrance is the favorite house of stray dogs and they can poo and piss as a 'rightful owner'


By Mukesh sharma

With over 350 coaching centres being run from dingy and dilapidated structures so-called commercial complex at Mukherjee Nagar, North Delhi, situated at the ‘bank’ of ever stinking Najafgarh nullah, buzzing with effervescent and exclusive commercial activities from dawn to late dusk, it won’t be wrong to call it a grand and grandiose ghetto of coaching centers.

Reveals an old timer Ravi Chadha, “the most of the buildings are nearly 50 years old as the allotments to then applicants were made by the authorities way back in 1972”.

A local property dealer with 20 years of business standing says, “these buildings have already lived its age”. “The plasters have peeled off,  the large patches of bricks can be seen in the walls of the most of the structures.” Not only that iron rods are showing in the ceilings of the floors. “ Just one jolt of earthquake may raze these decrepit structures to ground” adds property dealer ironically.

Salient features of Mukherjee Nagar Commercial Complex, Delhi


The fact is neither the occupiers nor the owners are bothered about the upkeep of these structures. The most of the occupiers who are tenants, are coaching centers and interested in their teaching ‘trade’ only. And the owners are thankfully happy with their fat monthly rents.

Consequently, the buildings remain in utter neglect and ruins. A casual visitor is welcomed by the cluster of electric meters studded on the walls of very entrance with wires sticking out. The entrance is also a favourite ‘house’ of stray dogs. They can poo and piss as a ‘rightful’ owners. With worn away steps, the flight of staircase winds through floor after floors up to top floor. The corners of staircase are ‘lawful’ spittoons. Pinching nose and braving evil smell, the visitors continue to go upstairs – upwardly mobile ‘visitors’ seldom grudge or gripe.

What is noteworthy, the safety is not the baby of anyone here. As usual, the authorities concerned get wise only after the event in India –  cross the bridge when it comes. These commercial buildings are a public place. But still, there are no fire safety measures  no fire extinguishers,  non-functional fire hydrants and hose-pipes are missing from pulleys.

God forbids, in the event of fire, these buildings may turn into an inferno –  no fire safety and no separate fire exit” opines a teacher Ram Nayak Maurya spitefully.

Mukherjee Nagar seems to be like a religious place. The government service aspirants from Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, Uttrakhand, Jharkhand, Haryana etc., including Delhites throng this place with heavy baggage of hopes and dreams as the Muslim bretheren visit holy Mecca for Haz.

Says Digvijay Singh, a teacher engaged in teaching for 15 years, “mere presence in Mukherji Nagar adds a feather in the cap”. “With Mukherjee Nagar tag, even a non entity teacher becomes hero in his hometown, and an unmarried IAS aspirant with Mukherjee Nagar identity starts getting marriage proposal in his village.” “The success in exams is immaterial but Mukherjee Nagar remains a blessed place for both teachers and students”, adds Digvijay Singh with a grin.

The day starts at Mukherjee Nagar with variety of breakfast dishes catering to the taste buds of students hailing from different states – poha, pakoras, kachori, chhole bhature, jalebi and milk, fruit salad, juice etc. Taste is guaranteed, not hygiene. The most of the vendors are squatters, selling their stuff from pavements, make-shift shops and rehris. Heaps of garbage can be witnessed beside ‘sober’ shops. The underground drains flow underneath the shops, emanating a filthy smell from the cracks. The habituated ‘customers’ don’t care. Brisk business goes on all the day.

A survey reveals that PG accommodation is a flourishing business at Mukherjee Nagar. The most of the house owners in the vicinity have converted their houses into so-called PGs. “In the name of accommodation, the needy students are provided cubbyholes, worse than the jail cells of western countries and that too for a sum of Rs 10000/- to Rs12000/- per month, of course, with what is called tiffin service” says Mamta, an IAS aspirant staying as a PG.

Those who can’t afford, take single room on rent  in informal settlements like Gopalpur, Gandhi Vihar, Wazirabad village etc,. adjoining the ‘posh’ Mukherjee Nagar.

Interestingly enough, the libraries without books is an improvised trade at Mukherjee Nagar. Under the garb of library, pigeon holes with a chair and a desk are made available to students to study daily for fixed hours in  so-called library for a sum of Rs 1500/- to Rs2000/- per month.

At Mukherjee Nagar, so-called booksellers are more interested in selling photocopies of notes. Name any exam, notes are available. Most of these so-called notes consist of past exams papers and contents copied from the acclaimed and acknowledged books of renowned authors. Says a UPSC aspirant student Kishan, “perhaps blissfully ignorant of Copy right Act,  the respected sirs who are in circulation at Mukherjee Nagar, with copied and lifted contents pass it off as their own creation”.

Amusingly, the most remarkable phenomenon at Mukherjee Nagar is the ‘poster war’ among coaching centres. It is fought at many fronts  ̶  from huge hoardings to A-4 size flyers. Since the posters and banner are removed, torn up and replaced on day-to-day basis, allegedly, by the ‘rivals’ and ‘duteous’ MCD men ‘ over conscious’ of ‘cleaning drive’, some coaching centers hire moving men and make them stand at ever  over crowded  Mukherjee Nagar main road with a ‘bill board’ fitted with the iron poll. It reminds one of the scene at airport where the air passengers coming out of the airport are greeted with placards, held by the messengers for giving specific information to passengers concerned.

Anyway, whatever is the fate of government services aspirants in this grand ghetto, coaching centers and landlords usually have the last laugh.


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