Love of a language...

As Jim Hacker observes rightly in the series Yes Minister, language can be used both to make people understand your perspective and to shield it all the same.

But thinking deeply about it, to use language as so powerful joy is indeed a joy worth killing for. When one is able to express himself(hmm, OK lets not get labelled sexist here, or maybe herself), when people are able to throw people off guard with a play of words - Ah, life is fun...

But what a shame it is, when witty minds have to tone down their conversations and dumb down their wordplay to suit the mediocrity we see all around. Away from Infosys, away from T.I.M.E, I feel the void. The void of witty conversations, the emptiness resulting from staying away from books, blogs and banter.

Today as I picked up a tattered copy of Norman Lewis, Word power made easy, it was just another feeble attempt to ward off the huge crescendo of boredom that threatened to wash me over. But with each passing moment and each turning page, my interest piqued up.

Suddenly I knew what it is, I have been missing all this while in life. Now at around 7 in the night, as the life downstairs continues unabated and might I say unmindful of my absence, as the light starts failing, with mosquitoes gnawing me off all over, I am scribbling off to glory in my notebook. And guess what, I haven't been this glad in a long long time.

At this moment, I am reminded of a dialogue from the movie Iqbal mouthed by the great Naseeruddin Shah - Everyone is born with a purpose in life. Only a lucky few realise it. Of those the are yet again a wretched few who throw it off.

Phew, how close I got to be wretched!