@ArunKrishnan_ and I like to think we have it easy when it comes to languages. Between us, we have a decent repertoire. Some are easy, some are challenging, but we manage to understand basics and make ourselves understood.
Some languages have us beaten hollow.
The biggest challenge is Teenspeak.
Teens say the darn'dest things.
When my older teen got her phone, there was some text exchange, and she replies ‘idk’ what on earth was that? I had to call her to find out. I really didnt know.
Another time her friends were discussing parents
Parents were being classified as salty, cool and lit. Linguistically, I couldn’t make out which one was comparative and which superlative.
Kid#2 periodically asks why I’m being salty. The other half asked her what she meant. ‘Duh.. she’s being salty, of course!’ says the brat.
‘Don’t look at me,’ I tell the OH.
One of the weirder ones are ‘bro’ and ‘bruh’.... apparently they are NOT interchangeable. Why? No clue. The kids explained it as a complicated function of gender , life, the universe and everything, without the benefit of vodka.
Vodka may not have been the answer, but it certainly would have made the non-explanation palatable. Maybe Wren and Martin’s next edition will have an answer.
Then there’s ‘bae’.... of course I know that one. My bestie and I use that one frequently in our conversations. ‘Kyon bae.. aa bae... chal bae..’... see... I know that one. Or should I say ‘ikt’? But then it turns that ‘idk’ that either.. whatever...
And discussing the merits of latest teen heartthrob? Cute doesn’t cut it anymore... you swipe left or swipe right... why do they even know this one?
Shopping with them has it’s moments. Outfits lack ‘vibe’. Ok, I’ll take that. But if something isn’t really ‘speaking to me’? WTH?
I now have scary visions of trying on a pair of jeans looking at myself in the mirror and the jeans saying ‘Yo! This isn’t working! Did you really have to eat dessert?’ I definitely do not want my clothes to ‘speak to me’
It’s not easy to speak Teen.
Every time I think I got the hang of it, it evolves and I am told, ‘Ma, that’s so last year!’
Sigh... I truly feel every one of my years all the way back to the last century... why stop there, all the way to the last millennium.
I wonder if Teenspeak will be a national language
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Today’s post is likely to be touchy and uncomfortable. I will express my views on colour. I will put forth my views on white-ness .... of idlis
Early this morning I came across A friend’s comments on vegetable infused idli batter.
Not that there’s anything wrong with it, as Seinfeld would say, but idli has to be fluffy... and white! Compare it with another southern staple, the dhoti/veshti/panche/mundu.... you can have it any shade, but for real swag and style, it needs to be sparkling white.
The Other Half is a huge fan of a certain SachinTendulkar.
I am infamous for having cooked and served up a lavish feast the day he bid adieu to cricket. The OH did full justice to the feast (I had made his favourite sweets) but kept scowling at me. Just to show his disapproval.
This morning he told me how SRT overcame a tennis elbow and continued to play.
I pointed out a few things.
He got paid. Regardless of a duck or a century, he got paid.
He didn't have to get breakfast ready under a deadline for a bunch of whiners.
Or debate how lunch menus were always skewed in favour of the other person.
He didn't have to deal with a refrigerator that died without giving appropriate notice, and a desperate rush to re-home as much of its contents as possible.