I am a self proclaimed grammar nazi. I am extremely fond of "is", "be", "are". More fond of my "then" and "than". And most fond of their distinct usage.
During my formal and mandatory educational days, I remember my 'grammar' books ("Grammar Master", to be precise) more fondly than anything else. Also, maybe that's due to the fact that they were never a part of my course curriculum. Kendriya Vidyalaya alumni, you see! And even later on, when I moved to posh-er environment (read : Change of School, further read : Air-Conditioned classrooms), it was still the old version of CBSE, in which grammar was best not talked about!
But, I still turned out alright. With all my grammar intact.
And I owe it to Tintin, Captain Haddock (especially! You see, I always was drawn to the limelight) and in the later years, to Enid Blyton.
Then came the movies.
And I simply hated the Americans. Partly because, at the beginning of my English Movie period, I barely understood what they're saying (K.V upbringing, you see) and it always used to be subtitles to the rescue (and that's the reason why I'm so good with foreign language movies with subtitles). And other partly because, later on, after I've had pretty decent exposure to those "English" movies and those "British" people, I hated the americans for the way they speak. I still do. Hate them, that is. The other part also holds true equally. I love the Brits. Falling-head-over-heels-and-swooning-in-love kind of love them. And primarily because of that absolutely irresistable way they speak.
They feed my fantasy of a grammar nazi.
I'm known as the "Angrez" of the family, by my folks.
But it all goes out of the window when it comes to love.
Because, "Love still exist. Gammar not."
Apparently.
p.s. The 'Brit' part holds true. Even in love.
During my formal and mandatory educational days, I remember my 'grammar' books ("Grammar Master", to be precise) more fondly than anything else. Also, maybe that's due to the fact that they were never a part of my course curriculum. Kendriya Vidyalaya alumni, you see! And even later on, when I moved to posh-er environment (read : Change of School, further read : Air-Conditioned classrooms), it was still the old version of CBSE, in which grammar was best not talked about!
But, I still turned out alright. With all my grammar intact.
And I owe it to Tintin, Captain Haddock (especially! You see, I always was drawn to the limelight) and in the later years, to Enid Blyton.
Then came the movies.
And I simply hated the Americans. Partly because, at the beginning of my English Movie period, I barely understood what they're saying (K.V upbringing, you see) and it always used to be subtitles to the rescue (and that's the reason why I'm so good with foreign language movies with subtitles). And other partly because, later on, after I've had pretty decent exposure to those "English" movies and those "British" people, I hated the americans for the way they speak. I still do. Hate them, that is. The other part also holds true equally. I love the Brits. Falling-head-over-heels-and-swooning-in-love kind of love them. And primarily because of that absolutely irresistable way they speak.
They feed my fantasy of a grammar nazi.
I'm known as the "Angrez" of the family, by my folks.
But it all goes out of the window when it comes to love.
Because, "Love still exist. Gammar not."
Apparently.
p.s. The 'Brit' part holds true. Even in love.
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