Today some thirty or more years later I am eavesdropping on some conversation between two teenagers. They both go to English medium schools but speak in Tamil to each other and I suspect in school too. No harm ofcourse but we have over the years become a lot more regional and with it perhaps a lot more insulated from outside influences. How else would one explain why some kids don't get a joke when one is cracked or can't understand what I am saying because my pronunciation is different. Reading has been replaced by smartphones,conversations have also been reduced to chats on smartphones so while my kind still meet for tea and conversations most of our kids wonder what all the excitement is all about. We are more conscious of religion but not in a nice way,we have become more intolerant of differences and we are rules now by people in power who have no business to be in power. Crimes against small children and women have increased in a country where we were unaware of differences of gender and culture or religion. Yes as kids we were pretty cruel to others who couldn't get along with us and like all children we could be mean and downright nasty at times ,but we also made solid relationships,we valued friendships and our interactions with the opposite sex was healthy and uncomplicated. Today more students study abroad than in my time but do they know the culture of the countries they visit or do they stick to their kind even there. Do they adapt and change without giving up on their roots or do they just stay confused?. I don't really know except to say that we had to learn a lot of things and the emphasis on character building was far greater than the present stress on marks and getting into engineering or medical colleges. But well like they say...the old order changes yielding place to new
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Monday, December 15, 2014
The old order changes
It's many years since I was a young school student but as I look back on the world as it today it seems a world away ...well it actually is. For starters we simply had to speak in English and our teachers all being Anglo indian would insist on pronunciation being perfect queens English. Grammar was my nightmare but I managed ok with that too. We always spoke to friends in English and to speak in any other language was unheard of in those days despite all of us knowing atleast two other languages and being able to speak fluently. So today we have our imagination coloured by Enid blyton books and stories set in the english countryside. Slang was unheard of and God forbid one of us got hold of some slang,it meant a trip to the head teachers room and a sound dressing down.
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