About Me

!nversed Poignancy!

...I am an eclectic amalgamation of many seemingly paradoxical things. This can be exemplified in both my seemingly endless persistance on many topics and arguments, as well as my careful cautiousness on other topics and arguments. This is largely due to how astute I am of the topic: more knowledge, more persistant; less knowledge, obviously more cautious. I also have times of obsessive compulsions regarding certain things (mostly just my thoughts, however)...

Life and Death

!nversed Poignancy!

Life

An assembly

Possibly impossible

Perfectly interchangeable..

Death

That lives most upright

Beyond the unspoken

Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

She and Me

!nversed Poignancy!

She

A daffodil

Tyrannizer of me

Breaking the colors of dusk!..

Me

The rising sun

Infringed with violations

The impurity in the salt..

Love and Poetry!

!nversed Poignancy!

Love

A puerile desire

Buried in the heart

Never leaves..

Poetry

Sentimentally melodramatic

Cursively recursive

My thoughts idiotic!

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I have to admit — since HackU ended, I have been struggling with how to contextualize it. It’s hard to put a nice neat wrapper around something that was so profound for me. For the people who were there (and you can read for yourself), it felt like a defining moment. The best way for now is to point out some of the people who made it happen and tell some of the inside story. In some later posts, I’ll probably go through some of the principles that guided us in planning Hack Day (e.g. who we invited and why, approaches to making such an event work), but for now, I just want to provide some backstory and point out some of the people who helped make this happen. There are literally hundreds of people in the mix, so I apologize in advance for those who I have missed. This will be my first attempt “official recounting” . Like all good stories, some things will be left between the lines, of course.

Before I get into the narrative, if anyone out there is wondering how we pulled this off, I offer one clue: total pros rolling up their sleeves to do whatever needed to be done. I’ve always been surprised at how intelligent people ascribe self-limiting qualities to organizations that they don’t really have to accept. Large companies are “slow.” Small companies are “agile.” “They” would never let us do this. What happens when you work in a large company and you are able to leverage the size of the organization to form a lean-and-mean ad hoc team with broad expertise (technical, management, legal, security, networking, etc.) on a moment’s notice? Something pretty powerful — you turn the cynical “they” who won’t let you do anything into the unstoppable “we” that won’t take no for an answer. I learned that inspiration might be the world’s only renewable energy source and it scales like a bank's interest rates!!.

Now, getting into the world of "thank yous" and the world otherwise. I feel that it’s an almost impossible task to get this right, but there are some specific people I wanted to thank. First, there's my team mates Madhan, Smitha and Spoorthy. It was such a great team to work with that, when we moved over to begin , we started talking about our goals almost immediately and the ideas started crystalizing no sooner than late. I honestly don't remember exactly how the "crazy" Mail Template+GreaseMonkey idea crystalized, but when it did, it was Madhan who gave us that patented Brad Pitt look that said, “dude, this is TOTALLY POSSIBLE!” and quietly lit the fire under us and himself(!) to make it happen. I’m hoping that everyone out there has a boss like this one day. Then Smitha well she's a full-swinger!. She has the most versatile brain, she used to flip her thoughts to sync the ideas that popped and parally thump in her understandability of the APIs and how they could help us move ahead(Infact, her duties also involved handling of the entire event as a volunteer too!- Man, that was real tough one!).Finally, Spoorthy- err!, this lady was the one behind the ideas, she'd generate the ideas faster that you can sync them in!!. Some of our fondest ideas of this whole process were her brain-child(ren);

Then once we got the verbal commitment done on our events, the lads and lasses were gracious enough to pick up that ball and run with it, dealing with the production issues, the code, the debugging, the betas, the alphas and anything else related to the hack, smack and crack of the code!. It was a gargantuan task that had never been done before. One of my favorite moments happened about half an hour before the show actually ended when I bumped into Arun Raghavendar and Tom Praison for a last miniute buckle-up tricks on the final hack that involved combining the hover-effect of the YUI into an Y-BOSS image search. And there it was- "Phew!" Tom and Arun got the lids shined and placed a crystal on it!. Imagine, they just ran through a 400 liner in about 5 mins and got their acts together and cracked the bug in just about 20 mins! (Where as I took a whopping 12 hours to get the code done! :P).

And last but not the least can we forget Paul Tarjan(Head Technical Monkey :P),Mr. Nagarajan, Rajesh(He's my super senior at UVCE too!),Jayasurian and the entire bunch of the Yahoo R&D team put the whole excellent Saturday agenda together along with other classmates of mine at IIITB. In one of the key roll-up-your-sleeves moments in my and perhaps our lives!.

To the extended HackU organizing team,well, you guys totally rocked — all several tens of you . And a gigantic thanks to all of you who cam over and made this developmental spree a great fun to cherish for several years to come , if not life time.

As a chorus, i would love to thank my team,yeah the team that I am so freaking proud of you. Its was a real fun time with you people out there!.
If only I could get to the derivative of you,
To navigate your slope just like I used to do,
Your sine curve so smooth, so well elevated,
Just waiting for me to come and make it integrated.
Remember how during our second differentiation,
I'd derivate and agitate until I'd reach acceleration?
My little pet parabola whom I so much adore,
Why can't we have a functional relationship once more?

Sambhar of 69!

Scribbled by Bharath On February 18, 2009 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?


I had my first real six rupees,
stole it from my father's pants.
went to a madrasi hotel,
to eat the sambhar of 69.
Me and some kadke dost,

had it all and we caught bukhaar,
jimy puked, joey got ulcers,
and Bagga ne maari dakar .

Oh when I went back there now,
the food was as stale as ever,
and though it was 1999,
still the sambhar was being served over there,

that was the worst food of my life.

Therez no use in complaining,
when you got no other place to eat,
rushed in the evening to the doctors clinic, but he too was at the toilet seat, yeah

standing there waiting outside,
nurse told me I will wait forever,
oh and when I held my breath,
I knew that I had to use that loo there
That was the worst food of my life.

Back to the sambhar of 69.

Man I was getting killed,
I was full and restless,
I needed to unwind,
I guess nothing can wait forever - FOREVER... NO!!!!



Lol lol..found this somewhere, didnt want to lose it. So, just put em here..Hope the lyricist is ok with it..:D

Bare foot management is pretty idealistic, and the basic assumption is that a fat pocket root would imply a brainy head goof!. On the other hand, the basic assumption behind tech'ed butter fingers is that everyone is inherently an idiot stuffed and sandwitched between a direct propotion of a fat pocket squared and the root of the tag's fame.

Can we ever have something for the moderates?. Its high time that a tech-geek and a management-freek shake hands!.To put it in other words, left stuff is pretty much too ideal and more inclined along the lines of being hypothetical. It assumes an Omega, when the nail has been struck over a big-Oh or perhaps marginally below the bets of Oh. Similarly, in assuming that every one is a righist essentially over the halo of the IIMs is perhaps a misconception, I am sure that they are not packed as a right, but moulded as one!.

A simple epitome of a fact, learnt this from my first rounds of mock GDs for IIM-A. Darn!, I just got to know how life is on the other side of the Moon!.

Talk about 99.81?!. For a second i turned dyslexic and assumed mine to be the strrev(99.81).

Ever seen a mirage?!- I did!

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Ever heard of the stories,

Which involved "a daemon and two fairies?!"
Starring the Yellow blots blending with steaming zephyrs,
And those Cozy thoughts cupped around those Brown "poetic elixirs"..

An evening it was,a rendezvous to treasure,
Enjoyment it was,way beyond a measure..
Falling in pairs- our voices with the wampum's of rain
Through the aura's fragility, myriad a thoughts to share and reign..

Drifting down from the ceilinged meeting
To a reverent nook-It all started as a coy greeting
The waves then lashed, chiming down with the "fairies" fighting,
The daemon,right there;Laughing down to glory-"heart not beating"!

Ah..Just then the lips started moving,
Gallons of thoughts fueled in- scaling on them we started roving
Then we turned to the books,
Searching, sorting and explicating its nooks..

The lashy rains turned contours they faded down to retire,
Our voices died too, as our mouths got more dryer..
Then came Mr.Pizza so hot,smart and thin
Accompanied by a Litchi shake, and his sorta twin!

Back then, again was our acoustics in the air
Far away we went(again!), topics on politics,life and its flair
And thus continued the endless chatter on its infinite spree
Quibbling on million a topics- We three.:)



*This one's about the Rendezvous that Meena, Prats and Me had..It was really a treat and truly awesome time that we'd together..Fighting, chatting and eating....
A small note on our experience there.. *

Day or Night..

Scribbled by Bharath On September 06, 2008 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?


You break my nights into days
Me sleeping,still asleep and dreaming
And dreaming, still dreaming, Me awake..
My night's now,
Are just another eternal day!..



This is unlike any Tuesday morning


A Cool wind
A different trend..
Am i the same old kid in the block?
Has there been a different tick on my Clock?

Ah!

Whats this? - a terror?
Its got me up and over..!
Grinning down at little bits of paper
And those boxes covered with wrappers..

Whats so different?!

Is this a real life monopoly?
Or is it a dream, merely?
Now, then and the later
Everything is so un-deter..

Gosh!- I am growing mad!

Summing up my past?
Are these those moments-My very last?
I am lost..yeah!, really lost..
And Suddenly, the waiter comes down..pats and says..
"Sir,Here's your B'day treat and its total cost!..:)"






Talk about multilingualism or talk about language exploration…Both these wordy acoustics lead to a common ground, which in a wider perspective would sound like a more equivocal term for linguists around the globe.

On the other hand,
Talking about cultures, countries and communities…
These form a complementary pair with regard to the nature of pithiness and terseness that the “Multilingualism” emanates .These words are in fact diversified across the globe, they are never held captive and they usually tread on the pathways of more a “constant change!”

So, “multilingualism” one side and “cultural paramounts” on the other…
Could these words be bounded together ever?
Could they ever be a part words from the same breath ever?

These quibbles perhaps have a never ending answer, even if there's an effort put into making their periphery into a more conspicuous fringe. The extent of blurriness that has been developed between them would perhaps never ever fade down to a word called “clarity”…

The term multilingualism can refer to an occurrence regarding an individual speaker who uses two or more languages, a community of speakers where two or more languages are used, or between speakers of different languages.

In today’s global society, the ability to speak more than one language is a valuable asset. Fluency and command over other languages apart from just the “home” or “native languages” enhance economic competitiveness abroad, improve global communication, maintain political and security interests, and also promote tolerance and inter cultural awareness.

Researchers have expressed the existence of a positive link between proficiency in more than one language and cognitive skills in language learning, as a true (but, un-quantized) function of their ancestry. Some studies indicate that individuals who learn a second language are more creative and better at solving complex problems than those who do not.
Although the opportunities for learning languages may vary depending on where we live there are many ways by which we can encourage the study of languages. But be it any means of approaching a syntactical learning of a language, there can be no substitute to that element of that edge of “in-built inheritance” that people in few parts of the world have it inculcated in them, through repeated "Linguistic mutations" either during their life time or at least during their latest precursory ancestry.

One such integrated fraction of the world map is India, the land of multilingualism… (As its been rightly regarded!).
The success story of Indians as being the most “multilingual people on planet earth” has been told and retold like a modern folk tale. It’s also often cited as the key evidence to why Indians excel in many areas of problem solving, innovation processing and computation.

But how did we (or they) leap into this super-high stature without undue hardship?,
Was it just sheer luck?
Or is it a mere co-incidence?
Well, these questions, would perhaps (re)integrate myriad debates together...

Debates apart, if we quietly sit and introspect on the kind of cultural and linguistical transformations that we Indians have undergone in the past several centuries, we would clearly see that a historically unprecedented characteristic has been thrust into us. This traces back to the ages of the Moguls and the contemporary poets of that age, who not only showed active adaptive characteristics to a new culture, but also to binding the succession of the newly portrayed means of communication as a linear function-proportional to their own.

Talking about the diversity in India (at least with respect to the languages!) . There's usually a lighter joke that people make about a conversations between two Indians from different state, this would perhaps make us feel why exactly we Indians are more inclined into learning many a languages. In fact, I must admit that we usually don’t learn a language in India because we love that language, but more so because we are forced to learn the native language of the state that we belong to. (No matter how good our Hindi speaking skills are, we still have to make sure that we at least know how to basically converse in the local language of a state…)

Going by the flow… I thought I could actually get into picture this little observation that I’ve noticed with some of my friends. Its just that when ever I take them along with me to my native place (i.e. Madras, it’s a Tamil speaking place that is present in the eastern part of South India) they are very hesitant to talk to the localites there. And when they do get up to speak to one, they are unsure of what to say and end up going back to ‘How do you do? Fine and You?’ kind of conversations.


I would like to quote an incident here (in this regard!), which happened a few years ago...
I know this little talkative friend of mine (Swathy), who usually can’t stay away from blabbering around. And during August, 2005- She happened to accompany me, along with the other buddies of mine-to a well known pilgrimage in south India –“Tirupathi!” the local language in Tirupathi is Telugu (Which is the native language of the people belonging to the Andhra Pradesh state of Southern India..). It so happened that once we landed in Tirupathi, some elderly person approached Swathy and asked her " Ammaiye, Ikada whedu neelu Yekkada Dorakathundi?!!" (This literally means “Madam, Where do we get warm water here?”) Going by the human ego constraints, we all know that people don’t really want to admit that they don’t know the language, neither do they want to stay away from talking to the localites (She's very talkative by nature , you see!!).
So, here we had Swathy struck amidst deep problem, she really didn’t know what it meant and what she had to reply. But, since Telugu was a variant of Kannada, which happens to be the local language of Karnataka (the place where we hail from!), and a simple intelligent interrogation into the phonetics of Telugu, might somehow lead to deciphering the speech. And this is exactly what my friend Swathy tried doing, I guess she observed a word that had a very close Kannada connection, “neelu” which sounds dialectic to a Kannada word “Neeru” (meaning water…) and more into boggling her IQ skills, (which I presume she had!) she actually would have related the action of that elderly person, which was more like moving his palm to and fro towards and away from his mouth, with his thumbs up…This in some way (at least by a simple knowledge of anthropology) makes us interpret that it’s got to do something with water.
After all such multiple “central processing unit” usage, Swathy finally decided that the gentleman wanted “Water!”, but there was this little internal cavil within her, yet again!.. “What did the other words that he uttered, mean??”...
Well, since she'd already lost a lot of cognitions, trying to contemplate and figure out the action and then trying to match it with the words that he uttered, she was now pretty much very restless and in no real mood to think more. So she concluded that the person was asking her “Where Neeru?”...(She concluded the first word “Whedu” to be the English word "Where...”). So that’s something like asking “Where is water?”.
So, now that she had some understanding of that persons need, she began her actional reply! (Not really sure about existence of such a word!).So, trying to show the person where the water is, she just pointed to the pond and tried to reply in Telugu (like as though she knew it .. hehe..) and said “Idhu Snana maado neeru” (which in kannada means “This is the water to take bath”..) but sadly in Telugu it means “You talk too much!” (Hahaha!!) (That’s the specialty of the language; different words in different languages mean different things!).
Now after listening to Swathy's horrible reply, the elderly gentleman threw on her some curse notes and was telling her that she wasn’t a good girl, and kept pouring to her some advices about how to talk politely!...
And on the other side...Just next to her...listening to all this, my friend (Balram) and me (we were sitting and having loud rolls of laughter’s and giggle’s…We just couldn’t stop laughing!!!) and later we tried and convinced the elderly gentleman that Swathy didn’t know Telugu, that she replied in kannada, and just that it was wrongly interpreted by him! (Sigh!!, that was a horrible experience for Swathy. I'm sure that she would never ever forget that and what’s more? She in fact decided that she will never be trying to talk to someone in an unknown language!!...)
(Hahaha…And guess what!. Now, she's in Germany-pursuing her Student Articleship at Deutsche Bank- Only god knows how her life would be there (Pun Intended!)

Although, I don’t claim to be some sort of conversation master myself; I’ve had my share of awkward conversations and less than ideal interactions when I have been to some of the northern states of India. But, from my experience talking to localites, and from the fact that I usually keep wandering from place to place I feel that for most people who travel, it's impossible to escape being a foreigner or an outsider for that matter. No matter how hospitable, how inviting, or how familiar the people around us seem to be, in the end, the fact of the matter is that we don't belong there…and that they do!!
A lot of tourists get completely locked into this sort of mind frame, right from when they move into an all new place (more like a stranger's paradise!!) and then they move around the world as thought everything is set against them and that the world in that part of the integrated geography is nothing more but "up-side down!"

On the other hand, Even if we don't fall into this sort of category, we’re still a tourist none the less!!(It’s a plain, simple and straight forward epitome of a fact!). Sure, we can be a "traveler," too (if we want) but it's a mistake to think that we are better than the rest of the horses in the stable!!

If you ask why?
Then the answer would rather be unambiguous...It’s simply because you don't belong!!(And worse still, are the chances that you think that you belong to the world- that you simply don’t!!)

Now, being a foreigner doesn't mean you're absolutely on your own. In fact, by being a foreigner, you've got an immediate new group of friends! (All of whom are also foreigners!!).There's nothing in this world that unites and brings people together more than the feeling that they posses of "Not belonging!!”.

So, you meet people. If you're really good at traveling, you don't mess about when you meet people, either -- it's the people who've spent the last three months wandering the globe who walk up to you out of the blue just as you put your bag uncertainly by your bed in the hostel or hotel and say “hi, I'm Bob; who are you?”


Nobody is an island, and believe me!, traveling alone will make a desperate extrovert out of the shyest and meekest. Just speak with a non-native accent, and suddenly that hairy guy in the ditch black shorts and a rather horary looking T-shirt with hues of Death Metal hanging over from the top...is now your best friend. Just having a friendly conversation can become the high point of your night.
On the other hand…Say that you come over to India and go bong over a conversation with a local guy with a rather “weird American accent!” -- "Yo! dude, wasuup?- aint the weather ye bit crunchy o'er the tarp?!!?" or you try and look a more Indian than an American by trying to go with pure Kan-glish (An eclectic mixture of KANnada and enGLISH)--" Yaello!, how ij the weatherr yere yat bengaluru??"..
Either ways… things will surely not work out..(Artificial is never natural! - a simple fact!!) and to add more fuel to the fire the fact that you now cant but cover your identity as a foreigner, would make you more a stranger than what you actually were!!.

The one problem with all this, though, is actually relating to these people. I mean, come on -- how much do you really have in common with the guy in that horary looking T-shirt with hues of Death Metal??.. What could you possibly have to talk about? The thought occurred to me recently during a trip to North India, so I tried to take note of how things worked (at least, in my case). In general, you've got a few options:

--Sometimes it's very easy; just talk about traveling. One woman I met introduced herself to me just by saying “Hi, Me hu Deboshree- Kemon Aachis?!?” Maybe it's not exactly what went into my head!, but still just take note of the Murphy's philosophy to dealing with such pesky conflict- Just over do the actions a bit little more without actually saying anything!!, but make sure that it's meaningful enough!!!. When you meet someone somewhere, recently having come from somewhere else, there is a very good chance that that someone might end up going wherever it is you just came from.

--Nearly everyone has a travel horror story, and if it's a credible story, that sort of information can be practical. Talking traveling "shop" is popular, particularly if you're of the backpack-and-a-good-pair-of-boots variety of traveler; that stuff you carry tends to get expensive after a while, and many people will jump at the chance to tell you all about what they happen to have brought along.

--Another common tactic is to play roving sociologist. In Calcutta(Or Kolkata), I had an incredibly thoughtful conversation once with a guy I met at a hostel who basically encapsulated the whole of Bengali society, top to bottom. We talked about the burgeoning technology job market, the economy, the invasion of the French culture...and we were brilliant. It would've made for a fascinating doctoral thesis, much less conversation over beer in a noisy pub. As outsiders, we are uniquely qualified to comment on what goes on around us. So why not? Analyze the dynamics of familial groups in Lapland, muse about the origins of tribal conflict in central Africa, or discuss the implications of ancestor worship on Chinese life. You can step outside of that ugly bar brawl breaking out one table over and trace the socio-economic factors that caused a heavy beer mug to hit somebody in the head without fear of being involved -- you're a outsider, remember? And, hey, if you're really good, you can always write a book.

--This brings me to the most crucial topic of conversation for lonely foreigners stranded abroad: sports. Now, this may only apply to men, I must admit -- most of my conversations with women while running this little experiment tended to stick to the topics above. But the subject of sports unites pretty much every guy you could possibly meet. If they don't know anything about sports, you can bet they'll pretend they do, just to keep the conversation going, so you absolutely can't lose. For the most part, I can't stand sports, but I've discovered that when I'm traveling, I find myself pulling obscure facts and observations out of nowhere so I can at least credibly pretend I know a thing or two about basketball.
Many folks you meet who aren't from the India will have at least football, and nearly all of them will have some kind of an opinion of it (largely bad), and they won't hesitate to give it to you. Holy God!, discussing sports with
some people can escalate beyond just friendly conversation into full-on debate, which, for entertainment and bonding purposes, beats conversation hands-down.

The possibilities are endless, really and truly. I was accosted at one point on the front stoop of a Singapore hostel by an extremely drunk pair of young students (who were around their mid 20's...), one of whom was determined to find out from me the winner of the Euro 2008! Unfortunately, I had no idea who won, but he didn't quite get that, as he apparently found my Indian twang as perplexing as I found his Indonesian accent. This led to an interesting little exchange:

"Football? FOOT - BALL."
"Yeah, football, but the game-"
"Football. Football! Er...soccer? Soccer!"
"Yes, I know what football is, but I don't know who won that game."
"Feh, useless."

He never got the winning team out of me, but the attempt made us pals until he and his mate wandered drunkenly off down the street.

Now, I can't honestly claim to know why this works the way it does; why really should just talking sporting events unite people like this? Why not poetry or poker? Another example from my trip may shed a bit of light, however -- at one point in Bangalore, I was sitting in a Coffee Bar, bemoaning the team India's pathetic performance in the 2008 World Cup to a die-hard Australian supporter!!!.

Listening to me rant about the Indian teams inability to keep the score board ticking, the guy went from practiced disdain towards me to kind-eyed sympathy, and why? The reason is a big part of what makes sports the language of men everywhere: no matter where you're from, everybody in the world knows exactly how it feels to back a losing team.

Ah..These thoughts are nothing more than just a sampling of my opinions and aren’t meant to be the standard rules of talking with foreigners. The mood of the persons involved, the environment, the place, or any other aspects could affect the way how these conversations go. So don’t think that this is the fixed way, conversations are flexible and dynamic, just like the people involved.

But for those who aren’t multilingual, the tips would never go in vain..

With that, below are the 5 tips I think would improve your conversations with outsiders without being a multilingual bard!.

-- Speak slowly and clearly. As I’ve said before, they really won’t expect you to speak perfect language, and will forgive you if you have to repeat yourself. But it’s important that you speak slowly and clearly so that they can hear you the first time.

-- In my experience, it’s better if you don’t ask ‘Do you understand?’ too often because it is pretty annoying to them. Imagine if you’re talking with someone and every few sentences that person would ask you that question. If they don’t understand, they will ask you to repeat yourself. This is usually the case, and believe me, this happens more often than you think. Foreigners are very assertive and confident, so that means you don’t have to be afraid that you need to ask them whether they understand you or not. They will ask.

-- Speak up! Most complaints I’ve received from foreigners is that people have tiny voices. We know that this is not true! It’s just that whenever we talk with a foreigner we turn down our volume because we’re not sure whether what we’re saying is correct or not. So speak up, and don’t be afraid to be wrong because after all, learning a new language is a process on its own. Each little mistake you make will in the end make you a better conversationalist. This brings me to my next point.

-- You don’t need to be grammatically correct. It’s important for you to know this. Another complaint I’ve received from foreigners I’ve talked to is that most people take up a long time to answer simple questions they ask them. This makes the foreigners hesitant to ask another follow up question because it takes too much time. I told him, “Well, the reason is that most of us want to be correct, you know. They don’t want to make you confused by what they say.” He told me, “It’s not important if they’re grammatically correct or not. Heck, even I don’t talk grammatically correct with my friends! The important thing is I know the point he wants to get across.” I just nodded my head. So be confident in yourself, and speak up what’s in your mind, whether or not you think it’s grammatically correct or not. They’ll get the message you want to say.

-- Maybe you’re afraid that your pronunciation is wrong. I think this is ridiculous! So what if your pronunciation is wrong? The foreign language is not your first language, and the foreigner knows this. They’ll be very forgiving about your bad pronunciation. And your pronunciation is probably not that bad either. Anyway though, don’t expect them to correct your bad pronunciation. You have to say at the beginning that you want to be corrected on any wrong pronunciation you say. That goes for grammar too. This is because most foreigners respect your dignity and won’t presume to correct you in fear that they might hurt your feelings. Just tell them that you want to be corrected, and they’ll do so gladly. I mean, it’s a win-win situation. You improve your speaking skills, and the foreigner gets a better conversation partner to talk to. Great, isn’t it?

It’s great that you’ve initiated conversations with foreigners. It’s a mini culture exchange, which can benefit both sides.

Whenever two people meet, negotiations take place. If they want to express solidarity and sympathy, they tend to seek common features in their behavior. If speakers wish to express distance towards or even dislike of the person they are speaking to, the reverse is true, and differences are sought. This mechanism also extends to language.
Various, but not nearly all, multi-lingual’s tend to use context language switching, a term that describes the process of 'swapping' between languages. In many cases, context language switching is motivated by the wish to express loyalty to more than one cultural group, as holds for many immigrant communities in the New World. Code-switching may also function as a strategy where proficiency is lacking. Such strategies are common if the vocabulary of one of the languages is not very elaborated for certain fields, or if the speakers have not developed proficiency in certain lexical domains, as in the case of immigrant languages.
This context language switching appears in many forms. If a speaker has a positive attitude towards both languages and towards context language switching, many switches can be found, even within the same sentence. If, however, the speaker is reluctant to use context language switching, as in the case of a lack of proficiency, he might knowingly or unknowingly try to camouflage his attempt by converting elements of one language into elements of the other language. This results in speakers using words like “courrier noir” (which literally means “mail that is black”) in French, instead of the proper word for blackmail, “chantage”.

Bilingual interaction can even take place without the speakers switching. In certain areas, it is not uncommon for speakers to consistently each use a different language. This phenomenon is found, amongst others, in Scandinavia. Speakers of Swedish and Norwegian can easily communicate with each other speaking their respective language. It is usually called non-convergent discourse. This phenomenon is also found in Argentina, where Spanish and Italian are both widely spoken, even leading to cases where a child with a Spanish and an Italian parent grows up fully bilingual, with both parents speaking only their own language yet knowing the other. Another example is the former state of Czechoslovakia, where two languages (Czech and Slovak) were in common use. Most Czechs and Slovaks understand both languages, although they would use only one of them (their respective mother tongue) when speaking. For example, in Czechoslovakia it was common to hear two people talking on television each speaking a different language without any difficulty understanding each other. Another example would be a Slovak having read a book in Czech and afterwards being unsure whether he was reading it in Czech or Slovak. This bilingualism still exists nowadays, although it has started to deteriorate after Czechoslovakia split up.

There have been instances and situations where everyone in a community spoke several languages. (It is not unusual for classical musicians to speak French, German, Italian, and English.) People addressed people in each other's languages: a Frenchman would ask a German a question in German, and the German would reply in French. This was apparently customary among highly-educated Europeans and Asians, as well as between Americans and Europeans; an American who speaks German and a native German might speak to each other this way.This is the reverse of non-convergent discourse (where the speaker speaks in the listener's language instead of his own), and is meant to show respect for the listener.

And this is the pathway towards achieving a world with people closer to each other, people who could understand each other in a better way and "world" being considered as a community in a whole, in which people live with high integrity.

Using multi linguistic approaches to meet this flag post, would perhaps be the most ideal way into bridging differences between people of different nations, or in bring different nations together.



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Ven-her-hell in Min-her-hell - Vect-her and Sweat-her..

I-'mm-u-know! err"Dont you know?"- She's too snot-her , and hot-her! (too!)
Me-'m-her-rising and Pie-hip-lie-inng. Yeah!, She has a catch-her and top-her (too!)
Un-limited fun is what we have in her class..Be it when we're Follow-hers or Par-hell-hell pro-cess-hers!

Veneral in Mineral, Vector and Sweater..
Immuno!..err.. "Dont you know?"- She's too snotter, and hotter! (too!)
Memorising and Pipelining. Yeah!, She has a catcher and topper (too!)
Unlimited fun is what we have in her class..Be it when we're followers or parallel processors!


An epitome of "Split-o-logy"..
hehe..
Lolz..Very sorry for this horrible piece of poetry(if i could say so!..hehe!)..
This one's a heavily encrypted write..meant for only those people with De-crypting capablities..

We'll..If you were a part of that "back bencher"(B-hack Bench-her !? hehe) club..i must say..that you know it all..:)

*So Parental Guidance (PG) and Masters in Bench-mark decypting Applications (MBA) is a must..hehe..*

*Posted on heavy demand!!-Lolz~!!*



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Aha!

Laid on no dial.

Never odd or even

Evil I did dwell,
lewd did I live.

I did, did I?
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O, stone, be not so.

Won't I panic in a pit now?

Are we not drawn onward,
we few,
drawn onward to new era?
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(God Says..)

Lol!!

Draw, O coward!

A

Dumb mud!

&

Redraw a warder.

In

A

Redivider..

Eb, Be

Deified

&

..Now u Won..

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Poetry with Palindromes this..
Hehe..


Dammit I'm Mad!

Huh?

Oh, no! Don Ho!

Ma is as selfless as I am!!





**Foot Note**
Hi All,
This one's termed a palindrome poetry..
Each italicized line in this poem is a palindrome- Including the title....(though a few words have been added to explicitly add a route..)

The poem is not just plaindrome without a meaning..(as it seems so)..
It is portrayed as a conversation between a "Man in Morose, cursing God-For his lost life.. " and "God's reply to the man's query..."..


Your take on this..?

With an adverse

In every verse
By the waves that perverse..

I see Me,
In your pupils see-saw glee
As sea saw the sun behind the cloud's seethe..

My heart jumps illumed!- A Fusion or Fission?
Or is it the gusts of your illusion,
That's ill-willing the treason of passion..

I coil her in my heart's trove,
Me coiled in her abyssed love,
Together we co-yelled, away from the dream that we drove..


Hehe..Sorry for this rather horrible piece of poetry..
it was just an impromptu..A doodle during a "kit-kat break" away from my studies..:))

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Dots of tears
Happiness of Exclamations!
Question marks lie unanswered
Full stop will this joy-Ever?
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The hour glass lies inverted
Time begins its ticks
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With
Capitalizations decorating a start
Consonants chain-one to yet another
Knitting neatly across
As the 'vowel'ic adhesives' smother..
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'Slash'y thoughts get bind a million
The spacious dots get paused in Echelon;

The comma's erase
Emanating vibrations myriad
Vastly spreading across the acoustical world-
They sway..
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The dots extend
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Tracing the parenthesis of time
Jumping aloft the 'colon'ed hurdles
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The span meets the flag post
Dialectic they decay..
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Words die
become pauses again
Tears reincarnate
Deteriorating the exclamations
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Dots of tears emerge
Yet again!,
Now lying besmirched in solvents of melancholy

As life meets its Full Stop!
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-!nversed Poignancy!


A simple doodle..:))
Ah!
Routed are the thoughts..
To and fro--Left ear to right..
In and Out;
For,from and TO
Irritate with varying depths (of)
Constant sleepy heights...
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I stay mum!
Altercating - "May be!!" ( I think..Wonder...)
Letting the "intuition" flow...


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W
I
T
H
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Internal thoughts
Negating
Torus' of networked speeches..
.....(All).....
Emanating
Literal ideas- FROM
Lateral Idiocies!...
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Imaginations skewed
Galored passions of Fun..Now lying..
Eigened !;
Nulled !!;
Calloused..!!!;
...(And)...
Err..!!!!!!!!


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....(Its All Gone)....

M
I
S
S
I
N
G!!


-!nversed Poignancy!
The apparel is Green
It was our Life's spleen.
Leaves lounged in brown
Its our Apparels' town..
Its UVCE's stardom
Our Soul's freedom..

An ODE to..
UVCE Galleria
All Crazied 2005-09!

-!nversed Poignancy!
Oh! the zephyr's zinging..
Parchments swaying..
Err!- Seeing am I?
Ravishing texts-hued with tiles??
Ah!, Algorithmic are they?- I wonder..
Tingling within- A dong?
Isolated and Dead is the mind;
Negating are the thoughts.
Gosh! What am I doing?!!?
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Scorning???
Yawning?!!?---[Na!!]
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Sleeping (with)
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True
Ecstasy
Magnified!!
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And Now I stand

H
A
N
G
E
D!!

-!nversed Poignancy!
In the Library-Amidst a pile of books..
With a Quibbled Mind ; Myriad Blank Thought Hooks...

Dumbstruck i am-Pondering about the title..Nameless..?
Sitting besides me-An idiot,A shameless..:)

hehe..!
Guess,Who's around..??
Lolz..!
Widely swept deep blue - in backdrops
O'er and across the horizon's-it gallops
Eyes on eyes-in the ascent of magnification she whines a look
Amidst the myriad hues-she's seen as a brown speck...
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A vintage Ave she is,
Winging her passions to obelisk;
More higher she files,splitting ruthlessly-the mid air,
No quantum's on earth she endows-Not even an aim to spare...
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The peak is kissed,
Surpassed has she,the entirety of the cirrus...
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A gawk glitters;
Myriad thought flickers;
Her eyes bayonets the trove's lying below,
Down she leaps;To quench her treasury love...
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The dominions persist;
Sheer anarchy's it consist..
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Purpling her covets in all streams,
To factual reality she brings-All her dreams..
Toddling abode on velvet's she sways,
Putting a slaughterer's mark all the way..
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Then..
At a visible Distance...
Sprung an obscure ray;
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All scattered..
And Focused..
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Creeping in on her purple wined contour..
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And;
Alas..!!
A million hues meld in 'wine';
The champagne gold and the purple foam-All entwined..
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Hush!
Went a..
Blank Squeak.
Hyaline darkness.
All to be heard,Nothing seen..
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Then swished..
A
Burning magnesium..
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Leaving a jiffy to pause.
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The legacy had fallen,
The anarchy lay comatose.
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Horribly splashed was the tableau
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The speck remained a speck..
The backdrops-All drenched..
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The scene..
...So Serene..;
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It was Blood
Blooded
On the Bloodiest...!


-!nversed Poignancy!


Hehe..
A very abstract one I must admit..
Dedicated to a "Spoo"ic Nightmare..!
An utterly common demand from a shameless creature..lolz..!

It was a indeed a true Nightmare..,

It was dream about a 'woman' dictator who's rules the world over..
And then faces an Un-naturally sad death..
The reason for which remained unknown..

Just thought i should share it here..
To get your contemplations on this..A dream analysis if possible..


And dear dumbo..
When you read this..I could hear you say..Bingo!..
Lol..
Deis ist Mein Geschenk fur dien...
...Umm...Sie wiesse...I guess...
Hehe..Shameo..!

Rendezvous' with techno-his erR..?
Abnormality!- it appears; Makes him out of this world SortA..?
Jeopardized with metal; None go J..!
Antiquious,Un-lethargic; No parities , Not even a pleA..!
Testifying,Un-pacifying;his passions unjesT..
Hallucinations he swears by;Call it insipid,call it higH..

Forever he'd remain the same...
The Lord of un-canny;
Humungusly Adventurous..
A true Amigo..
Perfectly authentic...
"RAJATH"...:)

-!nversed Poignancy!


[Lolz..!
This one's tailored for "Rajath"..
hehe..As the parrot says...
He's a perfect chillax..!
A damn cool buddy of mine..!
Bows to thee Dude..
]
In the class we snore
Ratiocinating,Dozing and more..
Relative are the addressings
Ir-relavent are 'her' dressings..[hehe]
Traveling over and above-words and locutions
Admiring we scorn-In confusions..
Tantalizing close to hell-are we ;
Insipid tolerances-all there to see..!
Negating cognizances and Winking down a many- In the class..
Gone with the wind-Yeah!,In hindi its "khallas"..!!


[Nuances from a last bench..hehe..!
lolz..!]

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