Monday, 27 February 2017

A Scripted Journey

This post comprises of the entire article that I submitted for the TEDxICT Mumbai Blog. I'm not very confident of its selection.
The title I presented it with was 'Learning Writing', though I am now quite certain that the title of this post was apter. So, here I present, the raw, unedited form of it.

""I have always been looking out for opportunities to write. There must be people who have similar feelings out there. There are some people who write for the sake of writing. I don’t want to do that. I want to write something, something deep and interesting – like the literature I have read. The only writing that a student nowadays gets to do easily is, well, taking class notes and during exams. In the olden times, hostelites and their families would communicate using letters. Phone calls, SMSs and WhatsApp are much more prevalent now.
One thing I am really interested in is the art of writing. I don’t mean the way in which words are arranged or how the information is conveyed. I mean the art of actually “writing”. The shapes of alphabets and different writing styles intrigue me. Why is one symbol pronounced this way and the other that? This interest has driven my passion for scripts. Fortunately, this also gives me a good reason and an excellent opportunity to write.
If a language is an app, then the OS is its script. So, knowing the script doesn’t tell me about the language. If I know a script, I can ‘read’ what’s written but understanding what I’m reading is an entirely different endeavour. Scripts are absolute, languages are variable. The first script I learnt would have to be Devanagari. Devanagari covers three languages, at least. I’m happy to say that I know these three – Marathi, Hindi and Sanskrit. The second script I learnt was the Roman script. This is the script used by the English language. The script is a base for many European languages – German, French, Spanish – you name it! To survive, knowing these two scripts and some associated languages is more than enough.
Some 7 years back, I went to Kolkata on a vacation. I couldn’t read the signs, banners and posters written in Bangla. I asked my dad to teach me. He did. Now, I could understand elementary things like names of hotels and so. I was happy. When we came back home, the matter was forgotten.
When we start learning algebra, we are gradually introduced to the Greek α, β. Get the pun? The Greek alphabet is, at the start, uncannily similar to the Roman alphabet. This led me to think about the historical links between the two. I was happy to know I was on the right track when I read quotes of famous people saying that European culture exists thanks to the Greek culture.
While studying for the scholarship exams and NTSE, I realised that my favourite sort of mental aptitude testing question type was the coding-decoding type. Learning new scripts is quite like these questions.
In 2014, we had the Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia. I didn’t know what’s written on the banners. My curiosity made me learn the Russian script – the Cyrillic. It shares many alphabets with Greek.
Two years back, I went to Karnataka. By just studying and comparing the road signs in Kannada to their English counterparts, I deciphered the Kannada script in just 5 days! Mind you, I do not know the Kannada language, but I can ‘read’ it. I may not understand it, but I can transliterate it.
This event fuelled me to learn more and more scripts. The same year, I started learning the Urdu script – the Nasta ‘līq script. Understanding this was a challenge. The letters look very different when seen separately and when used in words. They meld into one another, giving the script a sense of beauty. I can now read, and understand, Urdu, aided by the knowledge of Hindi.
Once, I went to the hospital. I saw some dots embossed onto the elevator button. I then learnt Braille visually – after all, it is a script. I heard the television advertisement for Idea, and a friend’s father pointed out that the “di di di deet deet di di di” at the end of it was actually “SMS” in Morse. I learnt Morse. One may realise that directly reading and writing it is a pain. So, I connected the dots, literally, in the case of Braille, creating a new modified script. Similarly, I modified Morse to make it look like oriental writing systems, but it is still alphabetical and not pictorial. All these are still scripts.
On my vacation to the north-east, I practised my Bangla and learnt the Assamese script, compared them. They are very similar, but differences are evident. For instance, the sound ‘w’ doesn’t exist in Bangla but does in Assamese. It’s the opposite for the ‘s’ sound.
I’m sort of acquainted with the Tamil script too. This helped me knowing that Bangla and Assamese use styles similar to Tamil for the ‘e’ and ‘o’ vowels to be added to consonants, while Kannada is more Devanagari-like.
All the scripts I had learnt so far were alphabetical or pronunciation-based. I wanted to take it a step further and learn the dreaded pictorial writing styles of the orient. That explains my current efforts to learn Japanese. This time, I’m trying something new – learning the language and the script. Japanese is quite complex as a writing style, as it is not a writing ‘style’ but is a mixture of writing ‘styles’. There are three different scripts that make up Japanese literature. Two of these are pronunciation-based, but one is pictorial. So, wish me luck!

Arigatou-gozaimasu!""

Friday, 24 February 2017

Travel

I attended a workshop conducted by the Maharashtra Chamber of Commerce, Industry and Agriculture (MACCIA) last Saturday. We were asked to define success. I said it is the achievement or development of skills required to reach pre-set goals in order to set further goals better suited to these new and developed skills. My ‘definition’ implies non-contentment. It has an inherent property of never stopping and, to quote Meet the Robinsons (does anyone remember that movie?), keep moving forward.
I’m writing this article from Pune. That’s right, I’m back home. I came back as usual by a Shivneri. Generally, it is a solitary journey but this time, I was accompanied by a friend. The travel takes a bit more than 4 hours. I am an introvert, so you can guess what I might be doing – listening to songs (on the radio), laptop-based entertainment or sometimes even studying. This friend of mine is an extrovert. I can’t even start to imagine thinking how bored he must have been. Half an hour into the journey, which is like reaching Chembur from Dadar, he was already bored.
One interesting thing about a Pune-Mumbai bus journey is that it takes approximately equal intervals of time to get out of Mumbai and to go to Pune from there. So, you start from Dadar, travel for an hour or so, and you’re still in Mumbai! It’s interesting in its own way. Some people (hmm) find it boring.
The only time I’m bored on the journey is if I don’t have enough charge on my laptop (or phone) and we are near Lonavala. I always drink coffee at Lonavala, so sleep is off the table. The radio connectivity is no good. One might think that being in the middle of two Indian megacities (Pune and Mumbai), such a problem should not occur. It is quite the opposite – the problem occurs due to this fact. The radio alternates between the Mumbai and Pune stations, with a lot of noise too!
Now, just a concluding random thought – one of our professors. He is well-known for his surprise CATs (continuous assessment tests) and he declares the result within 90 minutes, as in e-mails it to you within 90 minutes! Same with the mid-semester examinations – result delivery in an unimaginably small timescale. As a professor, too, he is very good, not unlike ICT faculty. In fact, I sometimes say that he’s so awesome, he might be from Pune!

#justpunethings

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Changes

As I mentioned earlier, my situation has changed quite a bit.

Most of my posts have been written from the perspective of a well-to-do introvert in his own room in his own house in Pune.
To contrast that, now, I live in a hostel in the heart of Mumbai! A hostel basically means introversion needs an update (geddit?). As everybody can expect, money is important, especially so in a hostel. Even more so, for a minor (below 18 years of age) without a bank card.

The positive side of that is that I started to get pocket money - yes, I did not receive pocket money, as in predetermined periodical instalments of spending money until now. Fortunately, I get by in that.

Earlier, the only travel I needed to do was from home to an academic institute, not more than 10 minutes of cycling. Special occasions like visiting IISER Pune called for a longer bike ride. Here, apart from attending classes maybe less than a kilometre apart, and going out to dine when the mess (not the "messy" one, or the "Messi" one), there's not much travel that needs to be done, the locality being so nice. But anywhere further calls for the Mumbai local - an inexpensive and quick way of transport, and in some cases, an adrenaline rush.

Further, more...

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Reincarnation

Two consecutive Mother's Days can be referred to as a sort of "reincarnation". Okay, enough with silly jokes...

To be honest, I had virtually given up on continuing the blog. This was due to lack of initiative and my laziness (not proud of it).

To the readers now:
Those who are seeing this for the first time, no problem - I'm thinking of starting anew. You may see the earlier articles (pre-July).
Those who are surprised that I did type out another article, at last, you're welcome.

The final push to do so came from a very unexpected, guess, what, fan letter! (Well, an e-mail) Yay! I have fan(s)!

I'm planning to keep a good flow rate of articles this time - not too separated (weeks) or too close (daily). Maybe 3 - 4 times a week?

I will be starting with the changes in my life in the past (July to now) 7 months. (Gosh! I didn't write for more than half a year!)

You will be surprised. I'm in a very different situation now, though the mind remains unchanged.

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