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A Close Crow Call
This morning the crows
were cawing loudly. Although I am not a huge fan of crows, the noise
they created made me get up from my chair and go to the window to see
what the commotion was all about.
Normally, the crows look in the direction of the threat when they caw this loudly. I tried to look for a cat, the most common threat that would be worthy of such noise. However, no cat was in sight. A snake perhaps? However, no slithering snake was to be seen. Neither a dangerous dog nor a cheerful cow. Now, I was curious. Why were the crows making such a huge racket when there was no apparent danger?
Normally, the crows look in the direction of the threat when they caw this loudly. I tried to look for a cat, the most common threat that would be worthy of such noise. However, no cat was in sight. A snake perhaps? However, no slithering snake was to be seen. Neither a dangerous dog nor a cheerful cow. Now, I was curious. Why were the crows making such a huge racket when there was no apparent danger?
I then looked at the
crows. Are they gone mad perhaps? They seemed to be talking loudly to
each other, actually more like yelling at each other. Their disturbing gathering was around the big badam (almond) tree that stands in front of my window
and obstructs my view of the beautiful sun set in the evenings.
There, in this tree was the threat — kite thread or, in Hindi, manja!
A baby crow was
entwined in the orange thread, stuck, and hanging for dear life. The
glass-coated string went round her neck and had tied her legs; she
seemed lifeless. I thought she was dead, but the crows knew she was
not. They kept shouting words in their language at this young
helpless bird. She listened carefully. Then, as if after complete
assimilation of each instruction being thrown at her, she did what
was told and set herself free by removing each knot that held her
captive. After untying the last knot by pulling the string apart with
her beak, she climbed onto the branch that she hung from about a few
moments back.
The onlooking crows
cheered her with a joyful round of cawing. After a minute of
exuberant cawing, each crow flew away in its own direction. I
returned to my chair and wrote about it.
Language and timely
communication saved a listening baby crow today!
My Story at LitLive
My entry for LitLive My Story at the Mumbai LitFest is
"Layla DeScribe."
"Layla DeScribe."
Remember Layla?
Layla DeScribe is a lively female character who loves languages. Although named by a Mumbai dabbawalla, the character is inspired by women I have trained and worked with in the past. There is a little bit of Layla in all of us!
[Visit http://www.litlive.in/ for details on the Mumbai LitFest.]
Layla DeScribe is a lively female character who loves languages. Although named by a Mumbai dabbawalla, the character is inspired by women I have trained and worked with in the past. There is a little bit of Layla in all of us!
[Visit http://www.litlive.in/ for details on the Mumbai LitFest.]
Word Count
This sentence has eight words written in Claylanguage. This one only four. Now two. Period.
Word count ... 
"Use a picture. It's worth a thousand words."
- Arthur Brisbane
Claylanguage transforms content but sticks to the word count.
Did You Know?
Claylanguage: The United Language is also a study to determine whether shaping a better language can help shape a happier life. If speaking or writing better has helped shape your life, please feel free to share it with Claylanguage. You can mail us at claylanguage@gmail.com with details on how language played an important part in shaping your life. Thanks!
Voice of the United Language
To write the united language is fun. It is something I love to do when I have something to share or whenever I am in a mood to shape language.
I now have another interesting and related pastime:
To study words in other languages.
Google Translate (the tool on the right →) has grown. It has so many languages in different scripts. This tool translates one language into the many others on its list. Friends from all around the non-English speaking world can simply select a language to experience the joy of reading the united language in a language of their choice. Although you may speak or read in English, you can still go ahead and read this post in another language.
Words seem to have a deeper meaning when read in the context of another language. A word is uniquely connected in all the languages and is more than its meaning in a single language. It is like the hidden voice of the united language!
I now have another interesting and related pastime:
To study words in other languages.
Google Translate (the tool on the right →) has grown. It has so many languages in different scripts. This tool translates one language into the many others on its list. Friends from all around the non-English speaking world can simply select a language to experience the joy of reading the united language in a language of their choice. Although you may speak or read in English, you can still go ahead and read this post in another language.
Words seem to have a deeper meaning when read in the context of another language. A word is uniquely connected in all the languages and is more than its meaning in a single language. It is like the hidden voice of the united language!
Shaping Language
The quality of a regional language influences the quality of life of the people living in that particular region. During the ages and civilizations of the past, the quality of people’s lives was always better when they chose to improve their language and communication.
Claylanguage helps you shape the language you use to share with people.
Here's your chance to educate friends to speak, listen, read or write better. Share our links and resources on languages or guide friends here to shape up their language skills.
Claylanguage helps you shape the language you use to share with people.
Here's your chance to educate friends to speak, listen, read or write better. Share our links and resources on languages or guide friends here to shape up their language skills.
Claylanguage can also help you edit educational content.
A Language Mystery
Now very early in the morning,
The Lord came again into the temple,
and all the people came to Him.
He sat down, and taught them.
The scribes and the Pharisees
brought a woman taken in adultery.
Having set her in the midst,
they told Him,
“Teacher, we found this woman in adultery,
in the very act.
Now in our law,
Moses commanded us to stone such.
What then do You say about her?”
They said this testing Him,
that they might have something to accuse Him of.
But The Lord stooped down,
and wrote on the ground with His finger.
(John 8:6)
[First part of the only recorded instance of The Lord writing.]
But when they continued asking Him,
He looked up and said to them,
“He who is without sin among you,
let him throw the first stone at her.”
Again He stooped down,
and with His finger wrote on the ground.
(John 8:8)
[Second part of the only recorded instance of The Lord writing.]
They, when they heard it,
being convicted by their conscience,
went out one by one,
beginning from the oldest,
even to the last.
The Lord was left alone with the woman
where she was, in the middle.
The Lord, standing up, saw her and said,
“Woman, where are your accusers?
Did no one condemn you?”
She said, “No one, Lord.”
The Lord said,
“Neither do I condemn you.
Go your way. From now on, sin no more.”
I love reading the Bible because I love the language of the Bible.
I also love reading about the great heroes from the stories of the Bible.
Here, the greatest hero wrote. He wrote.
What He wrote I know not.
He used His finger and the ground to write.
Did He write a Question?
"Where is the man or is he above your law?"
Did He continue writing an Answer?
"The same law forgot the man and thus forgave him."
What He wrote we know not.
St. John knew and wrote not.
Interestingly, some writings do not include the entire narrative mentioned above.
So what on earth did He write?
The Lord wrote that which cannot be described in words...
Inexpressible, ineffable words!
The Lord came again into the temple,
and all the people came to Him.
He sat down, and taught them.
The scribes and the Pharisees
brought a woman taken in adultery.
Having set her in the midst,
they told Him,
“Teacher, we found this woman in adultery,
in the very act.
Now in our law,
Moses commanded us to stone such.
What then do You say about her?”
They said this testing Him,
that they might have something to accuse Him of.
But The Lord stooped down,
and wrote on the ground with His finger.
(John 8:6)
[First part of the only recorded instance of The Lord writing.]
But when they continued asking Him,
He looked up and said to them,
“He who is without sin among you,
let him throw the first stone at her.”
Again He stooped down,
and with His finger wrote on the ground.
(John 8:8)
[Second part of the only recorded instance of The Lord writing.]
They, when they heard it,
being convicted by their conscience,
went out one by one,
beginning from the oldest,
even to the last.
The Lord was left alone with the woman
where she was, in the middle.
The Lord, standing up, saw her and said,
“Woman, where are your accusers?
Did no one condemn you?”
She said, “No one, Lord.”
The Lord said,
“Neither do I condemn you.
Go your way. From now on, sin no more.”
I love reading the Bible because I love the language of the Bible.
I also love reading about the great heroes from the stories of the Bible.
Here, the greatest hero wrote. He wrote.
What He wrote I know not.
He used His finger and the ground to write.
Did He write a Question?
"Where is the man or is he above your law?"
Did He continue writing an Answer?
"The same law forgot the man and thus forgave him."
What He wrote we know not.
St. John knew and wrote not.
Interestingly, some writings do not include the entire narrative mentioned above.
So what on earth did He write?
The Lord wrote that which cannot be described in words...
Inexpressible, ineffable words!
Listen
Listen … let your heart keep seeking
Listen … to His constant speaking
Listen … to the Spirit calling you
Listen … to His inspiration
Listen … to His invitation
Listen … to the Spirit calling you
He’s in the sound of the thunder
In the whisper of the breeze
He’s in the might of the whirlwind
In the roaring of the seas
He’s in the laughter of children
In the patter of the rain
Hear Him in cries of the suffering
In their moaning and their pain
He speaks through all your companions
Through the friendly, through the foe
Therefore, give ear to the Spirit
Where soever He may blow
Listen … to His constant speaking
Listen … to the Spirit calling you
Listen … to His inspiration
Listen … to His invitation
Listen … to the Spirit calling you
He’s in the sound of the thunder
In the whisper of the breeze
He’s in the might of the whirlwind
In the roaring of the seas
He’s in the laughter of children
In the patter of the rain
Hear Him in cries of the suffering
In their moaning and their pain
He’s in the noise of the city
In the twitter of the bird
And in the night-time, the stillness
Helps you listen to His word
And in the night-time, the stillness
Helps you listen to His word
He speaks through all your companions
Through the friendly, through the foe
Therefore, give ear to the Spirit
Where soever He may blow
Women
The Woman who inspired me
to write at home - Mother
to write at school - Kindergarten teacher
to write for a cause - Grand mother
to write in Hindi - Grand aunt
to write with a paintbrush - Art teacher
to write essays - 7th Grade teacher
to write as a hobby - 8th Grade teacher
to write in French - 8th Grade teacher
to write for Unity & Peace - Mother Teresa
to write in German - College professor
to write to be published - Sister
to write to be read - Church friend
to write to be heard - College friend
to write by experimenting - Head of Dept.
to write using a personal style - Supervisor
to write for international readers - Colleague
to write at work - Supervisor
to write a blog - Colleague
to write humor - Layla
Yes, behind every successful man, there was, is, and will be a woman.
Wishing You A Very Happy Women's Day!
to write at home - Mother
to write at school - Kindergarten teacher
to write for a cause - Grand mother
to write in Hindi - Grand aunt
to write with a paintbrush - Art teacher
to write essays - 7th Grade teacher
to write as a hobby - 8th Grade teacher
to write in French - 8th Grade teacher
to write for Unity & Peace - Mother Teresa
to write in German - College professor
to write to be published - Sister
to write to be read - Church friend
to write to be heard - College friend
to write by experimenting - Head of Dept.
to write using a personal style - Supervisor
to write for international readers - Colleague
to write at work - Supervisor
to write a blog - Colleague
to write humor - Layla
Yes, behind every successful man, there was, is, and will be a woman.
Wishing You A Very Happy Women's Day!
You
I had deleted this blog thinking that it would benefit no one to read.
I uploaded the blog backup feeling that it would encourage me to write.
I will update this blog knowing that it would be You to love.
Much Thanks to You.
धन्यवाद |
I uploaded the blog backup feeling that it would encourage me to write.
I will update this blog knowing that it would be You to love.
Much Thanks to You.
धन्यवाद |
Chain Communication
The buses on certain routes in Mumbai are overcrowded.
After fortunately entering at the bus stop, if the bus stops,
Trying to get a ticket is another difficult endeavor.
Your voice like the conductor tends to go unheard
With the surround noise testing your listening skills.
In my deep silence, I hear an old woman yell...
“Mandir se Nagar … Mandir se Nagar.”
I looked at her as she yelled into my face.
I thought an enthusiastic mantra she was chanting
Until she handed me her money repeating...
“मंदिर से नगर |”
It then struck me, to the conductor she was pleading.
To please pass on the money, my hand I was lending.
“Mandir se Nagar” to the conductor I uttered;
My long hand returned the ticket of which she had endlessly muttered.
Communication on the bus is a different story.
When the total holding capacity of a bus is met,
Commuters start to pass on their fare till a ticket they get.
The conductor returns a ticket slowly
If he has understood this his round of a Chinese whisper.
This language system is a wonder
Because everyone involved makes no blunder.
After fortunately entering at the bus stop, if the bus stops,
Trying to get a ticket is another difficult endeavor.
Your voice like the conductor tends to go unheard
With the surround noise testing your listening skills.
In my deep silence, I hear an old woman yell...
“Mandir se Nagar … Mandir se Nagar.”
I looked at her as she yelled into my face.
I thought an enthusiastic mantra she was chanting
Until she handed me her money repeating...
“मंदिर से नगर |”
It then struck me, to the conductor she was pleading.
To please pass on the money, my hand I was lending.
“Mandir se Nagar” to the conductor I uttered;
My long hand returned the ticket of which she had endlessly muttered.
Communication on the bus is a different story.
When the total holding capacity of a bus is met,
Commuters start to pass on their fare till a ticket they get.
The conductor returns a ticket slowly
If he has understood this his round of a Chinese whisper.
This language system is a wonder
Because everyone involved makes no blunder.
Clay and Words
Potter’s Clay: Clay containing no iron and used in making pottery
Poet’s Words: Words containing no impurity and used in writing poetry
Poet’s Words: Words containing no impurity and used in writing poetry
A New Language
India is a country of diverse cultures with many religions and languages. Over the centuries, the geographical features and heritage of our country have been described by several poets, writers, and saints—all written in their own regional language. As a writer, it is the number of languages in India that fascinates me. Hindi and English are widely used to communicate and are understood by most people.
A large number of regional languages poses an equally large problem in communicating with people. My mother tongue is Konkani. I have learnt English, Marathi, Hindi, and French at school and German at college. I got acquainted with other languages during further studies, and I still come across more that I wish I could learn and understand only to communicate better. In addition, I love reading Latin. The language is definitely living.
Languages that are not often heard these days are called dying languages. Besides a few dialects, I feel the beautiful language of Sanskrit is slowly dying. However, a language form slowly evolving is Hinglish, which is a combination of Hindi and English, spoken mostly in the suburbs of Mumbai.
Mumbai—situated in the west—has people from the north, south, and east of the country. Besides being India’s commercial capital, it is an ideal city for tourists who love languages. Almost all the regional languages of India are spoken in Mumbai.
I have recently overcome my problem in communicating with people by using silent smiles, facial expressions, empathic gestures, good deeds, in short Claylanguage, to help me communicate when all my words fail.
A large number of regional languages poses an equally large problem in communicating with people. My mother tongue is Konkani. I have learnt English, Marathi, Hindi, and French at school and German at college. I got acquainted with other languages during further studies, and I still come across more that I wish I could learn and understand only to communicate better. In addition, I love reading Latin. The language is definitely living.
Languages that are not often heard these days are called dying languages. Besides a few dialects, I feel the beautiful language of Sanskrit is slowly dying. However, a language form slowly evolving is Hinglish, which is a combination of Hindi and English, spoken mostly in the suburbs of Mumbai.
Mumbai—situated in the west—has people from the north, south, and east of the country. Besides being India’s commercial capital, it is an ideal city for tourists who love languages. Almost all the regional languages of India are spoken in Mumbai.
I have recently overcome my problem in communicating with people by using silent smiles, facial expressions, empathic gestures, good deeds, in short Claylanguage, to help me communicate when all my words fail.
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