mind ur language

the follies of misusing a language which others dont understand has finally caught up with me. i speak the language malayalam and of all the languages i know, it is arguably the most vulgar. the secret of it being head and shoulders above the others (or is it below) is that it is not an exceptionally good language for swearing but if u want to bring in as much obscenity as possible into "publicly acceptable" speech, this is the one u pick up. i have always wondered how it manages to infuse a wealth of scorn and revulsion into simple words like grass, water, etc. a friend of mine (been growing up with his guy. should have been more on my guard. sigh...) and me were talking in the office pantry (in malayalam. somebody should ban this) of, among other things, the girls who had just left with their coffees when this guy dropped a warning to be careful for one of them is a mallu. this was new to me. "which one? miss.x?" "i dont know her name. the fatso." "oh... the fatso..." and imagine my surprise for as i reached the "..." part in that last bit i was looking at her face. one of the other guys had helpfully held the door open (if only curses could kill. got to learn this abracadabra thing.) for we had started moving out of the pantry and the girls for some unfathomable reason had decided that they want to drink their bally coffee right outside the door. this is probably the worst part. i mean, u either drink ur coffee in the pantry or u take it to ur place. u dont... u do not drink it right outside the pantry!!! if u have ever walked down a garden feeling that all was right with the world only to step on a rake and have the handle come up and hit u on the tip of the nose, u would probably understand how i felt. and the worst part is that she wasnt fat by the greatest stretch of imagination. just that of the two she was better fed. and considering that this came from me who could have killed her by sitting on her ;-)