Saturday, June 05, 2021

NATIONAL FLOWER, NATIONAL BIRD, NATIONAL FERMENTED BATTER CHUNKS

A friend, whom I shall not identify because he lives in a country where the government still believes in savage beatings for remonstrative purposes, posted the photo of a gentleman whom he calls "the national dweeb". For reasons having something to do with Covid.
DR. LEONG HOE NAM

Given Dr. Leong's expertise it is probably unfair to characterize him as a dweeb. certainly at the national level. Yet his caution regarding "opening up" has ired some people, with reason. As a medical man he is more hesitant about certain things than the average business person, who doesn't care if people die as long as they spend their money and keep the economy afloat before they croak.

Personally, I like the term "National Dweeb" very much. It has a certain magic. We've had court jesters, royal sooth sayers and astrologers, masters of the royal kennels, chief executioneers, miss laminated crankshafts of the year, grand panjandrums, and other high fallutin' titles.
So we should have a "National Dweeb" too.
We deserve it!



In other interweb connected news, Kannada can NOT be the ugliest language in India, as a meme featuring a Google search result averred. That distinction belongs entirely to Gujarati. Quite the chi bhasa, that. Bapribap. Canarese is extraordinarily dulcet in comparison. It is a most honourable vehicle for conveying the depth and beauty of Indian culture.
Far, far better than Guju-wuju.


"The Kannada language has a history of its own, having come into existence as many as 2,500 years ago. It has been the pride of Kannadigas all through these two-and-a-half millennia"
------Aravind Limbavali


There is no word for dhokla in Canarese.
A merciful blessing.



ENTIRELY NON SEQUITORIAL POST SCRIPT

Thanks to my apartment mate's recent reading of medical materials (she's employed in a health-administrative framework), I now know about hydrogen sulfide poisoning (also called "dung lung"). Which strikes me as a sh*tty way to croak. And I pity the poor coroners tasked with establishing cause of death. Probably leaves them shaken, and sick to their core.
Because of residual traces saturating the tissues.

It is not a common thing.



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