When I started my life in this snow country I was so excited
to stay in the cold, walk in the virgin snow and take a deep breath of the
whole vastness and take a snap to show my wife. I lavishly used all gorgeous
words to scribble my poems about this cool world, charming nature, white
mountains and green meadows.
I published one
article “ calgariyile vasanthavum….” about how I liked this winter and
beautiful Canada.
I slowly evolved.
I have never used a
dirty word like our Malayalam *** in my entire life in Kerala. But now I am
graduate in all curse words in Canada.
It appears
automatically in my writings too. My son complained me one day that he is
ashamed to read my blog containing the bad words.
I smiled silently , the Krishna Smile.
Curse words are real tools to vent out our anger, hatred and
emotions. They add spice to the languages and give kick to life. How can we
express our ill feelings with puritan niceees, without the dirt sinking to our
hearts?
We are not the people doing the god-businesses, right?
The poor, the downtrodden, the sick and the beggar in the
street cannot use the flowery languages of the one living in the ivory tower.
Language evolves with life.
Almost every day, I go to the downtown and spend some time
with the Red Indians , the natives.
There are hundreds of
homeless natives in the downtown. They are happy and nice to use the gentle
words till the end of the November; they say hi to the police. They obey the
police without any resistance. The nice summer slowly vanishes to the bitter
cold.
They have no homes,
in fact, the government say, they choose to be homeless. When the cold bites
they come to the railway stations, but have to leave out as the police arrive;
they curse the police damn police; pissed off. When the winter is bitter, they
call the City asshole and the mayor ***Nenshi.
They line up before
the Street Church to get the free berger and hot dog but use the curse words at
the church for giving the same bread and hot dog every week. *** the Church, they curse, when their tummy’s
full.
I have noticed a
change in their language when I pass by them. They use very gentle
language when they ask the usual question : can you spare a dollar.
I stand there, remove
my five layers of jackets and two gloves to find the purse ( I am still an
Indian, you know, I keep the valuables inside my innermost of my inners ) and
give two dollars. They are very happy and say “ thank you so much.”
If I walk away hesitating to remove my winter layers they
call the curse words in silent tone: *****PUNJABI ( pu is pronounced like our
punchiri in Malayalam ).
To them, Indians mean Punjabis. They are Red Indians, the real
Indians , and how can they call ***ing East Indians Indians ?
There is a joke in
Canada that the homeless people invented this curse words during a winter.
It surprised me a lot
that this curse words are used even for good things. When my friend Ross comes
on Monday after the weekend, he says, ‘I got a movie, a French classic, oh man,
I ate that s**t up.’
We use the word Jesus
with so much respect. When I hear the name Jesus, customarily as a Muslim, I
say ‘ peace be upon him’.The white people too say Jesus every now and then with
respect. We don't hear full Jesus but Jees, J.....S . But I was shocked one day when I
heard them say *** with respect ! My Canadian-born Bimlesh talks like this : When I was driving ***home the *** driver turned his *** car and hit my *** bonnet. Asshole.
*** in every breath !
