Someone asked for my blog link today. I coolly told him if I knew how to write I won’t be wasting my time in journalism.
The real reason was of course different. It’s an inferiority complex. My English is the worst one I have ever read or heard. I think in my mother tongue and then literally translate it.
And the friend who guessed I had a blog (cause in office I am always digging someone’s), is a master in English. He speaks and writes ‘perfect’ English. I didn’t want to show him how misfit I am to work for an English publication.
You all know by now how atrocious my grammar is, and I am not ashamed of it to you. My blog readers are my closest friends too! But why invite others for a free rebuke?
It’s not that I don’t know where the language is wrong. But I am too lazy to correct it. Even in my school days I never used to read the exam paper I have written and used to hurry away entrusting the examiner with all the crap. If I would have checked what was there in the paper, I would have at least, at least scored 5 marks more in each paper. But why should I check what I have written once? Honestly, very rarely I read my own posts. About 70% of my posts I never read after I have written and hurriedly posted. Rest 30% … may be I have read them once … not more than that.
My editor (not the newspaper one) insists that I should edit my copies and re-edit it once I finish writing. It would make my stories sharp.
My answer to him: Balls. What are you for?
So I would continue posting without giving a second reading to what I have written. It’s your duty to read and edit in the process. I would like to think writing wrong English is ‘my style’.
Ok… poor defence.
The fact remains that I don’t know English.
I know you would forgive me for that. But I won’t take the risk with a fluent English-speaking chap in my cold office. My boss is there to abuse me everyday, I don’t want bystanders to join the party.
