I saw this at Schipol airport on my way back from Amsterdam the other week.
Incidentally, Schipol is my favourite aiport anywhere. Is it poncy to have a favourite? Probably, but when you travel as much as I do, you really notice what makes a ‘good’ airport and what doesn’t.
Schipol has the easiest access from plane to train to town of any airport I have ever used. It is a joy, I wish they were all like this.
If you’re hand luggage only, you can be off the plane and on the train in about 10 minutes and in town fifteen minutes after that. Even if you get held up in a queue for passport control, it’s unlikely to be more than an hour after you land before you’re strolling past a canal and feeling marvellous. Read more →
But we’re returning to one of the aims of this blog – which unlike how it might appear, was not set up to whinge about my maid’s lack of dusting – but instead to champion the charm of Indian English over Standard English.
So the charming word for this week is ‘roam’.
In India it’s used much more frequently than I’m used to at home. Here it means no more than ‘to walk about’. Which technically, is of course, what it means in Standard English. But there it has an element of distance, or itinerancy and general vagueness.
In India, it has none of those shades of meaning and really does mean no more than walk about. So you get lovely formations like ‘I like to roam about the neighbourhood with Read more →
One of the best places to buy a saree in Bangalore is the marvellous Mysore Saree.
Two floors crammed with amazing materials – you can buy suiting material, beautiful scarves and dupattas and everything is unfurled and thrown on the floor in colourful arcs for you to inspect.
One of my first memories of being properly abroad at about 12 years old, is sitting in a Zainab Market in Karachi and watching my mother being smothered in hundreds of unfurled table cloths. If you’re not used to it there’s a strong urge to ask them not to, to slow down to let you look.
Apart from anything else, there’s all that folding up to do afterwards. but of course there are people who do that. professional folders at every store in fact. Read more →
From time to time, I like to return to the original theme of this blog – namely the joys of Indian English.
Yes I know I’ve wandered fairly far from that sometimes, but frankly; my blog, my rules.
Oh yeah, check me out, I can be a tough guy if needed. More importantly I will eventually be moving on from India and I’d like to think you gentle reader, will be just as interested in reading about the joys of Sri Lankan English, or wherever I land up next…
Anyway, there are certain things that still catch my ear now even after being in India for years.
One of the main ones is that there are no motorcycles here – only ‘two wheelers’. Which, lets face, it is an accurate description of the machine, but rather low tech in reach. Read more →