Fog, yet more fog, and a lovely new word

Fog, yet more fog, and a lovely new word

Just in case any of you thought I was being a whingeing Pom in yesterday’s blog, cribbing about the weather, kindly take a look at this morning’s banner headline :

The weather may well have been atrocious all day – it has been cold, rainy, grey and depressingly, well, English – but the Indian prose more than compensated.  Just read this gorgeous piece of writing about the fog :

Positively Dickensian in its atmospheric descriptions.  Lovely stuff.

Yesterday’s weather was today’s main story :

You get it, right ?  It was foggy yesterday.

And the weather was pretty much the main story today, too.  Pouring down, making everyone happy to be indoors, except Hari and Anne Sophie who valiantly visited the Red Fort

Apparently Salman Rushdie visited the Taj last week, and now there is the predictable outcry :

In many countries, people would be angry.  Here they vent their ire.  I love it – though not the actual venting, of course.  As the report says “The brief visit ruffled quite a few religious feathers.”  I can just picture that ruffled holy plumage.

As you can tell, the Times of India was in great linguistic form today. It was an absolute joy to read.  Take this report on the death of one of the country’s great conservationists, Billy Arjun Singh :

I think there is possibly a more elegant expression than “by shovelful”, but I get the point.

AND I found a fabulous word.  A true fusion word.

In a report about the super-duper new traffic system we are going to get for the Commonwealth Games, I came across this fusion gem :

Let me explain. “Challan” is Hindi for a slip, as in an official document – like a remittance slip, or a hand-written fine.  So, hey presto, in this digital era, you have an e-challan.

E-challaning is my undisputed word of the day.

And my photo of the day ?  How about young Abhimanyu doing some clever stick & ball work in the finals at Jodhpur on New Year’s Eve ?  He was bouncing the ball off his mallet, and then flicked it to the umpire (in the striped shirt) who promptly dropped his mallet in surprise.

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