English: The Glorious Mongrel That Conquered the World (and Why OMG Isn’t NASA)”

The World’s Most Successful Mongrel (and Why OMG is Not NASA)

Language, that most mercurial of human inventions, is forever evolving — slippery, inventive, and gloriously impure. Many years ago, my late friend Frank F. Moore — “Tio Franco” to his circle in Denton, Texas. He was a scientist with Poco Graphite in Denton, Texas, a man trained to measure carbon structures rather than turn phrases.  — put it more pithily, bluntness he declared: “English is a mongrel language.” He passed away in 2017, but the quip lingers, echoing in my mind every time I stumble upon the quirks of acronyms, initialisms, and our Indianised flourishes. 

At first blush, the phrase may sound ungenerous, as though our lingua franca were some scruffy street-dog skulking about alleyways. But in truth, his description was spot on. English is a mongrel of the noblest sort: resilient, resourceful, and gloriously unashamed of its mixed heritage.

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A Patchwork Parentage

English has never been shy of borrowing, pilfering, or adopting wholesale from every tongue it encountered. Its patchwork parentage is a veritable museum of world history:

Latin and Greek gifted it scholarly gravitas — philosophy, radius, auditorium.

The Saxons and Norsemen gave it the bread-and-butter words — sky, bread, winter, house.

The Norman French added aristocratic sheen — judge, court, beef, mutton.

And then comes India, which has contributed far more than the oft-cited bungalow, curry, and pyjamas. Its gifts run into the hundreds, spanning flora, fauna, food, textiles, and everyday life. Some gems include:

Animals & Nature: cheetah (Sanskrit chitraka, “spotted one”), mongoose (muṅgūs, Marathi), jackal (from Persian via India), banyan (Gujarati vāṇiyo, “merchant” — for traders who sat under the tree!).

Food & Drink: curry (Tamil kari, “sauce”), chutney, toddy (tadi, palm sap), punch (Hindi panch, “five ingredients”), ginger, mango (Tamil maangai).

Everyday Life: pyjamas (Hindi pae jama, “leg garment”), shawl (Urdu shal), khaki (Urdu khākī, “dust-coloured”), verandah (from Hindi via Portuguese).

Other Curiosities: loot (Hindi lut, “to plunder”), thug (Hindi/Marathi thag, “swindler”), jungle (Hindi jangal, “forest”), pundit (Sanskrit pandita, “learned man”), guru.

Seafaring Culture: catamaran (Tamil kaṭṭumaram, “tied wood”), proof that Indian maritime ingenuity quite literally floated into English vocabulary.

The Americas, meanwhile, added tomato, chocolate, hurricane, and barbecue.

If words were dowries, English has been married a dozen times over. And the beauty is, it makes no attempt to hide its mixed parentage. Where the French wring their hands over la pureté de la langue française, English cheerfully shrugs and says: “Come along, old chap, you’re one of us now.”

This mongrel nature is precisely what makes English not merely a survivor, but a global conqueror. It can compose a Shakespearean sonnet, draft a High Court judgment, and order a plate of samosas without breaking stride.

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A Linguistic Masala

And let us pause for a moment to tip our hats to India — the generous benefactor of words that travel from spice bazaars to scholarly tomes. From cheetahs prowling in Sanskrit texts to catamarans floating on Tamil seas, English has absorbed it all. It’s as if the language has a passport stamped with the entire subcontinent. And yet, while English savours these exotic ingredients, it also welcomes the mundane — your everyday “verandah” or “khaki” — with equal relish.

Truly, if English were a dish, it would be a global thali: some tang from Latin, a dash of Norse, a dollop of French cream, and a generous sprinkling of Indian spice. And just when you think you’ve finished, it surprises you with a nugget from the Americas.

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Acronyms vs Initialisms: Do You Really Know the Difference?

And yet, for all its genius, English delights in sowing confusion. Consider the curious case of acronyms and initialisms — those little bundles of letters we fling about with gay abandon: BBC, NASA, OMG, WHO, ISRO. We use them daily, but do we really know the difference?

The Shared Parent: Abbreviations

Both acronyms and initialisms belong to the larger family of abbreviations. Where they diverge is in pronunciation.

Initialism: You read each letter separately.

BBC → Bee Bee See

USA → You Ess Ay

OMG → Oh Em Gee

WHO → Double You Aitch Oh

ISRO → Eye Ess Ar Oh

> “Yes, India’s pride ISRO is another initialism — launching satellites, not words, into orbit.”

Acronym: You pronounce it as if it were a proper word.

NASA → Nassa

FIFA → Fee-fah

SIM → Sim

WHO → sometimes Who (“the WHO declared…”)

Notice the trickster? WHO is a linguistic double agent, equally comfortable playing for both sides.

Why Does This Matter?

At first glance, this seems like a pedant’s parlour game. But it does matter. It shapes how we write, how we speak, and even how we teach. To call USA an acronym, for instance, is technically wrong — though no one will confiscate your passport for it.

 

The Indian Quirk

 

In India, of course, we add our own masala. We blithely say, “I am going to fill my SIM,” as though the poor card were a vessel for dal and rice. Or we solemnly announce that BCCI is an acronym, when in fact it is very much an initialism. Our English is flexible, forgiving, and fabulously inventive — but a pinch of precision never hurt anyone.

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The Larger Lesson

So, what do these quibbles reveal? That English is gloriously inconsistent, yes, but also gloriously forgiving. It thrives not on purity but on promiscuity. It laughs at linguistic gatekeepers and greets newcomers with an amiable shrug. That is why today you can text OMG, read a NASA bulletin, admire ISRO’s launch schedule, and then order tandoori chicken — all in English.

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Closing Thought

 

The next time someone tosses “OMG” or “NASA” into the conversation, you may gently enlighten them: both are abbreviations, but only one is an acronym. And if you wish to impress further, point out that WHO is both — a rare double agent in the world of words.

 

Yes, English is a mongrel. But it is also the most successful mongrel in history — resourceful, resilient, and utterly unashamed of its eclectic parentage. And perhaps that is why, when the story of human civilisation is told in centuries to come, it will most likely be told — in English.

In memory of Frank F. Moore (“Tio Franco”), who first reminded me that English is, and will always be, a glorious mongrel.

 

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Pamban’s Subaqueous Diurnal: On the ‘Undersea River’ of the Palk Strait

 

Stand upon the storied Pamban Bridge — that elegant steel span linking Rameswaram Island with the Tamil littoral — and one may observe a marvel most unsuspected: beneath, the waters surge not with random caprice but with the gravitas of a river, flowing one way for half the year and then, like Janus turning his twin visages, reversing course for the next. Locals, with their penchant for evocative metaphor, have dubbed it an “undersea river.” Oceanographers, with their charts and instruments, term it more prosaically the seasonally reversing current of the Palk Strait.

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The Phenomenon Explained:

The narrow channel between India and Sri Lanka is the meeting ground of two mighty seasonal regimes: the South-West and North-East monsoons. Between March and September, the current flows northward — an aqueous conveyor belt carrying warmth and suspended silt. Come October, the wheel turns; the North-East monsoon asserts dominion, and the flow reverses, coursing southward until February’s end. This biannual oscillation is no poetic fancy; hydrographic measurements register velocities approaching 0.8 to 1.0 metres per second in the Pamban Pass.

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A History of Observation:

Though fishermen and ferrymen had long known of these reversals, it was under the British hydrographer James Rennell in the late eighteenth century that the first systematic surveys were undertaken. Admiralty charts recorded the quixotic currents, and Victorian travellers waxed lyrical about “a tide that runs like a river in the sea.” In modern times, oceanographic satellites and reanalysis datasets — OSCAR, HYCOM, and the Copernicus Marine Service — have confirmed the cyclic nature of this aqueous ballet.

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Why It Matters:

This “undersea river” is no mere curiosity. Its bi-directional flow modulates salinity, affects sediment transport, and influences the fragile geomorphology of Adam’s Bridge — that chain of shoals linking Dhanushkodi with Talaimannar. Marine life, too, responds to this ebb and flow; plankton blooms and fish migrations are subtly choreographed by this hidden conductor. Even the fate of harbours and fisheries along Tamil Nadu’s Coromandel coast is tethered to this hydrodynamic see-saw.

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The Science behind the Spectacle:

Oceanographers classify these as seasonally reversing monsoon currents, a singular hallmark of the Indian Ocean. Unlike the Gulf Stream, steady in its northward march, or the Kuroshio, constant in its eastward sweep, the East India Coastal Current pirouettes with the monsoons. In the lexicon of the learned, it exemplifies mare clausum in miniature — a semi-enclosed sea where atmospheric whimsy dictates hydrographic choreography.

 

Key findings:

• The currents in the Palk Strait / Pamban Channel / Gulf of Mannar are strongly influenced by the Indian monsoon and reverse seasonally: broadly, northward flow during March–September and southward flow during October–February/March.

• Measured current speeds in the Pamban Pass can reach 0.8–1.0 m s⁻¹. These flows are visibly perceptible from Pamban Bridge.

• First systematic hydrographic recordings were during the British Era (James Rennell, Admiralty surveys).

• Popular term “undersea river” is metaphorical; scientifically it is a seasonally reversing coastal current.

 

 

Epilogue:

Thus, what to the naked eye from Pamban Bridge appears a quaint curiosity — water flowing like a river beneath the sea — is in fact a grand manifestation of monsoon’s might. Here is India’s littoral geography at its most theatrical: the ocean itself bowing to the subcontinent’s atmospheric rhythms. Sic transit gloria mundi — the tide turns, and with it, the world in miniature.

 

References:

• Schott, F.A. & McCreary, J.P. (2001). The monsoon circulation of the Indian Ocean. Progress in Oceanography.

• Vinayachandran, P.N. et al. (2005). Indian Ocean circulation and seasonal reversal along the east coast. Deep Sea Research.

• Rao, R.R. et al. (2011). Sea level and currents in the Indo–Sri Lanka channel. Continental Shelf Research.

• Rennell, J. (1781). Chart of the Palk Strait and adjacent seas. Admiralty archives.

 

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Whispers of Steam: The Forgotten Metre-Gauge Railways of Sindh

Rust, Steam, and Memory: The Metre-Gauge Railways of Sindh

In the sun-scorched expanse of Sindh, where the horizon shimmers like molten brass and the air quivers with heat, there once coursed a veritable artery of human ingenuity: the metre-gauge steam railway that threaded Hyderabad, Mirpur Khas, Nawabshah, and thence to Jodhpur. Conceived under the meticulous gaze of the British Raj and realised through the cooperative largesse of princely states, this network bore witness to the romance of steam, the cadence of pistons, and the quiet dignity of human labour negotiating with iron and fire. Today, the rails are silent, their songs reduced to echoes in the imagination, their engines corroding in open-air mausoleums, yet the poetry they once exuded lingers, indelible and haunting.

Foundations of Ambition: Iron, Steam, and Empire

The enterprise began in the late 19th century, with the Victorian proclivity for order, precision, and the ostentatious demonstration of capability. In 1892, the British laid a broad-gauge line from Hyderabad to Shadipalli, modest in ambition yet pregnant with latent possibilities. By 1900, the metre-gauge metals stretched eastward to Jodhpur, binding the princely state into the latticework of imperial India. The Jodhpur government, exercising sagacious calculation, proffered to extend a through metre-gauge connection westwards into Sindh, contingent upon the conversion of the Hyderabad–Shadipalli section. Acceptance followed, and on 20 October 1900, the through route opened, an exemplar of ars et ingenium in railway construction, and a sinew of the Sind Mail that carried correspondence, passengers, and the spirit of an empire between Bombay and Karachi.

To the north, the Mirpur Khas–Nawabshah line unfolded with deliberate, almost ceremonious, stages of construction: Mirpur Khas–Jhudo in 1909, extended to Khadro by 1912, reaching Pithoro Junction in 1935, and completed to Nawabshah Junction by 1939. Each kilometre laid was both a conduit for commerce and a testament to the meticulous foresight of engineers whose hands wrought permanence from steel and stone. Mirpur Khas, perched at the confluence of these lines, emerged as a fulcrum of operational significance: a place where engines rested, rakes were marshalled, and the faint perfume of coal smoke mingled with the arid Sindh breeze.

The Zenith of Steam: Locomotives, Loops, and Labour

At its apex, the metre-gauge network sprawled over 517 kilometres, a lattice of iron sinews linking desert and town alike. The YD 2-8-2 locomotives, stout-hearted and enduring, laboured through the plains, their boilers hissing, pistons thumping, wheels churning with solemn diligence. Mirpur Khas, in particular, resounded with activity: the careful choreography of shunting, the rhythmic clicking of block instruments, the urgent whistle of signalmen, all forming a theatre of operational precision that would have delighted any disciple of praxis et disciplina.

And yet, it was not merely function that inspired admiration. The 180° horseshoe loop between Pithoro Junction and Jamrao Junction, spanning nearly 190 kilometres, was a triumph of audacity and aesthetic flourish. More spectacle than necessity, it nevertheless exemplified the Victorian and Edwardian appetite for grandeur, for engineering as artifice, and for an exhibition of the empire’s mastery over terrain and metallurgy.

Tumult, Partition, and the Slow Death of Steam

The cataclysm of 1947 altered the course of the metre-gauge arteries irrevocably. Hyderabad–Khokhrapar, Mirpur Khas–Nawabshah, and Pithoro–Jamrao were absorbed into Pakistan Railways, yet their fortunes were already declining. The 1965 Indo-Pakistani War severed cross-border continuity; Munabao–Khokhrapar was uprooted, consigning the Thar Express to forty-one years of dormancy. The inexorable advance of diesel traction, coupled with broad-gauge conversions elsewhere, rendered the venerable metre-gauge increasingly obsolete. Steam locomotives, once the sinews of regional commerce, endured a noble, if doomed, procession, until the final whistle sounded in 2005.

Mirpur Khas and Nawabshah: Mausoleums of Memory

Mirpur Khas Junction now stands as a silent obelisk to a vanished age. Rust creeps insidiously over ironwork, tenders are void of coal, timber warps under the unrelenting sun, and coaches sag in melancholic repose. Yet imagination resurrects the theatre of activity: pilot engines turning upon their pins, goods rakes marshalled with solemn grace, the rhythmic tapping of block instruments, and the whistle of signalmen calling a cadence older than memory itself.

The northern line to Nawabshah, once a vital artery connecting the hinterland to Main Line 1, epitomises both the grandeur and fragility of the metre-gauge enterprise. What was a conduit of trade and communication now lies largely abandoned, a corridor of memory where rust et silence preside over the spoils of time.

The Thar Express: Twilight and Resurrection

Yet all is not extinguished. In 2006, the Thar Express was resurrected, linking Karachi with Jodhpur via Khokhrapar and Munabao. Pakistan’s conversion of the remaining metre-gauge section to broad gauge permitted through travel, preserving continuity yet consigning the era of steam to the annals of memory. Here, practicality and sentiment intersected: progress necessitated adaptation, even as it sounded the elegiac knell for the romance of coal-fired locomotion.

Epilogue: Poetry of Rust and Steam

The metre-gauge railway of Sindh now survives in relics, photographs, and the collective imagination. Locomotives, preserved in museums, stand as stoic testaments to human ingenuity, while along the Mirpur Khas–Nawabshah corridor, rusted rails and sun-bleached timbers whisper of the cadence of pistons, the hiss of boilers, and the ghostly music of a lost world.

Carpe diem, yet memento mori: all things mortal, even iron and fire, are ephemeral. And yet, in the melancholy decay of the rails, in the quiet dignity of abandoned sidings, the metre-gauge steam railways of Sindh continue to speak—of ambition, perseverance, and the enduring poetry of human enterprise.

Step aboard a vanishing age of hiss and smoke—witness Sindh’s 1982 metre-gauge steam odyssey, preserved only on YouTube.

https://youtu.be/QPrbS6iTyeU?si=Mv8j0vN1_4nq6YTv 

An edible enterprise where Tamil Nadu’s culinary canon moonlights as corporate hierarchy.

🍲 From Madras to Kanyakumari: Tamil Nadu’s Culinary Corporate Hierarchy

The corporate world, with its sterile jargon of “synergy,” “deliverables,” and “stakeholders,” often forgets that hierarchies existed long before PowerPoint. In truth, every Tamil dining hall has long operated as a functioning corporation — its organisational chart etched not in Excel sheets, but upon banana leaves.

Thus, let us traverse from Madras to Kanyakumari, mapping Tamil Nadu’s glorious vegetarian repertoire into exalted corporate designations, each morsel invested with Tharoorian grandiloquence.

 

 

 

 

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👑 Executive Apex

• Filter Coffee – Chief Executive Officer (Madras)
  Potent, aromatic, galvanising — the caffeinated sovereign propelling the organisational juggernaut.

• Banana Leaf Meal – Chairperson, Board of Trustees (Pan-Tamil)
  Encyclopaedic, holistic, and rooted in tradition — delivering end-to-end employee experience with cultural rootedness.

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🏛 C-Suite

• Curd Rice – Chief Wellness & Mindfulness Officer
  A serenely cooling denouement, pacifying inflammations and restoring equipoise.

• Payasam – Chief Happiness Officer (Kumbakonam, Palakkad influence)
  The dulcet morale-booster, ensuring every shareholder departs smiling.

• Puliyodarai – Chief Communications Strategist (Srirangam/Thanjavur)
  Tangy, piquant, unforgettable — stamping itself indelibly upon the collective palate.

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📊 Vice Presidents & Directors

• Sambar – Director of Synergy & Integration (Madras kitchens)
  A confluence of stakeholders (vegetables, lentils, condiments) orchestrated into cohesion.

• Avial – Director of Diversity & Inclusion (Kongu belt & Travancore fringes)
  Multifarious vegetables in creamy unity, celebrating harmonious heterogeneity.

• Kuzhambu – Director of Strategic Planning (Delta heartlands)
  The gravitas-laden anchor, adaptable to infinite contexts.

• Rasam – Director of Crisis Response (Tirunelveli pepper trail)
  A peppery elixir, reviving the jaded in moments of enervation.

• Pongal – Director of Fiscal Prudence (Margazhi & temple kitchens)
  Stability and balance incarnate, with the occasional cashew dividend.

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🛠 Middle Management

• Upma – Operations Manager (Madras households)
  Maligned for banality, yet steadfastly efficacious.

• Vatha Kuzhambu – Risk Manager (Delta kitchens)
  Pungent, potent, and cautionary — managing exposure with spice.

• Kootu – Compliance Officer (Everyday ubiquity)
  Bland yet necessary, keeping the system honest.

• Poriyal – Performance Appraisal Officer (Kongu crispness)
  Crisp, clear, and to the point.

• Mor Kuzhambu – Conflict Resolution Officer (Western districts)
  Cooling tempers with buttermilk diplomacy.

• Sodhi – Innovation Catalyst (Tirunelveli specialty)
  A lighter cousin of kuzhambu, experimental yet rooted.

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👥 Team Leaders

• Dosa – Brand Strategist (Madras tiffin icons)
  Diaphanous, elongated, endlessly versatile.

• Uttapam – Product Innovation Lead (Kanchipuram–Tanjore belt)
  A foundational platform with toppings as modular add-ons.

• Chettinad Kuruma – Strategic Alliance Head (Chettinad fiery kitchens)
  Fiery and flamboyant, cultivating collaborations.

• Kuzhi Paniyaram – Team Engagement Officer (Kongu–Chettinad snacks)
  Bite-sized bursts of enthusiasm at every huddle.

• Ragi Kali – Sustainability Head (Madurai, Tirunelveli, rural hearths)
  Hardy, wholesome, eco-conscious.

• Kambu Koozh – Labour Welfare Officer (Dry-zone Kancheepuram to Salem)
  Nourishing, egalitarian, rooted in agrarian ethics.

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👨‍💻 Associates & Probationers

• Idli – Probationary Associate (Madras to Madurai ubiquity)
  Soft-spoken, reliable, universally acceptable.

• Kanchipuram Idli – Heritage Preservation Associate (Temple-town)
  Retaining gravitas in its seasoning.

• Thengai Sadam (Coconut Rice) – Communications Associate (Coastal kitchens)
  Gentle, fragrant, persuasive.

• Lemon Rice – Event Executive (Railway lunch-boxes & temples)
  Bright, zesty, leaving an impression.

• Milagai Podi – Audit & Vigilance Associate (Every canteen flask)
  Fiery powder ensuring accountability with every dip.

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🎓 Interns

• Vada – Security Intern (Madras sabha canteens)
  Crunchy, circular, guarding against monotony.

• Thayir Pachadi – Counsellor Intern (Banana leaf companions)
  Cooling tempers and sharp tongues alike.

• Vegetable Biryani (Tamil-style, not Hyderabadi interloper) – Change Management Intern
  Ambitious, layered, and occasionally misunderstood.

• Jigarthanda – Brand Intern (Madurai’s quixotic concoction)
  Quirky, ambitious, and eternally photogenic.

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🌸 Epilogue: Bureaucracy on a Banana Leaf

From Madras to Kanyakumari, the Tamil culinary canon provides not just nourishment, but a veritable MBA curriculum in disguise. Where the corporate world preaches “stakeholder synergy” and “conflict resolution,” the banana leaf had already perfected these arts centuries ago.

So, the next time your HR department drones about “optimisation,” console yourself with a steaming tumbler of filter kaapi, and remember: your company’s hierarchy has always been present, plated lovingly, on a banana leaf.

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