Language: An art or an obsession
It’s not about just the words anymore “You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure and maybe even a little danger” - Damon Salvatore, the Vampire Diaries (Season 3 episode 22) I would be lying if I said that I am a 10/10 when it comes to the mother of all languages, English Language. But I would say that I surely have a strong command over it. Lord knows I have poured down innumerable grief upon grief on several people’s lack of correct use of grammar, pronunciation, enunciation and basically for the way they bug the living hell out of me when they complicate something as simple and elegant as MY and mangle and combine it to a Mah (I suppose its My+Ma+H=MAH! Seriously! Even modern dictionaries can’t fathom how our new generation has turned a two syllable word into a three headed monster of a word). Learning a language is like an art. Some might even call it rocket science. I am referring to the lack of French-ness in me. Not that the languag