Living in a multi racial country, everyday I encounter n number of people all speaking in n different languages. At my work place people speak Mandarin. And in Japanese company its benefits you if you know Japanese. My friends either speak Malayalam or Tamil. Among all these I am the only one with a different dialect making me feel so lost at times like a square peg in a round hole.
Most of the times I would be the part of the conversation yet will not be able to fathom where it’s heading or what’s happening around me, thanks to these languages. My English, a consolation at times antagonizing these frustrations or the distress or may be both.
This frustration reaches its height many a times and I develop an urge to learn Mandarin. Actually all. To have a ‘Lostless’ conversation if I can call it. The urge rises like a tide and like a tide falls as though it is bound to happen. Nevertheless I am always game to learn Mandarin. Potential teachers or companions please please find me. In the end I and my linguistic skills are always a bickering couple who never make peace.
