I love the English language. I think it is my mother tongue. And since my livelihood is a direct function of my proficiency of English, I pray to it every day. But that said, I must admit that there are occasions when the English Language fails to address the situation with the severity that it deserves.

I am talking about anger.

While mini curses and rampant use of the B word and the F word do equip the English arsenal when it comes to cursing someone, the vernacular I have found lends itself to more creativity and to more of an impact. And strangely, the curse loses its sting in translation.

Take for example the recent phenomenon of power going to many immature and undeserving heads. Children of politicians. Ministers. Film Actors with a substantial following. Oh, the list is huge. And includes even the drivers and peons of let’s say senior police officials and out of work bureaucrats. Topping the lists of course are the bouncers hired by celebrities who are just basic hunks of beef kept to add status value to the star and engage in so called crowd control.

In English these ruffians have been seen to attain a state commonly referred to as becoming too big for their boots. A nice way to define the situation I must agree, but one that lacks the necessary bite and one that doesn’t serve as an outlet for my anger, irritation whatever.

Now try this in the vernacular. In Telugu (and please pardon my French, or German or …) the commonly used phrase is ‘Gudda Balisindi’. In pakka Hyderabadi they refer to the same state of affairs as ‘Gaand Bhari’.

Note the satisfaction involved in using these phrases as compared to the frigid tones of referring to feet and boots. It’s quite like the difference between drinking a chicken clear soup and chomping on a healthy leg piece of succulent Tandoori.

But is that satisfaction enough? The mere expelling of some choice words may assuage my hurt feelings temporarily but are we going to do something about the gross use of hired cattle. Is it time for common man to also look at collectively hiring henchmen who can cordon off trouble makers or even give them a well deserved thrashing.

Imagine someone like the Ambani Don…for a measly 15 lakhs of rupees per year he has hired a government bred canine force that is sure to bark at anyone who dares to come within smelling distance of the Boss.

And tinsel town heroes with their hired tattoos to make sure their cars get right of way in a traffic scenario where it is difficult to give right of way to ambulances…man…that’s the limit. Is it that the actor concerned has begun to believe that he is invincible or is it that he thinks his lineage makes him special.

I wish he would fight for people giving right of way to the Ambulances that his wife’s hospital runs. After all, waiting an extra minute or two in the comfort of an Aston Martin is nothing compared to losing precious minutes in the attempt to save lives.

But I digress. I started off by talking about the pleasure of cursing in the vernacular. Try it. It does wonders to your language skills and also is good for blood pressure and heart diseases. In fact this is proof yet again that Indian Medicine works better than the English Concoctions.

Maaar Saaley ko!!!