10 July 2008

Minding the languages

Imagine my dilemma. Its thursday today, and its my first day in the production department at mari gas. I knew i'd have to go visit the well sites for different jobs so i was ready for it. I came to shaukat sahab's office at 8 and waited for him with all the internees (except pathan, he's still in services). Shaukat sahab asked me to go with nawaz (an operator) and another internee asghar. The job, i later found out, was dead weight testing. Anyways, this as boring as it might have sounded, is not the real story, neither is it the dilemma.
Asghar is the son of a sardar here so naturally he's into family lineage systems and politics, and yes you guessed it, he can speak sindhi as well. The other piece of the puzzle which you might've already assembled, is that the operator is sindhi too. Well, thats where the problem started.
We got into the hilux truck, field-bound. Just as the operator gave the engine ignition i realised i was in for a hell of a journey. No, there was nothing wrong with the car. But like all other times i've quoted, like all other instances i've been crying about, the operator and asghar started to talk in sindhi! And there i was, in the back seat, wondering what did i do to deserve this illmannered behaviour.
The first ten minutes or so, i tried to decipher their crypto talk, but it seems i still haven't got the hang of sindhi. So i thought to myself that rather than trying to make sense out of the incomplete incomprehensible sentences i was able to decipher, maybe i should listen to some iron maiden, atleast its easier to decode.
We got off at the first well, and the operator gave me a dose of what we call "thandi bisti" and asked me to unplug my earphones. I knew this was the end of my only refuge. Anyways, we had to do dead weight testing. Now all through the procedure, the operator was mostly explaining in sindhi. And i was trying to make sense out of it. More about it later, but i constantly nagged him for translations.
Anyways, apart from the testing procedure, their sindhi talks ranged from every issue under the sky. From their families (asghar is a sardar so naturally knew a lot about the neighbouring families and politics) to hawks and dogs and pigs. From politics to oil wells. Well the only stuff i managed to understand was probably that Lagharis live here, lasharis live there, Pitafis live here and etc etc. Frankly, i had no interest in that at all, atleast not in the highly incomplete messages that i were getting. Btw i wasn't even trying. But it was difficult to block out everything.
Finally i resigned to my fatigue, and like i always do in any vehicle, i closed my eyes and went to sleep. It was surprising because the truck was bobbing up and down like crazy. Still, i managed to sleep for quite a while between well sites and on the way back.
But i do have a sense of achievement. All the while, the operator explained the dead weight testing procedure in sindhi. And after a while of nagging him to explain in urdu, i resigned to the fact that he wasn't really going to by default. Hence, i switched on my desperate learner switch and TADA, i understood everything. Not everything, but atleast the dead weight testing procedure. I mean i could atleast make out exactly what the whole procedure of testing was. Maybe thats the universal language paulo coelho talked about, maybe, or maybe its the language of engineers.
Somebody said engineers dont need a common language to communicate, i realised this was true maybe (though the operator was just a technition and not an engineer) after today's episode, and after i saw chinese engineers having dinner at the club mess! (i've heard they dont speak english)


p.s. Mind you, this rule of engineering language only applies to technical matters of engineering importance in desperate situations. I still dont have an inkling as to whether the Lasharis are against the Legharis or they're the same thing or whatever. I really dont understand sindhi. Wish i could.

P.p.s: i've nothing against any language, but when i dont understand it, i believe its kind of boring and irritating then.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

simple solution
go to a book store somewhere near you, but a book on how to learn basic sindhi( if its available, which i doubt)
bad idea, no , umm ask them, the ppl who speak sindhi to help you learn it.

:P

m.h.a said...

I voiced my complaint today...maine kaha k jb mje nae ati sindhi to mere samne sindhi na bola karo...anyways, comment on my other post too

Summer Cutee said...

LOL!
u know u shud start talking the few words u know of sindhi again and again and again in reply to whatever they are talking abt...get some fun out of the situation yar...ur letting them get to u!!

Unknown said...

u donno how many tmies i hav attended meetins with germans.. japs... dutch.. belgians... all utterin mutterin and butterin in their own language for most part of it... so rude :(