When I was younger, I used to read about all the things one should do to prevent a middle-aged brain degenerating into an old and useless brain.
Learning languages was on every list.
That’s always been a passion of mine.
So, one day, you wake up, and discover: YOU are middle-aged.
Time to learn those languages you always promised yourself you would.
I had Hindi as my second language in school. so choose French.
I didn’t realize how much I would love learning it. I love the sound of it. It honestly fills me with a kind of ecstasy when I understand what my teacher is saying perfectly.
I love the way some French people talk, as if they had a plum in their mouths.
I love translating their expressions to English, and then laughing!!
I love how learning a new language is literally like seeing things from the point of view of another race.
I like reading Le Monde online, and seeing how their World News, is different from the Guardian’s or The New York Times. Subtle shifts in world view.
It is a lovely language. Roy says it is not a serious language: it is a joke language, but I love it, and I agree.