I haven’t written here in a while, mostly because I was consumed with my internship at The Blush but also because I tried to get the final piece for Quigley’s class — the very class all of the below was written for, published. I think after three months of trying I can give it a proper rest.
The following is a feature I wrote about foreigners and their accents and how those play a role in their lives when they try to make it in America. I discovered that an accent means different things to different people, both to the speakers and to the listeners, but that at the end of the day — it’s another keepsake from home, and a precious one at that.
Enjoy.
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“Kol kopy”
“What?”
“Cold coffee”
“Oh. What size?”
Ameya Gangamwar, 25, was the only person in line at the Washington Square Starbucks asked to repeat his order, but it didn’t seem to bother him. Compared to other people from India, he says, his accent is neutral, and most people understand most of what he’s saying. It’s because he’s from western India, Mumbai to be exact, and he has grown up with a strong Western influence. The default language is English, he explains, in education and in business. In fact, he continues, his mother-tongue, Marathi, became second language once he enrolled in school. Be that as it may, when the barista asked Gangamwar what drink he was waiting for, he again had to repeat himself. Twice. Read the rest of this entry »






