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Translations are great. They strip away nuance so that you can venture incorrect opinions on almost any subject.
Midway through the Perth Test, Ishant Sharma and Ravindra Jadeja fell out about something.
This is Cricinfo’s English translation of their exchange, which was originally in Hindi. Try and work out which word carries the most power.
via ESPNCricinfo
Ishant: “Don’t wave at me, okay? If you need something…”
Ishant: “He is telling me from behind to go fast.”
Jadeja: “Even I don’t like it. I am also a part of the team. Why are you talking so much?”
Ishant: “Don’t wave at me. Don’t show me your anger. I will take your anger and shove it up your arse.”
Jadeja: “You keep yours to yourself.”
Ishant: “I will shove your anger up your arse.”
Jadeja: “Don’t give me this bullshit.”
Ishant: “You also don’t talk to me.”
The most powerful word used here is ‘also’. Such a simple and seemingly innocuous word, but just marvel at how it saps all of the obvious aggression out of the exchange.
Both are stupid. The whole Indian team sucks, the leader being the Kholi guy. They need to remove their beards.
I was quite entertained that Cricinfo primly starred out “B******t” but was quite happy including “Arse” in all its taboo glory.
Pretty clear where Cricinfo draws ‘the line’.
It can be worse.
Look at the exchanges between our parliamentary so-called leaders in the Commons today.
Constitutional and economic crisis? Pah – let’s just bicker like an infantile version of a student union debate.
At school we learnt the phrase “Je te pisse en zig-zags à la raie du cul”
Literally “I piss in zigzags down your arse crack”
Sadly I’ve never been presented with the opportunity to use it.
Better than, ‘Ta mère était un hamster,’ at any rate.
. . . and your father smells of elderberries?
The roots of my joke have been dug up, exposed, and ruined. Ruined I say.
Most of our French lessons at school were pretty useless. “Le singe est sur la bicyclette.” That sort of thing…
…except for this one lesson…
http://ianlouisharris.com/1978/06/05/an-unusual-french-lesson-alleyns-school-c5-june-1978/
For those unwilling to explore all the subtleties and nuances of language contained in the song, “Ça plane pour moi”, I believe the following phrase, from the darkest recesses towards the end of the song, might have helped Ishant or Ravinda in their debate:
“Comme un grand cannard…”
…so sorry, my French is so poor…
…of course I meant…
“Comme un grand connard”.
Until now
I didn’t hear the original Hindi, but being a native speaker I can imagine what was said, and honestly this is nothing. If this is somehow newsworthy then I pity the Australian media.
We daresay they know it’s nothing. A Test tour of Australia seems to inevitably bring these things.