Saturday, June 25, 2011

Top 10 Grammar Myths


10. A run-on sentence is a really long sentence. Wrong! They can be quite short. In a run-on sentence, independent clauses are squished together without the help of punctuation or a conjunction. If you write “I am short he is tall,” as one sentence without any punctuations between the two independent clauses, it's a run-on sentence even though it only has six words.

9. You shouldn't start a sentence with the word “however.” Wrong! It's fine to start a sentence with “however” so long as you use a comma after it.

8. “Irregardless” is not a word. Wrong! “Irregardless” is a bad word and a word you shouldn't use, but it is a word. “Floogetyflop” isn't a word. “Irregardless,” on the other hand, is in almost every dictionary labeled as nonstandard. You shouldn't use it if you want to be taken seriously, but it has gained wide enough use to qualify as a word.

7. There is only one way to write the possessive form of a word that ends in “s.” Wrong! It's a matter of choice. For example, in the phrase “Kansas's statute,” you can put just an apostrophe at the end of “Kansas” or you can put an apostrophe “s” at the end of “Kansas.” Both ways are acceptable

6. Passive voice is always wrong. Wrong! Passive voice is when the doer is not a subject. Receiver or the object becomes the subject. For example, "Mistakes were made by him.” when you use passive voice, you are emphasizing on the object of the action. Passive voice can be the best choice, if you don't know who is responsible for an action.

5. “I.e.” and “e.g.” mean the same thing. Wrong! “E.g.” means "for example," and “i.e.” means roughly "in other words." You use “e.g.” to provide a list of incomplete examples, and you use “i.e.” to provide a complete clarifying list or statement.

4. You use “a” before words that start with consonants and “an” before words that start with vowels. Wrong! You use “a” before words that start with consonant sounds and “an” before words that start with vowel sounds. So, you'd write that someone has an MBA instead of a MBA, because even though “MBA” starts with “m,” which is a consonant, it starts with the sound of the vowel “e”--MBA.

3. It's incorrect to answer the question "How are you?" with the statement "I'm good." Wrong! “Am” is a linking verb and linking verbs should be modified by adjectives such as “good.” Because “well” can also act as an adjective, it's also fine to answer "I'm well," but some grammarians believe "I'm well" should be used to talk about your health and not your general disposition.

2. You shouldn't split infinitives. Wrong! Nearly all grammarians want to boldly tell you it's OK to split infinitives. An infinitive is a two-word form of a verb. An example is "to tell." In a split infinitive, another word separates the two parts of the verb. "To boldly tell" is a split infinitive because “boldly” separates “to” from “tell.”

1. You shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition. Wrong! You shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition when the sentence would mean the same thing if you left off the preposition. That means "Where are you at?" is wrong because "Where are you?" means the same thing. But there are many sentences where the final preposition is part of a phrasal verb or is necessary to keep from making stuffy, stilted sentences: “I'm going to throw up,” “Let's kiss and make up,” and “What are you waiting for” are just a few examples.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Fond Memories


Walking tip-toed on the road,

And a happy jump over a pebble.

Pleasures dwell in small candies,

Warmth and comfort in teddies.


Paper boats sailing in the bucket,

Cute houses of mud and clay.

Tea parties with dolls and bunnies,

And sweet baby cradled to bed.


Fashionable stories from grand mother,

Weaves angels and fairies from above.

Imagination and creation

Breeds a whole new world.


Lying on the grass and counting sheeps.

Hide-and-seek, the favourite game.

Running naked didn’t matter.

Breaking every new toy is a triumph.


Few scribbles with some colours

Is the master piece for his mother.

When her twinkling eyes meets his

Exceptional joy is deeply rooted.


Her soft soothing voice

Sings of lovely lullabies.

No heavenly voice is her match,

That allows you to sleep so peacefully.


Peeping eyes looking over the bed

Crawling and gazing the night sky

Where the stars far away

Knit the blessed dreams in those eyes.


We do not remember days,

We remember moments.

In the deepest treasures of heart

We unlock our fond memories.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Ardent Indulgence


A face that seems so better than a moon;
reddens like the sun at the set.
Her beauty seeks no comparison
when she slips out of her gown.

The crisp biscuit dips
into the hot coffee.
Down falls the jar when
he holds her tight close to her.

When he meets her body,
all the sensations become stronger.
His sliding tongue seeks solace
on her budding lips.

Her luscious lips feed
his starving lust.
Seeking more pleasure,
he ravishes her nude body.

He unveils his gloried weapon
to possess her.
On that soft bed she was laid,
his lusty eyes had no mercy.

She knew not
what came for her.
Then he laid on her
with all his spirits unleashed.

Her groaning voices,
her wet body, her fast breath,
and her firm fists
accompanied his glory of passion.

He accomplished theact
with a victorious smile.
Soft tears of pleasure
ran down her cheeks,
the biscuit all soaked in the coffee
and the broken jar laid on the floor.

My Mind, My Garden


To me my mind is a garden

like a spirit I hover around.

Time here has no bound

Memories live here eternally,

The good, the bad, the ugly.


The garden of spring brings joy.

The happy revelation of the past

Soothes the yielding heart,

Where the soft touch of the

Love warms the body, now.

The tender flowers bloom all around,

Nourishes the sight and

Lightens the affectionate heart.

The saccharine matured fruits

Augments the taste of recollections.


The summer love matures, where

The beloved nestles in the arms.

Trust, love, faith grows.

joyful days outshine the victorious sun.

Nothing compared to the loving memory matters.

Love and lustful memory

Becomes a thing of the past.


Happy days seek refuge in the clouds,

When autumn weather

Shadows the sun.

Light vanishes, love disappears and life descends

The windy garden sheds the leaf

Of every fond memory.

The prison of grief is painted

In the red sky when love leaves.


Winter days become dark and gloomy

The frosty nights freezes the cold memories.

Lonesome journey to the Death’s Kingdom

Turns every rose to a thorn

Snowy, cold carpet cover

Every green pasture of spring.

Tearful memory cradles the spirit of death.


Now my garden waits,

The seeds sown so deep will sprout

And the spring shall be restored

With the sweet memories

My garden shall endeavour.