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THE FIGURES OF SPEECH: LEARN ENGLISH THE QUICKEST WAY POSSIBLE.



The least understood section in English, besides the tenses, was the figures of speech. It required years of work to achieve distinction in grammar. We received it, as a matter of fact, in barely a few hours.



Mausaji continued to exalt us with his anecdotes, laced with puns, metaphors, hyperboles, onomatopoeia, and yet more on our visit to their home. He made us learn the figures of speech so effortlessly that edutainment became the hottest topic in family circles.



My Hindi-speaking American niece required little explanation when she enquired him of his profession. He answered her by rolling his tongue and saying 'layyar' that he made it sound like a 'liar' when his actual profession spelled 'lawyer,'



It reminded everyone of an incident that my grandfather had narrated. In those times when people struggled to speak English. The 'character' was pronounced as 'chara-actor'. Nothing could then be as confusing as calling 'Champagne' as 'champa-agne'.


Even to address his eggetarian food preferences, he acknowledged his love for the 'Father of Egg' murga(chicken).



'Mein niche khadi hoon'(I stand down) was the reply by my niece when specifically what she meant to say was, 'I understand.'



Learning the basics could never have been more fun than we experienced today. Long live English! resonated in the air as the words died amidst the roar of laughs.





 

 

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    Wonderful piece of blog on figure of speech. Swati it shows how well you portray your thoughts with very good command on your English

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