Verbs, My Tea House and Bergamot

Was thinking this morning as I have on many such mornings that language like everything else since Darwin saw his first iguana on the turtle-infested island, has been evolving. To some it's the final conclusive proof of the theory of natural selection and survival of the fittest (if fitness is a function of numbers...). Others like yours truly are beginning to feel like the dodo. Or at least beginning to understand why the dumb bird chose extinction (No, there will be no bird flu jokes... on an aside the dodo isn't a bird that flew). Take the single largest spoken and understood language in the world - English. Yes, I accept that it's never really spoken the way it should be and more often misunderstood but when compared to Swahili and the many mutually exclusive tribal tongues of Nagaland it's pretty much the most used.
The point of this all being that no one can really speak (or write) in the language no more. Take me for instance. For a while I honestly believed that all conversation could be condensed to three verbs - send, put and happen. For example,
Me : Dude, what's happening?
Someone like me : Nothing really, why?

Me : Cool, let's put plan and go send some beer.

Not that it's a bad idea... its a great one... but why did it have to be said that way... Emailing and IRC and of late SMS have converted language into a vowel free communication tool. See below...
Got this one the other day - "Wru". I rest my case. How much longer with the T9 predictive text working does it take to send "Where are you" instead? I do agree it gets the point across but so does pictionary. Don't see us carrying blackboards around. And spelling? Got this one too "In a bd md. plz bare with me." I went "hmmm!!" before I realised the error.
Where it goes from here I really don't know but till then we'll try keeping things the way they used to be.

On a lighter note discovered a really nice tea shop (not the two rupee roadside kadai variety, love those but not those). Swanky little thing called My Tea House. Really nice. Quiet, yet undiscovered by the seventeen-year-olds and their girlfriends. And good tea. Had an Earl Grey. Black. And now have learnt that it containts the extract of the rind of an orange (Citrus aurantium, the bergamot Orange) and some ten theories that involve Charles II, Charles Grey, Staunton etc as to it's origin. Whatever it be, its a good tea. In stark contrast to the thrice boiled tea dust filtered through a bit of someone's second hand mundu or lungi or what not, with lots of sugar and some dry ginger powder for effect. Before the bretheren go up in arms screaming traitor, I like both.

The fever of yesterday's gone down. Got beaten up for the flu pun. The noxious cocktail worked as did some twelve hours of sleep.