Is ‘sod’ permissible?

BY hoot| IN Opinion | 11/03/2008
Rudrangshu Mukherjee of the Telegraph objects to Darius Nakhoonwala’s uncivil language on this website.
The HOOT presents exchanges over how undesirable an epithet the word ‘sod’ is.

Should the term ¿sod¿  be permitted in print? Rudrangshu Mukherjee, edit page editor of The Telegraph  does not think so, and responded sharply to Darius Nakhoowala¿s use of the word in this column:

 

Cricket¿s new turn

 

http://www.thehoot.org/web/home/story.php?storyid=2973&pg=1&mod=1&sectionId=10&valid=true

 

Thereafter an exchange followed which we present below. Our readers are invited to join the debate over whether sod is a permissible  epithet or not.

 

 

 

From: Rudrangshu Mukherjee

To: Sevanti Ninan ; Darius.Nakhoonwala@gmail.com

Sent: Thursday, February 28, 2008 1:18 PM

Subject: darius¿s latest


 

Just read the column. Wonder if ``sod¿¿ is a permissible epithet in polite and civilized society and in formal prose. But to each his own upbringing and sense of taste.

 

Rudrangshu

 

 

On 2/28/08, Sevanti Ninan wrote:

 

Sod is a friendly epithet. I don¿t mind being called sod. 

 

 

From: Rudrangshu Mukherjee

To: Sevanti Ninan

Sent: Thursday, February 28, 2008 2:48 PM

Subject: Re: darius¿s latest


 

The word sod according to the Concise Oxford Dictionary is vulgar slang chiefly British and means `` an unpleasant person¿¿. Obviously neither you nor Darius Nakhoonwala know the meaning of the word. How could he know that the leader writer was an unpleasant person. It is amazing -- isn¿t it? -- how much ignorance is paraded around in India?

 

Rudrangshu

 

 



On 2/28/08, Sevanti Ninan wrote:

 

There is dictionary meaning, and there is meaning evolved thru usage. Sod often used as in  poor sod, and poor unpleasant person does not make sense.

 

 

 

 

From: Rudrangshu Mukherjee

To: Sevanti Ninan

Sent: Thursday, February 28, 2008 7:00 PM

Subject: Re: darius¿s latest


 

I am sorry in written prose I prefer to go by what the dictionary says. A newspaper or website about the media is not the same as cocktail party talk. I would never allow the word sod in an editorial or an edit page article in The Telegraph. I think people who criticise should have some standards. Obvioulsy Darius Nakhoonwala has none. His homework, as I have pointed out before, is often shoddy and in this instance his language is objectionable. I will no longer read what he writes. I have certain standards. I should add that I am surprised at your defence of his language. The F word has also acquired various connotations in usage, will you allow it too?

Rudrangshu

 

 

From: Sevanti Ninan

To: Rudrangshu Mukherjee

Sent: Friday, February 29, 2008 9:15 AM

Subject: Fw: Fw: darius¿s latest

 

 

Dear  Rudrangshu,

 

This is becoming quite a hilarious exchange.  Stung by your comments about standards, etc.  Darius has forwarded this example of Telegraph allowing the use of the word sod. 

 

 Sevanti

 

 

 

 

ME FIRST ALL THE TIME

THIS ABOVE ALL / KHUSHWANT SINGH, December 31, 2005 http://www.telegraphindia.com/1051231/asp/opinion/story_5660965.asp

 Inside your heart

He marched off the stage quoting an Urdu couplet which was so touching that I memorized it immediately and got down to translating it into English:

Parvaana hoon

Shamaa to ho, Raat to ho;

Marney key leyea tayyaar hoon

Koee baat to ho

(I am a moth,

To burn myself there must be flame

And the night to do the same;

Though I am ever ready to die

But I must know the reason why.)

Now that he has no office to go to, what will Natwar do? He is not a man to retire gracefully into oblivion. He has been bitten by the Choudhry-bug: he pines to be the top man of any organization he forms. He may set up an ex-Central cabinet ministers association and have himself elected president. He could then tender unsolicited advice to successive prime ministers. He also has literary ambitions and regards himself as an authority on E.M. Forster (Passage to India).

He met him during his years in Cambridge. The old sod who was then in residence in King?s College and was consorting with his lover, a London policeman. Or he may decide to settle scores with people who have said or written things not very complimentary about him. I am one of them. I fear the day he decides to put me to my place.

Earlier, he wrote in a lofty tone in an article that he did not bother to read anything I wrote. However, he has an uncanny ability to guess what I had written without having read it. And let me ask: ?How can anyone hope to battle with an antaryaami ? one who knows secrets hidden in other peoples? hearts??


 

From: Sevanti Ninan

To: Rudrangshu Mukherjee

Sent: Friday, February 29, 2008 10:08 AM

Subject: more

 

 More from Darius:

 

 

http://www.telegraphindia.com/archives/archive.html

 

THIS ABOVE ALL/ REAL LIFE BEGINS AT SIXTY 

BY KHUSHWANT SINGH

Requiem for a loveable sod

A great gentleman and a great bore — that is how I thought of my friend of over 60 years, Danial Latifi, who died recently in Delhi. Good people tend to be somewhat tiresome and Danial was goodness personified. Having made this unkind introduction, let me also add that I vastly admired and loved him because he never lied, or ever said a hurtful thing about anyone. There won¿t be another Danial Latifi.

I got to know Danial in my years in Lahore (1940- 47). He was the son of Sir Alma Latifi, ICS, one of a distinguished clan comprising of the Tyabjis, Futtehallys and Salim Ali.

He was a graduate from Oxford University and a barrister-at-law. Everyone expected him to start practice at the high court and end up as a judge. Instead, he joined the Communist Party of India and was in the bad books of the police and the criminal investigation department.

One night he was caught pasting subversive posters on city walls. He spent a while in jail. After release he shifted to the party headquarters. He lived on daal-roti. He was always lean and fragile; he became leaner and frailer; his long nose appeared longer — he had a vulpine profile. I persuaded him to move in with me. I had reason to regret my offer of hospitality.

Every morning as I sat down to enjoy my whiskey, Danial, who was a teetotaller, would start an endless monologue on Marxism, class struggle, imperialism et al. It ruined the taste of my good Scotch. One day when my cook and I were away, my mother turned up unexpectedly. She took Danial to be my servant, reprimanded him for sitting on the sofa and ordered him to get her luggage from the tonga and bring it up.

He did so without a word. When my mother discovered who he was, she was most embarrassed. He often teased her about it. It was in my flat that he met Sarah Itiyarah, a Syrian Christian teacher in Kinnaird college for women and as ardent a communist as he.

They fell in love and got married. Danial would often smile but rarely laugh. Sarah did neither. They were admirably suited to each other. The only thing they had in common was a passion for Marxism. They had no children. After Partition, the Latifis moved to Delhi. My father gave them a flat in the next block to mine. Once I told him that I was pestered by uninvited visitors.

He got me a spy glass to put in my door so that I could see the visitor and if I did not want to be seen I need not open the door. Danial was the first victim of his own gift.

Danial did not change except that he began to drink in modest quantities. Once I ran into him at a French embassy reception. He had a plateful of food in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. By then he had become quite an authority on Islamic law. I made the mistake of asking him how he reconciled imbibing liquor with Islam.

He proceeded to dilate at great length quoting verses from the Quran that the holy book did not forbid taking alcohol. And all this while we were being jostled and buffetted by the crowd milling around us.

Danial and Sarah did not live together very much. So when she died, he was not shattered. He was not designed for domesticity. So I was surprised when I heard a few years ago that he had married again — this time a princess of royal blood, a descendant of the great Mughals.

 

 

 

From: Sevanti Ninan

To: Rudrangshu Mukherjee

Sent: Friday, February 29, 2008 10:08 AM

Subject: and more

 

And more…

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Weekend

Here lies one who spared neither man nor God/Waste not your tears on him, he was a sod/Writing nasty things he regarded as great fun/Thank the Lord he is ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1050212/asp/weekend/story_4348691.asp - 24k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : etc

... Lata Mangeshkar from the S-J camp, she also broke away the hyphen from between the great music director duo, ringing her voice around Shankar, poor sod. ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1060428/asp/etc/story_6143844.asp - 30k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Metro

26 Aug 2005 ... Ngow Ice-cream Krati Sod (rambutans served with home-made coconut ice-cream) makes for the perfect sweet ending. ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1050826/asp/calcutta/story_5147506.asp - 35k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Entertainment

One way of getting over feeling inadequate is to go, ¿Sod it... and just do it" — on her nude photoshoot for the Vanity Fair cover. ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1070913/asp/entertainment/story_8313129.asp - 29k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Opinion

If there¿sa riot in my area,/ Why then I¿m sure to get malaria;/ And when some Muslim seeks the blood/ Of Hindus all because some sod/ Has gone and tweaked ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1070428/asp/opinion/story_7706992.asp - 35k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Weekend

Her daughter is devastatingly dejected and her grown up son, a lazy sod. In sum, they live. But they do not have a life. And then suddenly, when tragedy ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1060923/asp/weekend/story_6751458.asp - 27k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : At Leisure

Now the "lecherous old sod," as Ravi pre... | Read.. Coffee break: A poor taker. It was her birthday and her nephew decided to splurge and buy her an ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1040224/asp/atleisure/index.asp - 26k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Opinion

The old sod who was then in residence in King?s College and was consorting with his lover, a London policeman. Or he may decide to settle scores with people ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1051231/asp/opinion/story_5660965.asp - 29k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Nation

The mother of a GMR institute student who was allegedly sod ... | Read.. ¿I¿ll never feel safe again¿. Thirty-seven-year-old Abhishekh Abdul Hamid was saved ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1060911/asp/nation/index.asp - 43k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : At Leisure

Is there anyone amongst you who is not familiar with Sod?s law? ... It is Sod?s law that dictates that the moment you go in for a bath, the telephone will ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1050308/asp/atleisure/story_4451585.asp - 22k - Cached - Similar pages

 

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Metro

To end your meal on a sweet note, indulge in the Chocolate Kao Gap Strawberry Sod (white chocolate and strawberry parfait with caramel sabayon) or Polla Mai ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1050429/asp/calcutta/story_4669837.asp - 29k - Cached - Similar pages

The Telegraph - Calcutta : Metro

For dessert, indulge in Ngow Ice Cream Krati Sod (rambutan served with homemade coconut ice-cream). Pocket pinch: A meal for two would cost Rs 1800-plus. ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1061116/asp/calcutta/story_7004899.asp - 29k - Cached - Similar pages

Editorial 1/ Developing ideas Editorial 2/ Up in the air Lessons ...

Requiem for a loveable sod. A great gentleman and a great bore — that is how I thought of my friend of over 60 years, Danial Latifi, who died recently in ...
www.telegraphindia.com/1000703/editoria.htm - 48k - Cached - Similar pages

 



From: Rudrangshu Mukherjee

To: Sevanti Ninan

Sent: Friday, February 29, 2008 1:49 PM

Subject: sod

 

It is typical, I think, that quietly the terms of the discussion has been shifted. I was speaking of The Telegraph¿s edit page and the leaders. The examples that Darius has so diligently dug out are all, save two. from other parts of the paper to which my standards are irrelevant. The two that are from the edit page come from the pen of Khushwant Singh whose column as per the agreement one is not allowed to touch. Moreover, in one instance where the word is used to describe E.M.Forster, the usage is correct (but still not accepetable to me). The word sod, according to the dictionary (Shorter Oxford) has been used since 1880 as an abbreviation of sodomite. (Hence the phrase sod off as an alternative to bugger off). Forster as one knows was one of the most famous gays of Cambridge in his time. The entire discussion, if you recall, was about whether sod is a polite word and its meaning. I would like to reiterate that the word sod is not a polite word.That of course has been lost sight of. My only wish is that Darius shows the same diligence when he writes his column as he has shown in trying to defend the indefensible.

 

Rudrangshu

 

 

 

From: Darius Nakhoonwala

To: Rudrangshu Mukherjee

Cc: Sevanti Ninan

Sent: Friday, February 29, 2008 6:36 AM

Subject: Re: darius¿s latest

 

Dear Dr Mukherjee,

 

I am sorry if I have offended you. Mrs Ninan also told me that you were upset and had promised to stop reading my comments. Please don¿t. you are one of the best in the country, and i would hate it just as much as I would if I lost someone such as say, TCA Srinivasa-Raghavan or Swapan Dasgupta who are just as good, at least as columnists. of their leader-writing abilities, though, I know zilch (if I may use that vulgar Americanism). 

 

With all good wishes and thanks for pointing out my error,

 

Darius