DISCLAIMER

People often ask me what it's like being an expat in Dubai. Actually they don't but like the rest of this blog, let's just blindly assume people care what I think and go on from there. Dubai is beautiful, it's a sun-drenched tax-free paradise, with a wise and benevolent ruler. There is no real winter to speak of and the roads are beset with outrageous supercars. If your eyes ever tire of street level gawking, there are thousands of kilometres of sky scrapers to develop neck trauma to. Yes, in many ways it is paradise, but what is paradise without a little trouble? In the Wachowski (formerly) brothers movie trilogy: The Matrix, a sentient program called 'Agent Smith' describes the failure of our robot overlords to captivate and pacify human minds in a sensory-fed utopia: "Did you know that the first Matrix was designed to be a perfect human world where none suffered, where everyone would be happy? It was a disaster. No one would accept the program. Entire crops were lost. Some believed that we lacked the programming language to describe your "perfect world". But I believe that, as a species human beings define their reality through misery and suffering. So the perfect world was a dream that your primitive cerebrum kept trying to wake up from". And that's where we are with this blog: a long whimsical stare in to the bathroom mirror wondering what would have happened if you took the blue pill, intended as nothing more than a (sincerely respectful) bit of probing in to the more bizarre side of living in the UAE.

Tuesday, 14 July 2015

Just How Needful Is It?



Kindly do the needful. Is needful a word? Isn't it spelt 'necessary' and pronounced 'necessary' - do we really need 'mindful's' bastard younger brother turning up as a hungry understudy to an already well established perfectly adequate lead?

The thing that infuriates me most about it, isn't that it's use replaces another more appropriate word, it's that 'kindly do the needful' is entirely superfluous if it's left on it's own at the end of an email. Because presumably - you've already asked someone to do the necessary in one of the preceding sentences or your correspondent will have literally no idea what the needful is. So you're simply repeating a command that you've already given. What you're suggesting is that the recipient might have such a basic intellect that your original request of "please ensure that the main brace is spliced, and the rigging is taut" (yes today's rant is pirate themed) has been misconstrued as nonspecific theoretical musing, intended for nothing more than igniting inspiration. But it's ok though because you followed it up with "please do the needful". Disaster averted. Pirate ship saved. Congratulations.


Actually it's not even that. That's the way language is going these days. We're still in a global recession and we have to keep these otherwise redundant letters in a job, else they'll start hanging round on street corners and start forming text speak or abbreviations of television shows, because as we all know there simply isn't time to say all the practically innumerable syllables in 'Game of Thrones'. No - it's not the eyeball-rolling farcical pointlessness of it that truly shivers me timbers (see, continuity, even if it's been transparently crowbarred in), it's that at the end of a particularly mundane email, if I'm not in full control of my faculties, I find myself motioning to type it. Then follows hours of soul searching and self loathing, doing the needful examination of the self, resolving that if you can't beat them: start making up your own entirely convoluted nonsensical throw-away buzz phrases. Sometimes I like to try and fill a whole email with them if I really fancy a challenge:


Dear Sir / Madam / otherness


I recommend although cannot insist that you be receptive to the following coordination.

Following the happenstances of whence, further investigation had been deemed as potentially both viable and beneficial.

I trust that you will ensure that all appropriate measures will be considered and discussed amongst you, yourself and thy. And that these measures are In fact measures and not rude limericks written in really small writing on grains of rice.

Yours evidently

The ministry of ministrations

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