Not written by me ...but a passionately written poem about 21st c entury English...Magical and logical Written and performed by Dizraeli for macmillandictionary.com

The 21st Century Flux
English. The new disease?
It pours out of television speakers and computer screens
Disregarding Babel with its very cocky fluency
Sticking on its labellings at every opportunity.
Nothing’s safe; it won’t stop when it begins to spread
it dominates the airwaves and reigns/rains on the internet
leaving cultures altered and confused as to what’s what
turns the dialecting of the youths to a hotch-potch
rag-tag scrabble bag; everyone’s affected
the little languages will not survive unprotected.
So hold your own, but get a firm hold of English
and every last one of us shall be a multilinguist:
Sing it!
Shampoo juggernaut moolah hullabaloo
ad infinitum, pow-wow, kudos, déjà vu
Won ton, billabong, beef, potato, hobo, dream
Wha gwan with the wigwam boogie
Mr. Chimpanzee?
Welcome to the twenty-first century flux
for now, English is the language of choice
and when it dies, as every tongue eventually must
let it be said you added your voice.
The professor said, “Pif! What language is this?
Degenerate slang isn’t Standard English!
We at the top must establish limits.”
I said “Prof! Language is the people that live it.”
Get loose, give it some vision and foresight
and juice; we can fling the dictionary door wide.
I live in a city where it seems like
every single idiom is intermingling stream-like,
Like streams, that know no barriers
No matter what dams and channels are established –
they are irrelevant. What matters is the message that is put across,
and the passion that’s invested in it. Nothing’s lost
it merely mutates, and lets the people speaking it
tweak it in new ways.

We have power supply for only a few hours out of the twenty four these days. The climate is no help too because it's scorching hot outside these days; sweaty and sultry inside rooms. My house is an exception. A very old house, it has a roof that is ten feet high and is cool at all times of the year. There is also a backyard with a few trees and a well.
I try to sit there on a stool under the trees and work on my lap top. It's wonderful to sit under a tree, even on the hottest of days. The problem wit sitting outside is, that there is a radio station right behind my house with a very noisy generator. So the minute power goes out, a deafening roar from that machine fills our back yard.
It's only when the machines are shut off when power returns that we experience an intense relief from that drilling sound.
Power cuts are a horrific experience. Mosquitoes, sweat, disorientation caused by sudden darkness, that makes us forget what we had planned to do, sometimes making it impossible for us to finish our chores, inability to use or even charge gadgets are all crippling the routine.