Originally posted by: monalidp
I'd like to add my two cents.
I am a Marathi and am proud to say I am a very well-read person in both Marathi and English. I used to live in a second-tier city in Maharashtra and started raiding the library there when I was five. I discovered a lot in that library, not just Marathi but old English literature from Shakespeare to Pearl Buck, from to Martin Luther King to Ayn Rand, from Leo Tolstoy to Margaret Mitchell.
I also grew up listening to Marathi bhajans of Bhimsen Joshi and the Mangeshkar sisters. Those bhajans are an integral part of my mental makeup.
I'd say language is an integral part of the culture. Not because of the language itself per se, but because talented authors, singers, leaders of the old express themselves through the medium. It is a medium of communication that is used by generations to express their thoughts and beliefs. People mold languages to their taste and then the language molds future generations.
Now I live in the UK, my kids are being brought up here. They learn nativity plays and Christian stories in their schools. They learn about Vikings, not the Mughals/Shivaji/Indian freedom struggle. They sing Christmas carols, not Marathi bhajans.
Sometimes I feel far removed from them. There is an emotional disconnect that is hard to explain. It breaks my heart when they don't appreciate the Marathi language or the sweet songs. They don't understand the quirks of the language that's almost the life source for me. I think that is why the native language is called ''Mother Tongue'. The bliss I feel when my child calls me 'Aai' is not the same as when they call me 'mum'.
But It's nobody's fault. I can't hold it against them as they are being brought up in a different environment. When I was in Belgium for a short-term work assignment, I was told I'd have to learn Dutch/French/German as those were official languages, not English. It was a hassle for me, but I appreciated their pride and will to preserve their heritage, their roots, the language that has nurtured and enriched their minds.
As you can see, I sit on a fence. I love my language but have no problem with others loving theirs too. In today's day and age, when there is so much divide in the world already, we should learn from history and choose our battles wisely. Pride and prejudice will only take us so far. Live and let live should be our mantra.
Coming back to some Bollywood kids using a jumble of language struggling to get their point across, I pity them. They just have missed the bus, it's their loss.
@Bold: I was very much attached to my mother tongue and grew up believing that Language is the representative of the culture. But after moving around more and rubbing shoulders with people from different languages and cultural backgrounds, I started realizing how Language is nothing but a medium in the scheme of things needed to be able to bond with people. Then motherhood happened to me which completely changed my entire being. The movies have brainwashed me that being ‘called’ by your child as ‘mom/ma/amma’ is bliss. But my son didn’t ‘call’ me or anything at all except looking out for me or reaching out for me when he needed me, then we eventually found out that he is autistic. He is 5 now and only refers to me as ‘mom’ in third person. But the bliss I feel just being his mom is inexplicable and bet it’s no less than what you are any other mom must be feeling. That’s when I realized fully that Language is nothing but a medium to express. My son taught me and helped me consolidate my belief that Language is overrated and it’s nothing more than a medium. In a world where there are so many issues, picking on a language is just what they call - First world problems!
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