English – one of my favorite languages. Before I continue praising the language of the invaders of our ancestors, let me tell you that I am a multi-linguist. I can understand and speak, to some extent, Punjabi, Tamil and Marathi, whereas I’m considerably fluent in English, Hindi and Malayalam. Spanish is a language that is being taught to me in class, so there’s a minimal understanding of that.
Of all these languages, I find English the most expressive, the easiest and the most efficient language. Let me explain.
I just saw this movie “Waking Life” which is an excellent movie, by the way, and in it I found this particular part, where they speak about the language and words, quite intriguing. To quote Waking Life:
“It’s always our decision, who we are. Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from… I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation… and have some sort of connection with one another.”
And I find it so true! I mean, it was the very need to fulfil man’s loneliness, his emptiness that he created language. And I also love to imagine the first guy to speak just blabbering stuff and using sign language. I mean, I always picture a caveman just going bonkers with his club and trying to tell the caveman in front of him to stop screwing with his wife!
When I speak English in front of my friends, they give me looks of derision and contempt. Is speaking good English a bane? Is it not but a sign of good culture, if not a matter of pride?
Or is it my fault? Here I am, in India, a country known for its diversity, in a time where “Staying Raw” is the hype. Speaking good English was once looked upon. And now, I sit in front of my laptop ranting on about the language discrepancies from a small town in the magnificence that is India.
At no time is freedom of speech more precious than when a man hits his thumb with a hammer. ~Marshall Lumsden