Have you ever wondered why is it that when we want to yell at someone , it is English that comes flowing out of our mouth in an attempt to win the argument? Why do I connect the two theories of English and Attitude, when I walk past a hot guy? And worst part, this notion is residing in my subconscious mind, and am hapless there. Why is it that our very own Bollywood songs are inviting this language into their lyrics, quite successfully and satisfactorily. Why is it important for my mother to learn to speak in English, because when she doesn’t , people outside talk to her the way THEY want to? And when I bombard my mind with these questions , I know very well that English is the universal language <God knows who made it one> and the thing goes on and on and on, but somewhere I still am not satisfied with this answer. Why is it that English is thought to be the decisive factor in determining whether I am ‘classy’ or not ? And ah. How can i forget to mention the quality of the English does NOT matter here , Speak the way i speak Spanish, Or a Spanish person speaks Mandarin , Or a Chinese speaks Hindi, It is your battlefield, and you are sure to win. Just speak in ENGLISH ! I remember eavesdropping a girl, while she was talking to her friend, in the metro <yes boredom devours me in metro , to this level> . As she continued talking to her friend overtly, in English, in a matter of time, i began to count the number of the word ‘like’ every sentence of hers contained. Let me stretch my memory and share with you her conversation :
Still , I bow down to her confidence for not giving up and still speak in English, , and yes, unconsciously a thought ran past my mind too, that she is ‘classy’ and adjectives related.
A lot has been said about it, a lot discussed, I have perhaps nothing more to add here. The scuffle between English and Hindi is never ending. Sure, am not favouring any language here, it’s all about the tags we attach to English . I remember while going to Andaman Islands on a family trip, our plane landed at Chennai and our next flight from there to the final destination was after 8 hours. Thus we ended up exploring Chennai, and it was a terrible idea for a person who doesn’t know an iota of their language. All the boards put up by the shopkeepers, had their shop name <I guess so !> written in their regional language in bold blue , yellow colours , and that was followed by the same translated into English , but in such a small font that one had to come close to the shop to read it. And such an irony exits, because we all know the literary rate down south as compared to the rest of the India, and still people prefer to put up boards in their tongue.And the auto-rickshaw drivers there , speak English for a utility purpose, while in Delhi, all they can do is “you come-you go-meter no working-i not going-i take 200 rupees from you”.