Despite the fact that my Marathi is pathetically rudimentary, I make numerous valiant attempts everyday to speak the language. I fumble with the basics, feel my heartbeat do an Usain Bolt when I go beyond my tried-and-tested phrases (side la ghya , kiti? et al) and, much too often for my own liking, abjectly capitulate to using Hindi or English.
I’d be lying through my teeth if I said it wasn’t a struggle. However, the labor has been one of love. Making a successful linguistic transaction in Marathi suffuses me with a sense of pride. It makes me feel at one with the people and culture of the state I have long since come to regard as my own.
Before you write me off as a rabid right-winger or one with political ambitions, I hasten to tell you that my desire to speak the local language (and hopefully graduate to using the chaste form) comes from my conscience.
United though we are in patriotism for the great Indian nation we all love, each of us comes from a unique culture, one of the many vibrant shades that form the beautiful mosaic we rightly revere. If it weren’t for the hundreds of cuisines, arts, languages and other cultural mores that seamlessly come together in a spirit of mutual respect, we’d be one of the many culturally nondescript nations that few know of.
Isn’t it natural that we take a certain amount of pride in the contributions of our respective regional cultures to the national culture? I personally find that it puts me in even greater awe of a nation so diverse, yet so united.
It is for this reason that I disagree with those who fulminate against the people they’ve labeled ‘outsiders.’
However, it’s in the same vein that I urge the so-called ‘outsiders’ (a canard that no Indian with a sense of decency should use) to learn the local language of the region in which they live. It isn’t so much an obligation as it is a mark of respect for the cultural ecosystem to which they now belong. In a supportive atmosphere of encouragement and patience, one would be only too happy to imbibe some of the local culture, which would serve to improve intercultural understanding and help strengthen the foundations of this great nation against the corrosive effects of misplaced bigotry resulting from an equally misplaced (and profoundly ugly) sentiment of xenophobia.
It’s imperative that we uphold the noble value of Sadbhavana lest the national fabric become frayed ; there are many a nefarious element waiting to tug at the first loose thread they see.
Jai Hind.