Hello there readers, Gauri this side.
Knowing any language feels like magic if you truly understand it. A bunch of people use the words and sounds associated with it every day. That’s been evolving with time and everyone is keeping it alive.
If one knows any script/language, for example — their mother tongue they are able to dive deep into the portal of culture, demographics and methodology, a way towards life in that language. The laughs, the tears in it. They know exactly how everything has been brought to today’s world and what has evolved so far with the history of the native people.
How anything I say and how it is going to be perceived in your mind is the real taste of owning and knowing a language.
If I say slang that’s common in India, I associate more feelings with it than any alienated person who doesn’t know the bits of it. Even though I will be able to explain it totally, still they will lose some bits of understanding it wholeheartedly.
Think of an aspect, you read a book or watch a show and you fall in love with that book/show.
But, it’s translated. Now you know somewhere, with all hearts and minds you will lose some background to the story, the real landscape of the origin. The sense of the city, and people’s smell while reading it.
I feel this when I read Murakami’s excellent magnificent work, I understand the hard work of translators but I know in my head that the whole execution lies in the way, it is been told.
Even though I will understand it but won’t be able to join the dots like a native reader will be able to do when they read exactly his words. It's like reading something vs knowing something.
Being in the sense makes whole sense.
There are just no magical bits of knowing a language and being separated from others.
There’s more to it …
and that’s what I feel, what Rutba meant to say that day.
It’s always great to know different languages, that brings more world in your hand, she said.
Language separates us, I felt more that day, when she was taking care of books but won’t able to read them. This hit hard in the head. She can’t read those books because it’s not written in her native language or this particular language is so privileged and treated like some ornament in your mouth when you know or speak it.
The way you perceived it, you will explain in that way to her, which shortens the border of perspectives in a thought.
She can understand, and interpret it but won’t be able to hold up to the paradigms of its actual written preferences.
If I knew how to read in this language then these books already knew their home.
There’s a wall to everything. It feels weird and bound when a barrier lies in it.
I respect multilingual’s but I respect the countries more which have kept their native language alive more than anything — we are growing but we know where we are lacking.
and there’s hope.
hope you enjoy reading it.
