Submitted by Nenek Harimau
Something in the world is just unbelievable but true. Everyday life could be an episode of Ripley’s Believe It Or Not it seems. When the usual way to improve is to never lower your standards, some people go the other way round. The improvement in language does not come in a blink of an eye. Language is something so beautiful that it seems to have a life of its own, evolving in accordance to social changes.
However, when the illiteracy rate around the world is gradually going down, there are still people who is trying to implement ideologies that would eventually promote the reverse. A universal language is subsequently scrapped from the nation’s education system, legal system and heading towards the social cycle. Allowing only the growth of a language, which is not even native, to cloak the other languages and various dialects with its shadows, uprooting the variety of languages and dialects in the local society, replacing them with a language the ruler adopted from a foreign land and claiming it his own, simply because there is no other language that he could master, nor is willing to master. Here is when many various minority languages and dialects are slaughtered, butchered and buried in cold blood. Here is when a change is made to accommodate illiteracy rather than to overcome it. Here is the indication that the nation is heading to a direction that would eventually make a colourful multicultural society into one of an empire painted in shades of grey.
When this foreign language is brought into this land rich with culture and variety, it became part of the society, adding cultural wealth to the land in which it is first introduced to apart from its birthplace. Excessive recognition took it a step further, nurturing a tamed into a wild. The wild, due to the lack of vocabulary needed to express simple expressions, started adopting a little here and there from other languages and dialect, those of a different genus and tried to fit it in and again, call it their own. Over half a century of injecting itself with random picks of vocabulary, the wild one mutated into a form of retarded sophistication, praised by the many who blindly follows, glorified by those who took part in nurturing the beast.
What a heartache to see a language so unique turn into one with a body of Malay, limbs of English, and some internal body parts of Hindi, Portuguese, Chinese, Tamil and the list goes on. It feels like a person who lost her soul due to the many plastic surgeries and internal overhauls. She might be pretty on the outside, but the essence of a language lies in its soul. Long gone is the pitiful battered soul, may it rest in peace.