You feel like a looser. You know exactly the language that is so precious to you, mostly because it’s so unique and holds your heritage, is on the way to disappear, still can’t do anything. Forgive me, my sons and daughters.
I’ve learned lots of things about mother tongue.In fact, like many of my classmates, I didn’t even get a chance to learn it while I was in school and college, but then when I came to know the importance of my own my mother tongue language I started learning it using every possible way, Yeah by now I’ve learned lot of it and can speak like any of the experts. If someone shows an excuse that’s not applicable to me. When I can learn Japanese, Chinese, Arabic, Hindi, and many other languages, why not my own mother tongue?
You will not forget your mother tongue ever, until and unless you migrate to a completely different language speaking country and also below the age of 10! If you migrate with parents there is a probability you will be bilingual. I have spent good chunk of my life abroad spent many years in completely different language speaking countries, my present scenario i speak fluently couple of languages and Nepali is still the language I dream in.
The worst part is knowing itself that I am slowly forgetting my mother tongue in a good pace because of not many content consumption in that language, I see it often in Nepal, general people who I see and hear while in near by place, using English words often in between the conversation. It doesn’t mean it is wrong but it means that we are slowly choosing another language over this, working to improve my Nepali by going to google and searching for Nepali word for the English word I know, it sarcastic.
I am scared I might be one of the reason my language will die. I am trying to learn but it’s hard, really hard.
I did not forget. I was just not taught. Sometimes it feels embarrassing when you go to a family gathering and a person comes to you speaking your language but you don’t understand it. I have heard “Magar kura nabolne pani k Magar” several times but I ignore them. I still feel I must learn my language but then feel it’s a bit late now. I wish I could.
Most of us are blaming parents and not making enough effort to learn their mother tongue.
Forgetting their own mother tongue is for those who feel shy to speak their own mother tongue in order to cop with other language especially Nepali in context of Nepal. Being madheshi I m proud to speak maithili every time and everywhere till my other friends don’t understand my language.
Sad, very sad very bad..seeing it die is a disaster. I love the idea of India for its promotion of local languages.
Most of them even can’t speak pure Nepali language without the mixture of an English word in it. How can you expect someone to be perfect as well as capable enough to speak their Mother tongue language? Some of them are perfect in it, not everyone has learned. I guess they should be ashamed to admit it.
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World in Lenses
We had asked Kmag followers to submit photos taken by them through their mobile and this is part of the collection.
On July 26, 2019, we asked KMag followers to share their mobile photography and we received many astonishing photos, out of which we selected the following photos.
Scrolling through these photos, it feels like tripping the human world through different lives and places. Try viewing this post from your PC for better experience.
Aren’t they amazing? Did it feel like tripping? Which one is your favorite? Drop a comment below.
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Travel Story: Flying across the Malaysian Sky
On 2015, January 23, we were about to board for the very flight which would change our entire life for the years to come. The sheer joy of new excitement and hard goodbyes to our families were still clouded while we were waiting for our flight.
We had our flight from Air Asia with 80 minutes transit in the airport of Malaysia. With all our fellow Nepalese brothers heading to gulf countries, we were the only one going to Australia. But none of us knew, even though the countries are different, we were about to fall into the same fate of labour.
There was a guy with his “Dillibazar Tailoring” as his backpack resting down at his feet. A pang of frustration had actually started in me already why remittance is the only major source of economy in my country.
After about two hours, right when air hostesses started checking boarding pass for the flight lunch, one of the Nepalese guys started acting strange. At first, he was talking with the air hostess, tapping his pants all over around. But soon he started checking all the hand carries rested at the top of the passengers. My husband said he could be that one of the agent bringing workers in overseas and he added he is faking to his companions as though he had boarding pass for the lunch. I gave my quick glance to the guy with that shopping bag and to that supposed agent guy.
Relying on the quick judgement of my husband, I noticed that guy with a golden ring and think chain around his neck and silver watch, indeed he was fairly dressed than other people on board. He frantically searched almost all the luggage of his clients for like fifteen minutes. Clearly, it seemed like he was just pretending it with a promise that he had had actually boarding pass for lunch to be served. Rest of the brothers were silent and were staring in each other doubting if they are getting it. Eventually, he gave up with the request of air-hostess to get back to the seat for trolleys to be run.
After 15minutes our meal arrived, and it made me partly awkward to be only passengers on a row with lunch being served especially when my fellow native brothers went on curious as air hostesses started dragging down the food trolleys.
It was almost 8:38 PM when we landed into the Malaysian Airport. We had barely 80 minutes of transit.Though there were no words of goodbyes among us, we parted our ways. We were anxiously queueing in the line when I noticed another fellow with all of his backpacks and luggage was standing after me. My husband casually told him, ” yo line Hami Australia janeharuko go, tapaiko yah bata hoina justo lagyo”
Shocked and terrified, we pointed the direction where his group headed where he quickly ran to catch them. And we ran through the corridor of Malaysian Airline for one last time to change the fate of our promised life after that flight…
Is it right or wrong?
Some people on social media are not not happy to see alcoholic beverage sponsoring the traditional festival, that too with Kumari in display.
The voice was initially raised by Satish Sthapit, singer and guitarist from Newaz Band, through his facebook post, stating:
“Felt sad with this branding at Maru. Soon we will see branding in Kumari charriot too. Thukka”
The issue escalated quite quickly and now some others too are expressing their dissatisfaction. However, matter of fact is that locally-prepared alcoholic beverages have significant role in Newa culture, especially in festival like IndraJatra.
What’s your say on this? Is it right or wrong to get alcoholic beverage as sponsor of traditional event?
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