My unending obsession with languages.

 

Language is the key that connects people, lands and cultures. We express, we impress and we process. We lean to weave letters into words and finally words into sentences. Your words can be the reason of someone’s broadest smiles or unasked association to agony and pain. Our words hold a lot of impact. Then it doesn’t matter in which language they are spoken or at what place and time they are used. Our comprehension holds the power to swirl the ocean to highest tides and widest waves. A language is an art. Art that is diverse and classified throughout the world in colours and tastes varied for all 8 billion people. I developed a passion for languages a long time ago and let’s say when I stick to something I don’t let it go way that effortlessly.

My interest to study languages began in my school. Genuinely, no one in my family has a passion… or rather even interest in any of these things let alone be languages. Yes, but my mother does inculcate a great taste in paintings, creations; broadly art concerned with paints and canvases. So may be this adoration for art began from those genes. Whatever, the cause may be but I am quite happy that I have endorsed such beautiful hobbies in the times when others have pastimes like bullying and pills. Anyways, as I was saying the language-love (that sounded wrong!) started in grade sixth when I choose French as my third language as part of school curriculum. Now if you we were expecting some sugar plum fairy enlightening me with this pursuit, then I am sorry to disappoint you with this oh-so-normal start. All great things have a simple start and trust me readers nobody but me know that this is utterly true. So that was it, I went away and amazed my mind with the beauty of dialects.

I studied French for three years and then I gave it up due to my career choices and then I turned to Spanish which I began during the lockdown period. I was whipped with this so- classy language. I am still learning; I have mastered basics and now I’m working on the practical parts but as for a school going teenager (even if it is the online school) it’s not easy to keep up with personal growth activities because you find yourself entangled in daily hub- hub so much that you forget that you yourself even exist.  So, I left the track but while I was studying Spanish, I came across other exquisite language of Asia – Japanese. And I went a little ahead of Konnichiwa and Arigatō and mastered counting, greetings and introductions. Then came in Italian. ha una storia divertente alle spalle (it has a funny story behind it). No, I am not making a fool of myself by discussing it on a public platform maybe some where in future when I’ll go through something more embarrassing than this, I’ll tell the tale. But till then let’s keep it this way. I remained at basics with Italian like – Ciao which means hello, grazie which means thank you, arrivederci which means bye for now and come va which means how are you? Slights of Korean because why not we live in the world of K-dramas, BTS and BlackPink so the global fever will ultimately creep up to if you don’t live under a rock. I am still exploring languages, trying to understand the accent of one and alphabets of the other but I am not tired nor I am sick. Call me a nerd, geek or whatsoever. This is a therapy that enchants a new ray of hope when I feel hopeless, so I am pretty glad that I have this “language-love”.

You don’t have to choose interests based on internet trends, you don’t have to categorize your strengths and weakness on the basis of the calculations that others do for you. So let the wings of creativity and innovation fly, no one is born void, we always have a choice. May it be language or anything else you just need to choose, there is the whole world waiting for you out there to discover yourself before anything else.

 Love,

Priyal🎇

Ps. Apologies for the delay. See you next week with “why it is always me?!”

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