Poetry in your own language is the most beautiful poetry of all. There is something magical about your own language for each person. Primarily language being the most successful mode of communication, it is obvious that whatever said in your language means the most to you.
Talking of kannada, it is refreshing to speak kannada, to listen to kannada songs, to read kannada and the like. Listening to old kannada movie songs is becoming an obsessive habit with me these days. This is music I have grown up with and it brings back memories of childhood. Not only that, it makes me wonder about the beauty of my language. It feels special. Sadly, I find many localites not knowing kannada and not appreciating it and it hurts.
Associating myself with this beautiful language has a special meaning in my life at the present also. I'm going through a phase wherein changes happening to my thinking, my opinions etc. I'm glad to let go of those stuck-up opinions that I must have picked up during growing up , am glad that I respect people's emotions and am glad for restoration of faith in the fact that 'He up above is the only one who can do something' if anyone can. I'm glad to start praying again. Amidst all these changes, I can say I feel at home when I think of my language. It is a weird way of saying things but I dont expect anyone to understand what am saying anyways..
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