I love Hindi. I think it is a beautiful language. Simple. Poetic. And there are words and sentences and sentence formations to express nearly every emotion to the T. I don’t think any other language that I know of and can speak lets you say “aajkal bijli jaati hai toh log gaane nahii gaate” in a moment of nostalgia, without sounding contrite. No, not even English. Not mine, at least.
But I don’t think I speak the language as well or even as much as I love it. And as well as I learnt it. In spite of Ma getting paranoid every time I said things like “hawa chal raha hai” and “bhookh laga hai” during my growing up years, the last few years of trying to prove to the world that I am a proud Bihari, I let the faults in Bihari Hindi rub off on me so much that I now speak a mish mash of Bihari Hindi, whimsically sprayed with Main and Aap.
So here is a resolution. From this day on, I will speak the Hindi I was taught at home and in school, not the one I use to make a point. And definitely not the one I speak to fit in. Hamaari hindi jaisi bhi hai, hamaari hai. Agar hum nahii bol paayenge, toh kisi aur ko kya sikhayenge? Yes, you will hear “hum” more often – irrespective of whether I mean me or us. Hindi is a proud language :-)