The Punjabi language has always been a victim of social, political and economic circumstances even before the partition of United India. It is currently facing extinction in our nation and here are only two daily newspapers published in Punjabi in the Central areas of Punjab. Only a few monthly literary magazines constitute Punjabi press in Pakistan. Yet, Punjabi has no official status either in Pakistan or in West Punjab and is considered as a dying language and there are various reasons for that.
Firstly being that Punjabi is not taught in Pakistani schools but is widely spoken. There is not a single Punjabi medium school in Pakistan. Very sadly even though this language is the main language of the Pakistani public and is one of the oldest languages of the Indian subcontinent, despite it is not taught to Punjabi children in Schools nor is it the official language in any part of Pakistan. If we want to reclaim Punjabi language, the first step is to provide it educational backing by teaching Punjabi as a subject in schools.
Secondly, most ‘educated’ parents think it is ‘uncivilized’ to talk to their children in Punjabi. Punjabi is considered to be a very low class language.
When I interviewed Mr. Mohammad Moeen Ameen he said, “Punjabi has been confined to only the rural areas and people of Pakistan”.
It is the social attitude of people that have associated Punjabi with informal and insignificant linguistic functions in life. The language desertion phenomenon is so visible in Punjabi urban families where parents speak with their children in Urdu and English, which are considered to be prestigious languages.
Ethno Lignuistic Regions Of Pakistan
Hence it isn’t really alarming when I heard the Vice Principal of Government College say “I have never seen or heard of an educated, or even semi-educated, Punjabi parent who is willing to communicate with his or her own child in their native tongue. Rather, they strongly discourage and often rebuke their children if they even suspect that they might be talking to other children in Punjabi, because speaking Punjabi is considered a mark of crudeness and bad manners.
❝If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his own language, that goes to his heart.❞
I remember standing in middle of the ground right next to him as he let loose his new horse, Caesar. The majestical stallion ran wild and free with the sun shinning on his black coat that was trimmed to perfection. His canter formed a rhythm that seized my eyes and his mane bounced on his perfectly arched neck as he ran across the ground. His limitless energy and power made it look as though the ground would split under his hoofs. The divine creature had so much unused energy inside of him that he would kick, head buck and roll on the ground time and time again. Every time Caesar would rear, his muscles would become even more defined and I was standing there looking in awe. As we stood there he began charging towards us with full throttle, with his chest out and head high. Fear did not take over me yet I was paralyzed and had a rush and he was three feet away; still galloping towards us. It was when he was almost upon us that i budged and the magnificent stallion turned towards the gate and opened it by pushing the hook with his nozzle.
Although I was only 11 years old, I recognized his intelligence, splendor and power of the animal. Following him to the stalls I reached his stable to realize that he knew exactly where he was supposed to go. I threw water over his steaming body to cool him down and then fed him leaves. As I did so, he nudged his face across my body in appreciation. Caesar was untamed in his ways yet so gentle.
This was the beginning of my fondness for horses and interest in horse riding. After riding in the very same ground for 5 years, spending hours at a time with these fine-looking animals and learning about and from them; I had chosen one for myself. Starbuck, my liver chestnut gelding taught me how to be in the moment and make the most of it. I fell in love with him when I first laid eyes on him. With the most proportional quarters, the white markings on his legs and mane he was just perfect. Always free spirited, filled with energy he moved with attitude. It was because of his rebellious personality I liked him even more and I took training him myself as a challenge. Horses are most definitely one of the most graceful and beautiful animals. They perceive us in a pure way, they are non judgmental, undistracted by words, appearance or our social standing. The beauty of a horse as a mans best friend is that you cant fool them. -Onaiza Usman
A woman needs two animals – the horse of her dreams and a jackass to pay for it. ~Author Unknown
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