We may not have had the good fortune of meeting with the martyrs of the Language Movement of 1952, yet their patriotic spirit remains alive, through those who live today, and I hope it will remain so until the end of time. Growing up in a foreign land, I often tried to fathom the richness of the Bangla language. As an adult now, I feel that our language has always had the essence to enthrall. With such a rich heritage and literature, why wouldn't it?
I try to nurture it as well as I can. However, it seems to me that a segment of the younger generation today—especially those living outside Bangladesh and sadly even some living within—is compromising the authenticity of Bangla for their convenience. To me, their dissonant amalgamation of Bangla with a western accent is nothing short of shameful and demands to be rectified urgently. I earnestly hope that the this situation will change and people will be able to give their language the respect it deserves.