Whose langugage is it anyway?

Word on the streeet in Madras Christian College is that a group of genuine intellectuals have branded another group of genuine intellectuals "fanatics". This is what i've understood after a talk with the "fanatics":

The british had the guts and pride to talk and propagate their culture and literature. We speak profusely of postcolonialism and native wisdom and rights, but cower like thieves in the face of its practice. True, events and people have misused "cultural pride" and "cultural revival", and some it even now. But before classifying them as fanatics, please have the common sense to sit down with them and talk to them about what they really mean to do.

We are cultural orphans. When it comes to practice, we're little more than "what the heck" radicals who complain that the heat is too much for us to bear. What i learn from these "fanatics" is this: MCC is a liquidation camp. A place where cultures are not amalgamated as they are in syncretic theatre or in a true cultural forum. The whole "Melting Pot" philosophy is to not merely westernise us, but de-easternise us. These people are out to propagate-by-action. Their agenda is simple: "We give you our literature, our language, our writers and their ideas as they have been said. That is the one thing we are sure of. Bring your thesis to this forum; your language, your literature, your writers and their ideas. This is a forum, not a mere drum-beating movement".

The goal here is not, i understand, Thamizh. The goal is to create an artistic movement where even English (the half-baked mother tongue lending itself condescendingly from afar) is "just another language". There is no use in clamoring about ideas when one knows nothing about their own traditions. Remember this: we need an amalgamation of cultures, not a liquidation of them. Every tongue must speak its words, and sing its songs. This nation is perhaps the most viable nations to be a polyglot. This nation is the best nation for cultural theses to face each other. What is art? Art speaks the soul. It is the ultimate gift that humanity has. What is art? Art is the simple message of one's soul. What use is art when it speaks and walks in a language we half-understand?

We are truly pathetic creatures. Truly. It has become increasingly difficult for us to see through frauds and to see genuine movements for what they are. This is why genuine thinkers have grown so cold that the fires of the earth barely lick their toes. My conclusion, from the performance today at the day cafe and from what i've heard from both the "fanatics" is this, it is about time the thinkers sit down with the "fanatics" and discuss why the latter give so much importance to their culture. Shibdas Ghosh is known to have asserted that nothing grows without discourse. Every culture must speak. These "fanatics" speak theirs, and are waiting for others to speak.