Â Since returning from Bangl*desh I've found it hard to settle back into my blog. Wellington seems like a shiny-bright Toytown by comparison -- without any wind-up toys. I love New Zealand and so I'll get over it.
Bangla is a beautiful-looking language. I'm told it was one of the first languages to use cursive writing (whatÂ kids call joined-up writing), and that every character represents a sound. With a lovely logic, characters are interlocked in different ways to create syllables or a smaller group of sounds -- thus making reading easier.
Would you die for the right to speak your own language?Â The country's bloody struggle for independence was triggered by public demand for Bangla to be the official national language -- spoken by 98 per cent of its people.
International Mother Language Day is celebrated on 21 February.
Meanwhile, can anyone tell me the meaning of the sign I photographed? It's outside the superb General Assembly building in Dhaka and I suspect it says "No photographs". Ssh!