We Gave Up indigenous and Adopted Foreign

October 11, 2022, ||

Hi! Howdy? Hope everything is going well with you today. We are aware of the feelings that we love our native things. We love everything we are having around us. In the place we are living in, we love to smell the fragrance of the soil of our land. (If I say about myself, we are living in this place for more than 180 years. And never left this place, never migrated to any other place no matter what are the needs and what are the flaws of transferring to another place, the only reason is we love our place, the place our grandparents lived in, the place where our grand Great parents lived).

The topic today I am going to discuss is about our antique cultural things compared to today's things. We left our old cultural things and adopted new things that are not even suitable for our health and mind and culture. I will discuss all these things one by one.

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We have gone astray a lot of appreciated and important things in the cycle of being called up-to-date. We originate amenities and created difficulties for ourselves.

Today we can't go out wearing the dhoti

Today we can't go out wearing the dhoti (a local style of dressing) but after centuries of the test, it was the only dress of our period. We made jeans obligatory on ourselves and mounted air conditioners in the rooms to wear them. The scarfs or Shawls we put on as a fancy clothing show and the shoulder-length coat jacket. We got enablement in receipt of a beard, mustache, and long haircut and were vested even if we kept it all when the fashion alter.

We left Huqqa

Is anyone as lucky as us? We left Huqqa (the smoking pipe that uses water to filter smoke) and picked up a cigarette and when the same thing came from Wilayat (foreign) in the form of shisha (a modern huqqa), we started using it by paying a thousand rupees per pipe.

We dropped the lassi

We dropped the lassi (a liquid made up of yogurt and water) from the list of drinkable sherbets, added up the cola bottles to drink instead of the sutu (a drinking liquid made up of burned grains of wheat and water), and dispensed the slash jam. The carton that can't be gotten across is made of insubstantial. We understood this sightlessness and made sight unwholesome.

We dropped Desi ghee

We dropped Desi ghee made up of milk and drank the oil from the seeds as good luck would have it. We dropped the white butter and started licking the yellow mummy daddy butter. We can't stand beside a cow, but we make milk made from urea, praise be to Allah!

Real milk feels us smell like tea

Real milk feels us smell like tea and we know, Tea Wagner that it is not from milk. We knotted the buffalo under the house and made a deal to buy dry milk from outside the country and what a good thing!

We are the ones who drink mango juice in glass bottles

We are the ones who drink mango juice in glass bottles even in mango season, the bottles that sometimes have moving germs in them that could be seen with the naked eye.

Brown Sugar came back to the hotels and slapped us.

We used to call Gurr (jaggery) a type of brown sugar, we adored white sugar, and Brown Sugar came back to the hotels and slapped us. Now we glance through and caress our cheeks, but we also eat Gurr (Jaggery).

purchase water by paying money to the bucolic corporations.

Come on, encounter us, we die of thirstiness in a crisis, we can't drink null water from our homes, neither by boiling nor by washing, we also purchase and beverage water. We, the sons of rivers like (Sutlej, Ravi, Chenab, and Indus), purchase water by paying money to the bucolic corporations.

We even purchase preserved mint sauce in cans.

We even purchase preserved mint sauce in cans. We pay Pakistani rupees 150 for yogurt and priceless mint sauce and eat it with the taste that our grandfathers used to get. They had to get up from the table.

Sohanjana (Moringa) looked unpleasant to us.

Sohanjana (Moringa) looked unpleasant to us. Ever since he came in pills as Moringa, we have been purchasing nutriment for fifteen days in two thousand. We couldn't trust it when Hakim used to give the same dried crushed leaves for fifty rupees.

We will purchase a syrup of five hundred rupees for cough

We will purchase a syrup of five hundred rupees for cough, but I will not press a piece of flour of five rupees in my teeth, "a strange test comes."

We take a nap on polyester pillows

We take a nap on polyester pillows, we wear nylon coats, we wear icy and warm bolted shoes, we attire some more clothes under our clothes and we run on the road of life when it is the night we have to eat anti-allergy nevertheless.

We cannot communicate well in our mother tongue

We cannot communicate well in our mother tongue in the vernacular of our parents. We hymn mottos for the language but state Urdu to the kids at home. We censored our specific roots in the fear of Urdu or English and later find the reason why we are 'Miss Fit'.

We called Arabic Persian the dialectal of the madrassas

We called Arabic Persian the dialectal of the madrassas and be seated silently. When the Forty Rules of Love came in English, kisses don't get tired. Alif Lail, a Kalila, and Damma, and we jerked off our native stories. When we came to Gore from Germany, we recalled that Ustad Mal was our personal.

If we go and see, whether Arabic or Persian is ancient or fresh, only those books that are left-handed are comprised in the syllabus of madrassas. The rest is a gem we have removed. Paolo Kohlu will make a solution to it, then we will make a big smash and smear it on the eyes. Who was the storyteller, what did Amli do, what does the Diwan of Shams Tabriz say, what are the stories in the song, call us to go!

we have no difference between neem and lilac

We no longer have bed weavers on our roads, we have no difference between neem and lilac. Our sun has toughened and our shadows have escaped from us, our moonlight has absorbed us and we have swallowed the scent of dust in the form of perfume. Like it.

The Baba (A grand person) who is sleeping under the shade of the neem tree (a very blonde tree) with the tube well lying on the bed, showers his face, looks at us, and closes the eyes of the goose. We don't know when it is understood.

Summary:

I accept we should not behave in a manner that we are left behind the society. But at the same time, we should take care of our Indigenous things. We shouldn't forget our Cultural values. We should learn different modern languages that are necessary for society but should also give importance to our native mother tongue.

Writer’s message:

The topic was very serious it took me 3 hours to write it but I'm collecting ideas since yesterday to write on the difference between indigenous vs foreign and new things. I was feeling so many emotions while writing this topic.

Every single word used in this article is my own. All rights reserved, plagiarism-free, copyright-protected original content by me, I spent a great effort on writing thus, hope you will love it. And will apply the instructions you have learned from this, you will apply this to yourself.

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