The Globalisation of English

•August 2, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Imagine that at some point in the near future, say in 2020 to 2030, the country that has the most English speakers is India. And this might be an understatement. Already there is an estimate that one third of India is already speaking English, although it might include speakers in its rudimentary form. Still, with fast communication across the globe, those that could speak professionally are taking an overheated drive.

Just a few centuries ago, English was spoken by just five to seven million people on a few islets off a continent, and the language consisted of dialects spoken by monolinguals. Today there are more non-native English speakers, and the language has become the linguistic key used for penetrating various borders. As a global medium with local identities, English has become an international language, spoken by at least 750 million people. It is more widely spoken and written than any other language, except for, perhaps, Mandarin. But English can indeed be said to be the first truly global language and, unlike Mandarin, English is nowadays the dominant or official language in over 60 countries.

English during colonial times was considered as a “road to the light”, a tool of “civilization”. The British thought that they can bring emancipation to the souls; they considered this as their duty. With missionary zeal, they sincerely thought they would contribute to the well-being of the natives in the colonies, and their language was elevated into being almost divine.

The British from 1600 onwards were given a lot of political stature due to their political and technological power In India, and they were required to adopt a pose that would fit their status. Language became a marker of the white man’s power. A Passage to India said: “India likes gods. And Englishmen like posing as gods”.

The English language became part of the global pose and power. Indians accepted it, too, as English provided a medium for understanding technology and scientific development. Non-western intellectuals admired accomplishments of the west. European literature was made available in colonies. Macaulay shows his ignorance towards the native languages in India by saying:  I have never found one amongst them (the Orientalists) who would deny that a single shelf of a good European library was worth the whole native literature of India and Arabia.

By the 1920s in India, English had become the language of political discourse, intra-national administration, and law, a language associated with progressive thinking. Even after the colonial period ended, English maintained its power over any of the local languages.

Today, conservative estimates of the total number of speakers of English in India vary from around 4 to 10 percent of the population, which given India’s current population of around 1 billion makes it one of the largest English-speaking countries in the world. Consequently, English is an ‘associate official’ language used alongside the national language, Hindi. The usefulness of Hindi as a lingua franca, however, appeared to be regionally based, which is spoken mainly in the north of the country as in other regions few people know it, or they dislike speaking it. In fact Hindi has become a vehicle of obscurantism, communalism, blind nationalism and, to top it all, casteism.

India is a vast nation and in terms of number of English speakers, it ranks third in the world after USA and the UK. An estimated 5 percent of the population use English and even though this may seem like a small number that is about 50 million people. This small segment of the population controls domains that have professional and social prestige. But another great percentage of Indians are speaking English in its rudimentary form.

And as the Internet and cellular phones have revolutionized the way we communicate and at a faster pace, the globalization of English has grown in importance. Now it has impacted the youth as well as in the professional sphere. And since India has a severe shortage of higher education institutions and a booming population with more than 30 per cent of its 1.1 billion people under 14 years old, the explosive use of English is expected. And one estimate predicted that one third of India would soon have English as their lingua franca.

Some Indians complain that English brings in too much Western thought, but English in India also exports a vast amount of Indian culture and thought to the rest of the world. Rather than worrying about whether or not English should be used, Indians had focused on extending their children education which allows them to learn and use an international language for communication as in all practical terms, the English language is the most compatible for communication gadgets, email, chat and SMS.

Under new legislation proposed by the government in India, a report said, the world’s leading universities such as Harvard and Yale could soon be allowed to open colleges there. Just imagine that at some point in the near future, say in 2020 to 2030, universities such as Harvard, Yale and Princeton would be operating side by side with Oxford and Cambridge in India, competing against each other for the best students! Expect the unexpected, but a new educational focus would take place and such a scene could be drastically different from what we have today.

Joel Huan, researcher and author (Over Mount Fuji in Amazon and Barnes&Noble)

•August 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment
Maria's Pekingese

Maria Michalczyk's Pekingese

The Pekingese

•August 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I’m collecting Pekingese stories, and this is another one. The reason is because I have a petite XiaoLun (little dragon) in my novel. Although my Pekingese plays a small part, he has a significant role in the issue in my novel. So I’m uploading the following story for others to enjoy.

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Though the Pekingese was developed as a companion dog, it was originally bred in China specifically as an ornamental accessory for the Emperors and courtiers in the Forbidden City as well as a personal guard dog. The smaller ones, that is, the smallest ferocious ones, called “Sleeves,” were carried in the large sleeves of garments and served as the ancient Chinese version of mace to defend and scare off anyone threatening the courtiers.

The ancient Chinese standard refers to Pekingese having specific colours to match certain wardrobes.  This suggests that Pekingese were literally an extravagant fashion accessory in a society and culture known for exotic excesses and lavishness.

The Pekingese remains excessively exotic and lavish today. But historical records showed that the Pekingese was an undisputed favourite of the Dowager Empress Tzu Hsi, right, who died in 1911.   The final version of the ancient Chinese standard for the Pekingese is attributed to her. It is from this document that the English, American, Canadian and FCI breed standards evolved:

Let the Lion Dog be small; let it wear the swelling cape of dignity around its neck; let it display the billowing standard of pomp above its back.

Let its face be black; let its fore-front be shaggy; let its forehead be straight and low, like the brow of an Imperial righteous harmony boxer.

Let its eyes be large and luminous; let its ears be set like the sails of a war-junk; let its nose be like the monkey god of the Hindus.

Let its forelegs be bent, so that it shall not desire to wander far, or leave the Imperial precincts. Let its body be shaped like that of a hunting lion spying for its prey.

Let its feet be tufted with plentiful hair that its footfall may be soundless; and for its standard of pomp let it rival the whisk of the Tibetan’s yak, which flourished to protect the Imperial litter from the attacks of flying insects.

Let it be lively that it may afford entertainment by its gambols; let it be timid that it may not involve itself in danger; let it be domestic in its habits that it may live in amity with other beasts, fishes or birds that find protection in the Imperial Palace.

Let it venerate its ancestors and deposit offerings in the Canine Cemetery of The Forbidden City on each new moon. And for its colour – let it be that of a lion, a golden sable, to be carried in the sleeve of a yellow robe – or the colour of a red bear, or a black and white bear – or stripped like a dragon – so that there may be dogs appropriate to every costume in the Imperial wardrobe.

Let it comport itself with dignity; let it learn to bite the foreign devils instantly.

Let it be dainty with its food that it shall be known for an Imperial dog by its fastidiousness.

Shark fins and curlews’ liver and the breasts of quail – on these it may be fed; and for drink, give it the tea that is brewed from the spring buds of the shrub that grows in the province of the Habkow — or the milk of antelopes that pasture in the Imperial parks.

Thus it shall preserve its integrity and self-respect; and for the day of sickness, let it be anointed with the clarified fat of the leg of the sacred leopard – and give it to drink a throttle’s eggshell full of the juice of the custard apple in which there has been dissolved three pinches of shredded rhinoceros horn … and apply to it piebald leeches.  So shall it remain.  But if it dies, remember you too are mortal.

•July 27, 2009 • Leave a Comment
Geisha in Kyoto

Geisha in Kyoto

The Epitomes of Different Cultures

•July 19, 2009 • 5 Comments

In life performances, movies and novels, why does the West often have their epitome on the hero who saves the world?

In life performances, movies and novels, why do the Chinese often have their epitome of endless sorrows?

In life performances, movies and novels, why do the Japanese often have their epitome on suicide?

Even years of research, I’m still struggling for a clear and cohesive explanation to the above questions. My inquiring mind keeps lingering since I wrote my novel but I have never been satisfied with any of my own observations. So I would appreciate if readers could kindly drop in their views.

::A Tale of a Chinese Dragon::

•July 16, 2009 • 4 Comments

This is certainly a make-up story, a fiction, and I have a pekinese in my novel, another work of fiction, but fiction times fiction sometimes make sense lol. Here, I’d like to share with you a bedtime story that you might had heard when your mum were trying to put you to sleep when you were tiny, but it is a funny story about how the pekinese originated or how they were transformed as they are today, so I’m posting it here.  Do enjoy a hilarious reflection at the end lol

::A Tale of a Chinese Dragon::

In ancient times, there were many dragons on earth——strange, fierce creatures with lashing tails. and scaled bodies. These dangerous animals took great pride in their ability to breathe out fire, which no other animal has ever been able to do. Brave men became heros by hunting and slaying these alarming creatures, and armies were sent at times to destroy them. Eventually, few of them were left on earth. They remained in China, for although they were feared and hunted there, they were also much admired for their exotic beauty. But even in this vast land, after years of hunting, there remained only one old she-dragon and her three babies, hiding in a cave, in a wild, dense forest near the east coast of China. This rather nice old lady-dragon was greatly concerned for about the future of her children. So she decided to consult the wise magic man of the white mountains for his advice on how to save her babies.

After much thought, the great man suggested that the only hope for their survival was to change their form to one so different that men could love and cherish them rather than fear and kill them. Just as any mother would not take kindly to the ideas of having her beautiful babies changed, mother dragon did not like this idea very much, but it was either this or her constant fear of their being killed, so she accepted his suggestion.

“But I should like to know what kind of creature you are going to turn them into,” she said. “They are such lovely babies, it would break my heart if they were changed into ugly, unattractive things.”

The wise man assured her that he would do his best and ask her for her suggestions as to how she would like them to appear.

“I should like them to be fairly small,” said the mother dragon, “so that men can make pets of them, and it would be so lovely to think that my darling babies would never grow really big. But I don’t want them to be poor-spirited, feeble, little creatures. I should like them brave and bold like lions. Indeed, I should very much like them to have something of a lion’s look as regards to the shape of them, for the lion is the king of beasts, and dragons have always been of royal blood. At the same time, I should like them to have soft, dark eyes, like the eyes of a deer, together with the deer’s slender, pointed muzzle—for deer are the great beauties of the world of animals, and dragons too, have always been beautiful. Lastly, I should like them to have silky, tawny orange fur, soft and smooth like the spaniel’s coat, for dragons have always been rather exceptional in this matter of coat, and I do not wish my children to grow up regretting the loss of their scales.”

After reminding her that she was asking a great deal, the wise man agreed to make the changes she suggested. He reminded her that her children would no longer be dragons and he warned her that she must not teach them to breathe out fire. This greatly grieved the dragon mother, as dragons had always been most proud of this ability and the secret of fire breathing had been handed down from parent to child for thousands of year. Still, the wise man was most emphatic on this point, so she promised not to teach her children to do this, if only they could be changed and safe from harm.

So the wise man stood them in a row and worked his powerful spell while their mother stood anxiously watching. To her delight, they were transformed before her very eyes into completely new creatures. They had lovely, silken coats of bright tawny orange, soft dark eyes, and delicately pointed muzzles. Their feathery tails were elegant and graceful, and though they were so small, they had a proud way about them that made them indeed seem like miniature lions.

Their mother thanked the wise man and said, “They will be the admiration of all the world, princes of the animal kingdom, and loved by man, who will make pets of them and their children ever after.”

Unfortunately, her joy did not last long, as she kept feeling what a pity it was that they could not breathe fire as their ancestors had done. this crowning accomplishment of her kind should not be doomed to disappear from earth with her death she brooded.

“After all,” she thought, “it will do no harm just to teach them how to do it. They need never make any use of it. I am sure the wise man will understand when I explain this to him after they learn.”

So she began the long and difficult task of teaching her children the art of breathing flames. Every evening before bedtime, she would sit them down quietly, while she explained how this feat was done, patiently encouraging them to try to copy her own spectacular performance.

At last came the day when the mother’s patience was rewarded and all three children learned at the same moment how to breathe fire. But alas! Mother had not realized that her darlings were no longer really dragons at all, and they were not built to be fire-breathers. As the flames began to come from their mouths, their dear little noses all caught fire. Their dark eyes became huge and bulged with fright as their poor mother raced from one to the other in a terrible state of alarm and distress.

Meanwhile, the wise man, who had known all along what the mother dragon had been doing, was standing by outside the cave. He rushed in and put out the fire instantly, but the wise man admonished the mother for breaking her promise. She begged him to forgive her and restore the babies’ noses, promising never to be foolish again. But the wise man could not give them back their noses, and they grew with flat faces, all blackened from the smoke, and huge, round eyes made prominent from the dreadful fright they had. Still, they were the dearest of creatures, with their own kind of beauty, and they won the hearts of men and the princes of men— as have their descendents to this very day.

The Chinese Diaspora

•July 16, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Some readers on this blog are Chinese and so am I, so let me have my views on the Chinese in diaspora (sorry for others which isn’t cover in this post). The continuation of the current debate about the usage of English for maths and science in Malaysia prompted me to write this article.

China in Mandarin is the Middle Kingdom. The middle part of a body of nations is neither the head nor the tail. In general, China is right in the middle of economic wellbeing, political wellbeing, and social wellbeing. The Anglo-Saxon and other western European are taking the lead, although drinking too much at times. Armed with their military and intellectual might hey had been shaping the world for the last five hundred years or so. And you know where the tail is, normally countries that poverty and disease abound and never seem to get their political or economic system up and running.

In English term, China is porcelain, which also carries an extra meaning. Porcelain is easily fragmented; witness the fragmentations of China’s 5000 years history, continuous broken dynasties and civil wars. When the British Lion arrived, into looking for trade, China was knocked over, the dragon narcotized.

The Sovereign in Heaven had found the emperor on earth wanting. Dethroned and invaded, the emperor’s pretension as the Son of Heaven was unmasked, its national capital Beijing rampaged, the Porcelain shuttered on the floor, creating the Diaspora. One piece was thrown into the ocean and hadn’t recovered up till now (Taiwan). Another piece was thrown further south, its southern inhabitations fled for a better lifestyle. Not life style really, sorry, those days it was just sheer economic survival. Singapore. Malaysia. Some looked at those places as permanent homes, others as transit points and fled further south to Australia and New Zealand lol.

Taylors College was originally established by George Taylor in Melbourne to cater for non-English international students way back in 1920; then a branch (Taylor’s College) was established in Bangsar, KL, in 1969, sitting next to a slum. Since then the college had exploded into different branches and offering degree programmes.

But the original Taylors College had also exploded. From Melbourne it branched into Sydney, Perth and Auckland. Today heaps of students from China dominate these campuses and competing with all the best for the finest course in the most sought after universities in Australia.

In fact this phenomenon has been in operation for the last few decades. Some from China would find ways to settle here, other returned home to become the top brass of society from where they came from. Millionaires. Billionaires. Just one case that you should aware of. From a remote village in China came an unknown Shi Zhengrong to study in Sydney. He took odd jobs making burgers to help finance his study.

Struggling with English, he studied under one of Australia’s leading solar energy researchers, Martin Green from the University of New South Wales, and finishing a Ph.D. in electrical engineering in 1992. Within ten years Suntech Power Ltd in solar technology was founded. Exporting its solar products to all around the world, today Suntech is a global phenomenon. CNN called Shi the sunshine boy; ABC the sun king.

English in China is in great demand in any city there despite having a prominent language in Mandarin. English may not be the international language for culture, but English is a global language for commerce and definitely the international language for advance maths and science. Through Taylors College, special TV channels such as CCTV9m, and other language programmes in China, the nucleus for English speaking had been established.

Although the Chinese in Malaysia were given a head start, they’re now stuck in the mud with an aboriginal language. The Chinese in the mainland had started late, but they had started; they are jogging, they are coming. You can hear their hookbeats, beating louder each day. They are jogging closer, coming. They are jogging, they are definitely coming.

Joel Huan, researcher and author (Over Mount Fuji in Amazon and Barnes&Noble)