As a result of globalization, our culture and the growth of our language is likely to face setbacks.What crap! It's not globalization which creates setbacks for the Kannada language or Kannadiga culture. What does is impotency. What does is not having the courage, never-say-die attitude and the killer-instinct required to rise and shine in a competitive environment.
The great kings of the Vijayanagara Empire - under whom Kannada and Kannada culture shone brighter than ever before or after - never complained like this, did they? They even went to the extent of exchanging travelers, craftsmen and businessmen between Hampi and Lisbon (for e.g.) so that they could make the most of what's already known in the wide, wide world. Why didn't they complain like some do now of globalization? Simple: because they had the courage, never-say-die attitude and the killer-instinct required to rise and shine in a competitive world, and at the same time the required patriotism and scientific outlook towards Kannada language and culture.
Even now, we Kannadigas have two and only two choices: either acquire what it takes to rise and shine in a globalized world, or just enter our graves with bowed heads. The option of justifying impotency just doesn't exist.
And yes, acquiring what it takes to rise and shine in a globalized world is something Kannadigas as a People can achieve only with Kannada. To merely "manage to get up" and "exist", English will suffice until American universities invent accurate text-to-speech (TTS), speech-to-text (STT) and improve the quality of artificial intelligence (AI) systems. That's just round the corner, and when that happens, we'll have to just drop the telephone receivers, return home and go back to sleep forever. Unless Kannadigas make those inventions - we mean those little Kannadiga children with innocent smiles scattered all over Karnataka, with running noses, wearing torn knickers or skirts, with legs colored with the soil of this land, and speaking that ancient tongue called Kannada - there's no hope of survival.
And yes, they can't make those inventions if you cut their mother-tongue and try to attach a different one. Children with a cut mother-tongue bleed silently, helplessly, profusely. They bleed pure Kannadiga blood, blood that has the strength to conquer the whole globalized world. Let's not waste that blood. Let's not tell our children the lie that their blood is weak, so weak that one tiny world can give it "setbacks". Let's not cut away their mother-tongue. Let's not tell our children the lie that their mother-tongue is weak and needs a transplant, so weak that one tiny world can give it "setbacks".