just because someone can’t roll their r’s or spell “entrepreneur” without spellcheck doesn’t mean their brain’s a flat tire on the freeway of intelligence. language is just a tool—not the toolbox, and definitely not the architect. knowing a language is like knowing a dance. sure, it’s pretty, rhythmic, impressive. but not knowing the tango doesn’t mean you can’t build a rocket or solve a heartbreak.

we’ve all met that one person who speaks five languages but can’t read a room. and then there’s the quiet one, who says little, but when they do—oof, it’s wisdom wrapped in poetry, dipped in silence.

intelligence is curiosity, creativity, the courage to say “i don’t know… yet.” not knowing isn’t a dead-end. it’s just a scenic detour. so next time someone mocks your accent, grammar, or vocabulary, remind them: even parrots speak fluently, but they don’t know why the cage door’s open.

being “tongue-tied” doesn’t mean you’re “thought-dry.” and if someone’s measuring your worth by your words alone, maybe they’re fluent in arrogance.

so speak your messy, beautiful, flawed truths—in any tongue you like. intelligence isn’t just in how we speak. it’s in how we listen, learn, and live.

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 (the guy behind the mic, aur tumhare dil ke kareeb-ish)