Is culture important enough to warrant preservation if it cannot sustain itself?

I saw a black bird today and I didn't know its origin. Maybe that's where the problem was, maybe that's why I looked at it. I've never been curious about a crow, but this black bird intrigued me - where did it come from? What's its identity?

When we address the term 'Bharatah', not in the connotation of nationalism but in terms of what it embodies, it essentially comprises three components - the word 'bha' denotes 'bhaav' or our lifetime sensations; the word 'raa' symbolizes 'raaga' or the already set tune of lifestyle, and ultimately, the word ‘tah' implies 'taala' or the rhythm of life that is ours to set. Our ancestors often asserted the fact that a man's sensation of life turns blissful if he establishes an appropriate rhythm to the tune of life exemplified by his culture, and there can be gazillions of rhythms to match a single raaga. Why we have been doing the things we do for so long is a portion of awareness that all beings must have since we are all but distinct entities epitomizing a solitary composition. Culture is simply an impression - a vague idea, but when a community latches some prestige and identity to it, it burrows deep into the hearts and minds of its people who then safeguard it with their perishing breaths. The numerous architectural intricacies and engineering that our cultural monuments depict would make anybody proud of being a human being, let alone being an Indian. If someone could imagine and manifest such complexities a thousand years back with limited tools available, then anyone's faith in the indomitable human efficacy will certainly intensify in itself.

However, the history we are taught stands confined to the saga of the golden bird being conquered, looted, and assaulted by external powers. Indians are compelled to adopt a scorned identity and why would anyone want to preserve an identity that has no pride in it? Presently, we are like those blackbirds, completely unsure about ourselves. Glimpsing at the chronological fabric that represents our all eternity, it's the subterranean cultural elements that become the vanguard to initiate every massive societal upheaval. If a culture evolves itself with the shifting times, instead of being engineered by commercial forces, only and only then conservancy of renounced practices serves to be vain. Advancement is crucial but so is revivalism of everything our province stood for. If every next best thing ensnares the entire focus of your being, then what will be left for your existence to drive its essence from? Our culture is the rock on which we must build our castle on and if this rock crumbles, then what base do we have? If we give the stature of a mother to our country, then it's our responsibility to bestow it with the pride it so deserves by respecting both its past and future, and hopefully, against all odds, we will fly.