Finals are over. Two projects still due, but Exams are over!!
Whenever I go to India, I have a few strange feelings about it. I love being there, learning about my culture and heritage, and of course eating the world’s best cuisine. However, Indians decidedly make us feel like we don’t belong. Everyone we encounter, from the people in the hotels and on the street to my relatives and cousins, make a point of treating me like an outsider. And by outsiders I mean stupid Americans. Every conversation is forced to English and my Bengali is greeted with “VHATT?” and “KEE BOLTHAE CHOOUW?”. Lord know we’re hopelessly overcharged for everything we want to buy. Taxis take circuitous routes, and you’re always handed the most expensive items in every store.
The only one that really bothers me is being treated as someone with only a passing interest in India. I feel badly about it maybe because it is true. As much as I’m interested in India, the economy, relations with the Pakis, the high tech sector, my interest has never evolved further. I have always wanted it to, but to develop a stronger interest, I need to spend more time there. And in order to spend more time there, I must be away from the US for longer periods. That hasn’t been possible until this year.
On this trip, I am planning to immerse myself completely in India; all of our lively culture and the energy of the place. This “Indian-American” stuff isn’t a strong identity. I want to get my culture from the source.