Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Goodbye D.C., hello Hyderabad!

{me and my mom in Bombay circa 1999}
It's officialI'M GOING TO INDIA!!!! This spring semester, you can plan on visiting me, my falooda, and my improved Hindi at the University of Hyderabad. I am so excited for this journey and all it means to me and can't wait to blog about it the whole way through.


As some of you may know, I was born in Bombay and moved to Lagos, Nigeria and Houston, Texas before growing up in my small town in New Jersey. And even though I used to visit India every other summer, it has now been six and a half years since my last trip to my other home. Even still, I can vividly remember how each trip changed me, made me rethink views I had, made me compare the two sides of my identity and grow beyond being simply Indian or American. 

India always makes me think, grow, and feel in ways I have forgotten, and sometimes even in ways I never imagined I could be. It might be in part that I had changed so much in between trips that going to India served as a marker, a reminder of who I was. I got to see my growth and change through the eyes of family that only saw me every two years. But I think visits to India went even beyond that. 

When you're an Indian-American kid, you're always working on a balancing act, and when you're younger, you let Western culture dictate a lot of your feelings about yourself, your relationship with your racial identity and culture, the decisions you make, the borders you draw between the two parts of yourself. But coming to GW has changed a lot of that for me. Partly because I got out of my small, nearly homogenous town (which I still love), but also because I made friends who were figuring things out for themselves, too.


Going to India as a kid forces you to acknowledge that, though. You're forced to look at the decisions you've made to be this much Indian or this much American. I'm always teased by family in India about how "American" I am, or how much of my "culture" I've lost or retained. But at the same time, here, today, in America, a similar thing happens. My friends and I joke around with each other all the time about how "Indian" we are for loving Bollywood or certain foods or whatever. The term "fob," for those who don't know it stands for Fresh Off the Boat, and it becomes a sort of way to police immigrants and second-generation kids about how they've defined their culture, what parts they've chosen to keep or let go off or whatever. So either way, you're policed—whether it be by yourself or by others—about the decisions you've made.


For me, I've come to value the parts that make me who I am more than I'm capable of describing. I love that I know four languages, that I have multiple cultural and linguistic lenses through which I can look at things and make sense of the world around me. Take something as trivial as skin color for example. Traditional Indian culture favors fairer skin, while here in America it's not uncommon for people to hop into tanning beds or lay out on the beach for hours. I'm not trying to say that one is right while another is wrong; I don't know that a right and wrong necessarily exist. It's just that understanding both sides has allowed me to love the skin I'm in, quite literally. I don't mind that I turn "pale" in the winter or that I tan ridiculously quickly in the summer. Having the two lenses enables me to decide for myself who I am, what I want.


But cultural duality goes beyond that in a way that I'm still learning about and still trying to understand. In that sense, I look forward to letting Hyderabad push me; I welcome the moments that will teach me through tough love as much as I await those that will remind me what raw, unforced, unadulterated happiness feels like. And lucky for me, the University of Hyderabad offers courses in my fields—English, Creative Writing, and Film—but I know that the majority of the learning I'm going to be doing will be outside the formal academic environment. 

I've been planning my study abroad experience for months, but every time someone asks where I am going, I am almost reluctant or embarrassed to answer. A professor asked me the same question this week and I froze before answering quietly, trying to stop myself from offering some sort of bullshit explanation or justification as if it's at all necessary. But I can't ignore the fact that I feel like people look at me and assume that I chose India because I am Indian. Needless to say, being Indian-American certainly has to do with my love for and connection with India. I can't say what my relationship with India would've been if I wasn't Indian; I don't know who I would be if I wasn't Indian. But regardless of that fact, the assumption that I chose India is diluting and reductive, making my decision to be there less than what it is. Even my Indian-American friends are sometimes confused, asking why I would go to India when there are so many other places to choose from. And the thing is, I can't blame them. Because for the longest time, that was me. I was uncomfortable with parts of my identity, back before my culture became "cool" and bindis were an in thing to sport at music festivals, rather than another reminder of me being Other, another way for people to awkwardly ask me about who I was and what I was. I used to feel weird for being Indian, and sometimes I definitely still do feel like that weird little Indian girl sitting in class. But luckily, I've come quite far since that. Luckily, that's changed a lot.

And the thing is, with my relationship with India being what it is right now, I've really wanted to go back and live in India for an extended period of time, to let it shape and form and mold and change me beyond what six weeks of living in my grandparents’ flat in Bombay can do. I want to live and learn about the life I could have led and almost did lead, but even beyond that, I simply miss India, miss it with every fiber of my being to the point that it hurts and I fear being unable to recognize the country, the world, I consider my own and consider my home. I worry that it has changed too much in one direction and I too much in the other and that when we meet the connection we had will be lost, that it will no longer be mine, that I will not belong, that I will belong even less than I already did.

I feel as though I've lost a big part of me and sometimes I'm even afraid that it's too late to get it back. But you know what? I’ll be damned if I don’t try.


~ V

13 comments:

  1. A great post. I cannot imagine how it must be to be in 2 cultures. It would be interesting to know and explore on such thoughts. I think, a lot of India also lives in fantasy of outside world. It would be an interesting and thought provoking blend. Good luck

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    1. Thanks so much for reading and commenting. :) I definitely agree with you in that a lot of India holds a fantasy of the outside world, particularly of America. Would love to talk to you more about it, hopefully soon!

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  2. Attagirl!!! I can only think of superlative of you..for being you..for being what're you made of...its always a challenge to grow in a distinctly different culture than you belong..adding worse to that, living two cultures at the same time...people alwaya try to make sense out of your judgements..they would choose to relate your every decision to your background..and it is,literally, a hardships one has to undergo to define one's identity..to prove every time you are not indian or you are not American..glad to read out your thoughts and it has made me happy to see someone's heart out..i wish you good luck home and do well..you are rock solid..dont worry what may come to your way..keep walking..keep smiling..."cometh the hour, cometh the woman"..

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    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! Being a part of two cultures may be difficult at times, but I'm forever grateful for what it's taught me. Thanks so much for your kind words. I'm glad to know that someone can relate. I'd love to hear more thoughts. Feel free to like our page on Facebook!

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    1. Thank you so much for reading and for your kind words!

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  4. Super piece of work, Virali.. Glad to know next gen Indians feel strongly about their Indian roots. Hope you have a fab time in Hyderabad

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  5. Super piece of work, Virali.. Glad to know next gen Indians feel strongly about their Indian roots. Hope you have a fab time in Hyderabad

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  6. This one is lovely too Virali and I am proud of you that you still have strong roots and feelings for India and also you are grateful to america for what you are today. I can see a great human who will serve both the nations as much as possible. Enjoy your stay and keep writing ! I will encourage you to contact English Newspaper in Hyderabad and ask for a column to share your views and thoughts as part of cross cultural experience.

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    1. Thank you so much Madhuri! That's an amazing idea and I'm so flattered that you think I'm good enough to consider the position! Thank you for your kind words and willingness to help, as always. <3

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    1. Thank you so much Sushma Aunty! I really appreciate your kind words. :)

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