Human beings feel secure following a routine. At least, I do.After 6 weeks of sabbatical spent in India, I am back home. It feels good to get up in the morning, go to work, gym , cook dinner and sleep. Yeah, a typical routine followed in every household.
Kids born to Indian parents in the USA are called ABCDs, American Born Confused Desis. Apparently, they get confused because of the Indian culture being forced on them.They are not sure if they should be American, Indian American or Indian. I agree, it does get confusing when every Indian kid is forced to become a musician or a dancer from an young age.Who cares if they are interested or not? Poor things, I have seen quite a few of them singing with a frown in my Music class. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about the kids now. That’s reserved for a separate blog.
I am a resident of USA and consider CAL as my home. I was very happy when my plane landed and was jumping with joy , just to enter my house, my kitchen and my bedroom. But, when I talk to my colleagues about India, my sentences always start with…
“Back Home, we……..”
“Back Home, we get really juicy mangoes.”
“Back Home, these issues would have been frowned upon.”
You get the gist…
Aren’t we confused either? Why blame th e kids alone?Having spent the first 24 years of my life in India, it is definitely still home. But, the nuclear life that is formed in the US makes me feel more secure. I get homesick after a couple of years. When I visit India, I get homesick after a couple of weeks. Confused ?? I would think so….
All said and done, a wonderful relaxing trip, a well deserved break and now to the grinding routine. Hmmmm… It does feel good to be back home from “Back Home”.