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And Hearth and Home shall meet

Star of Mysore, Feature Article. 06 May 2013.
 
It takes little to spark an inferno when it comes to community, beliefs and opinions. And such discussions become very important when foreign circumstances come into play.
 
Allow me to explain. From a particularly sensitive quarter, came a seemingly innocent query into the relevance of old culture in our fast evolving modern day. As expected, it instantly turned foul when the enquirer stated his own sentiment. 
 
The reason for it to take such an immediate wrong turn was that, while he was happy to be associated with the community on its dedicated social networking forum, his views strongly suggested abandoning all traditional customs. Naturally, all hell broke loose and while the moderates tempered the situation, a question loomed: “Who are we, without our traditions?” 
 
Those close to home, clearly, don't see these contemplations as life-changing. But for those who are far from our land of origin, far from the security of the familiar and most things we can call our own, this question becomes paramount to our sense of identity. 
 
At work, on campus and in cosmopolitan company, we don the culture of our residence to the best of our ability.  But behind our private doors, we center on preserving that identity − that single thing which is us, that which is unchallenged and that which no document can list otherwise. For some, it is effortless. Others must adapt for the sake of survival. 
 
While it comes with its bonafide pitfalls, it is this very duality that makes us versatile. And it is in a foreign land that the sweet smell of boiling rice becomes sweeter and that piece of ancestry, locked away unseen for years, becomes the most prized possession. 
 
And while our cousins back home cannot, for the life of them, fathom what the fuss is all about, it is when we are away that we realise just how close we are to our roots. How much they make us who we are. And how much we really love where we come from.
 
It's something I understood only when I relocated to London. Before that,  I was young and brought up to be a well-rounded Indian. We celebrated all festivals and ate anything. Revelries were taken for granted. Time was an entity to be acutely aware of, not counted. 
 
Very quickly, the clinical regimentation of western routine made every little breath, matter. Birthday celebrations were postponed to the next official holiday. Festivals became organised events to be collectively enjoyed. Traditional practices had to be consciously performed, lest they be forgotten, in the rush to beat time.
 
I appreciated, more and more, all the things that I had taken for granted, all my life. I was very happy. But something else mattered more. 
 
In a multinational gathering, being Indian, was great. But in the midst of other Indians, I needed my own, even more distinct identity. While calling everyone bhaiya-bhaabhi felt very close, the anna-akkas who came visiting from home, somehow, fit pride of place, better.
 
Funny thing is, I always had this identity. And proud as I was of it, I, now, felt the warmth of it even more. I needed to urgently learn the threads of preserving the heritage that came with it. 
 
So, I observed all the rituals that I, until then, had only merrily enjoyed. I started speaking more in our language so that my child would gain fair exposure to it. I cooked traditional food in the house, often. We attended every community get-together. I made sure that I made the community ‘familiar’ to my child, to ensure that he was as natural in being who he was, as his roots were natural to his being. 
 
Traditions define us. Customs identify us. Beliefs set us apart. But in a foreign land, these very things bring us together and keep us so. That’s why, consciously or sub-consciously, we find every means to protect them. To make the future so secure, that no generation yet to come, will ever lose its way in the tangle of cross cultural globalisation.
 
And so, we survive. Microcosmically. Wholesomely. Fruitfully.

Comments

Sunny :-) said…
A truly thoughtful and thought-provoking take on our slowly dying value systems - traditions and beliefs. Your experiences both here in India and England have really helped you gauge the emotions and feelings associated with these things in the true sense.

This line, for me personally speaking, - "Traditions define us. Customs identify us. Beliefs set us apart." - epitomizes the whole thing in a nutshell. The earlier we get enlightened about this 'fact' about ourselves, the better for us as Indians and for everyone around us in the global context.

As a read, it is thoroughly interesting and compelling as usual in your own inimitable true style.
Tejuthy said…
@ Sunny :)
I am glad it struck a chord with you, anna.
Thankyou for your most kind words
:)
Anonymous said…
Enjoyed reading your blog :-)!!!

You have elucidated the facts aptly! Have so much in common to every sentence you have stated, though I am not an NRI :-)...shall post my thoughts and experience sometime later :-)!
Tejuthy said…
@ Anon:
I look forward to your thoughts... please do leave them. Thankyou for stopping by :)
Usha Medappa said…
hi ,let me introduce myself-iam usha medappa (kodavathi)staying in bangalore.your post has the typical feeling of loss what every NRI goes through.like you say it takes us soo far, to understand its values.but i know for sure that time will erase the tradition away, with each generation, and only good values a person imbibes in his life and passes on to his/her children will remain.Maybe it will be a bonding of a NEW WORLD ORDER!!And this is only my opinion.
Tejuthy said…
Hello Usha Medappa,
Firstly, welcome here, fellow Kodavathi :)

I agree when you speak of good values lasting through time, but will that really come at the cost of easing tradition away? Maybe, maybe not... But bonding towards a new and cohesive world order is as romantic a noton as it is essential.
In keeping with who we are and not losing out on our individuality, let us all pray for that common goal :)
Rnet said…
It is human nature to form groups; throughout the world and throughout human history people have always congregated to form communities, societies and the various idiosyncrasies of their way of living day to day life over generations has giving rise to collective terms like culture, traditions, customs. Such ideas and behaviors form the glue which holds together the invisible framework of a community. This subject has been explored in great detail in psychology, especially the subject of “Group psychology”, which I would like to suggest you to look into for an intellectually refreshing experience. The ideas of culture and tradition are essentially are artifacts of the human cognitive process, I don’t mean this diminutively; they play a major role in forming our identity.
It would be very foolish and ignorant to look at this very complex cognitive process from a utilitarian perspective and undermine its role and call it as unnecessary and superfluous fluff, like the person you mentioned in the post, people developing strong opinions based on simplistic reasoning is never good, but sadly you can see them everywhere, which reminds me Psychology of reasoning http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychology_of_reasoning :)
Tejuthy said…
RNet,
Thankyou for that very insightful comment. And your links are quite worth the surf. Simplifying the role of human grouping and deeming its manifestations as unnecessary, is indeed ignorant.

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