My parents always encouraged me to make my own choices in life. I was encouraged to use my freedom responsibly from a very early age. As I began to question things around me and make my own sense of things, I realized that somehow I never went in the direction of following the 'perceived' norms. Not because I was a rebel without a cause, but it just so happened that MOST often, norms were not convincining enough for me to follow them.
- Norm = focus on academics and getting high marks
My path = mix academics (do reasonably well) with extra curriculars - Norm = serious sports is not a place for girls
My path = I was in every sports team in my school. I went through a Sports Authority of India cricket camp where I got trained by members of the Indian Cricket team. I played badminton every night with a bunch of men in our apartments in Delhi. (was obviously the only woman playing with them)
I still play this sport religiously 2-3 times a week in Nussloch :) - Norm = If interested in music, girls should be learning classical music
My path = I learnt classical music, but sang in the western music band of my school. - Norm = Girls should stay home as much as possible and learn to excel in household chores.
My path = a totally outdoor person. - Norm = Girls should always have long hair and wear 'girly' clothes
My path = sported a very short hair cut. jeans and tee shirt was almost like a uniform. - Norm = Be true to your religion. Follow rituals.
My path = Be spiritual, try to be an honest and good human being ( i have my own definitions of this too) - Norm = Take the educational path of science/ engineering
My path = Took up humanities and arts.
This list goes on...
At the end of the day, I was definitely not a 'role model.' Many parents would not let their children become too friendly with me fearing I would influence them. I never cared because I happened to be around like minded friends - very few in number, but very true friends.
- I was always percieved as someone who is frivilous with life.
- Who wont be able to manage a house
- cant cook n clean. If required, at max I could cook an omlette.
- how I looked
- because I choose the paths I did
- i was not pretentious and superficial
- i was not hypocritical
- i was not very talkative
Finally I am in a place where the norms are different. These prejudices are not relevant anymore. V and I jointly set up our home from scratch. Not sure about what others think about it, but I am satisfied with how I am able to manage our home among all the other tasks we are to do ourselves in this DIY country. Tasks which all my fellow indians get done by paying someone.
I have definitely been cooking a LOT more than just omelletes.
When I describe a 'day in my life' in Germany to people here (in India), they are quite surprised. Perhaps because they never believed that this person who they had written off would be capable of doing all of this. Making things worse, they realize I still do all of this with my individuality. Since individuality something that is so hard to swallow (culturally) for Indians, they find new ways to break my self confidence. E.g.
- All the 'non-indian' dishes I try cooking are all branded as 'silly' things to cook and eat. :D
- Since I use gadgets that are meant to make our lives easier (and not follow ancient ways of doing something), I dont know how to do anything/ I simply dont do a good job.
I couldnt help but smile and tell myself, I never was in the race to prove anything to anyone else. But the opportunity of setting up a whole new life; home; making new friends; understanding, accepting and respecting a new culture has somewhere deep down, given me a higher self esteem and a much broader perspective to things. Hence, I will always cherish this phase of my life - the phase where I can live without all those prejudices - the phase of being "me."
As for some Indians, I will always been seen as a maverick.
2 comments:
I like you as a "maverick" and I think you turned out great! Your parents should be proud of the daughter they have raised!
hey, thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
My parents are proud of me...but thats all. No one else other than some friends like you :)
*sigh*
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