I found the following quote on a site I used to comment on and still occasionally read.  It’s from someone named CulturePhile and if they stumble onto this site, I would be happy for them to respond!

“The thing is this; western Indophiles like all the artsy cultural stuff – the clothing, the dance, the poetry, the arts, the languages, etc, of India. But the day to day cultural grind – overbearing and smothering family and all that, na, we can’t deal with that. But that is the core of Desi culture.”

Before I met R, I thought I had a pretty decent handle on “Indian culture.”  I had BEEN to India for a month, lived with an Indian dude (among 4 other dudes) in college & met his family, lived an Indian gal post college (who is now a close friend) & met her family, and had read some Lahiri books.   I wouldn’t say I was a western Indophile, but I’d say I had a working knowledge of what “Indian culture” was all about.  And I liked it.

I knew the moms could get kind of crazy about their sons, I knew my Indian peers tended to be incredibly reverent of their parents all the while forging their identities in America, and I KNEW the food was, like, the best in the whole world. 

For the most part, the Indians I had met were Northies and sort of accepted/embraced America at least half way if they lived here.  From what I head, I gathered most Indian parents would like their kids to end up with Indians, but I had met a few mixed couples (and even Indian parents of them) and didn’t see there was too much strife.  My old roomate’s parents (the Indian guy) were probably not thrilled I was living with their son, nonetheless, they were incredibly decent and kind to me.  All I had to do was say I loved their spices and most Indians were putty in my hands!  And so it went with most of the other Indians I had met:  show just a tad of interest and they will give you the keys to their vibrant and intriguing castle!  This was true until I tried dating one of them… 

Specifically, **and this is important y’all**, I ended up dating a son from one of the most Traditional types of families in India.  R’s family are Telugu Raju’s and have an incredible amount of pride in their particular culture.  So much so, they don’t even really relate to what is going on in the rest of India beyond about 3-4 hours outside their small town.   They have lived in the US for the past 30 years…but not really.  R’s mom runs a very Indian household, they ventured back to India for months at a time almost every year, and only a few times has anyone non-Telugu been in their house.  His dad works here so he has sort of a sense of who/what Americans are but his mom has never worked & does not have this sense.  Also, they are Raju’s…yes Raju’s.  The warriers, the staunch Hindus (R doesn’t know one Raju who has converted to Christianity), the top of the totem pole in India.  So, suffice to say, as an extremely traditional family, they are really big on preserving their culture…and not really inclined to share it with anyone else.

So this was all news to me!  I had always known Indian mothers who worked, Indians who had friends outside their culture, and Indians who traveled.  Nonetheless, I kept telling R, ”Pish…I GOT this!  Don’t worry!  I know Indians!”

Like a lot of things in life, little did I know until I was on the inside of it.  Since getting over the initial shock between Indians I had known in the past and R’s family, I have learned to slowly work with what I and R have.  There have been times where I have felt angry, resentful, and that R and I really cannot work together because the family structure & expectations (a huge issue) are so different.  I began to think about Indian culture less intellectually and more how it made me feel.  Before, I had kind of a superficial working knowledge, but now I am really starting to *know* it in my heart.  Sometimes I still think it’s quite beautiful and other times I am totally irritated by it.  And I know now, I’ll never quite see it the way I did before. 

 As an outsider of Traditional Telugu, Raju culture, it can feel sort of lonely and more distressingly, it can make me feel disconnected from R at times.  As I have said before on here, I don’t know R when he is Indian R.  He has been better about showing me he’s the same R when he’s with his family, but at first it was very shocking.  It’s hard to keep trying to engage his parents in conversation and let them into the very modern relationship R and I have without getting blank expressions or under-the-radar-but-there disapproval.  However, despite these things, I am at a point where I realize there are lots of variations of Indianness, the cultures, social orders, and so on.  Through R, my knowledge of Indian culture has expanded ten-fold and branched out in ways I never expected.  The bottom line is, if I want R and I to work, I just need to make this one intercultural situation work for me.

So we work on it…slowly.  At first I put myself all out there for his family.  I “worked it” to try and meet them on their terms (bringing them a traditional (and pricey) gift, not touching R, speaking some Telugu words, keeping discussion topics to “Telugu” to not alienate anyone”).  I’ve also been accepting of the fact that I’m kind of a scandal right now since we aren’t “committed” (married).  It basically infuriates me that his parents think we aren’t committed to eachother when I know in my heart I am just as committed to him today as I will be in 10 years.  But I’d still go visit, put on a smiling face, and act accordingly.  Some Indian familes might have taken to my efforts more, but his really does not try and understand R and my relationship in “modern” terms.  Now I’ve decided to pull back.  I’m not going with R to his next family visit…not out of spite…but to give him and his family some time together.  I’m doing it to give myself some time and space, too.  If R and I do end up together we will always be doing things as a unit and though my level of committment remains the same, life will change for the both of us.  It will just be R and I to decide everything for ourselves.  He knows that, I know that, so given this, I do have some compassion for his family as the center will shift from them to us (not something Traditional Indians really welcome).

While I don’t think I ever was or am currently an Indophile, I have really learned a lot by thrusting my heart out there towards R’s parents.  And this has encompassed both the good and the bad.  When I really think about it, I wouldn’t have done it any other way.