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Motherland

I was in India for a week after a hiatus of eleven years. Except for a cousin who came to see me in Delhi hours before my return flight, I did not meet any family. In that sense it was a strange way to visit the home country after all this time. I called no one and no one called me. Work kept me too busy to notice the disconnect from my roots. I had left and I was left and that's only fair.

So without the distractions of personal ties, I was able to focus on India. I was visiting Chennai after twenty years. The pace was more frenetic, traffic more chaotic, the signs of renewal and decay were never too far apart. The more things had changed the more they remained the same. It was like I had been away for a couple of years and not two decades. Like a comfortable well worn blanket Chennai was there for me like it had been a long time ago.

In other cities I traveled to the people were as they had been all those years ago - largely peaceful, interested in the other person and generally helpful. An overzealous sales girl in a mall insisted on making up my face refusing to take no for an answer. It was interesting to see my kohl lined eyes in the mirror - a look I have not seen on me in a very long time. Only a desi sister could do this to me and not make me feel uncomfortable  - this was the home I remembered.

Explaining India to my French coworker was oddly gratifying. We traveled everywhere together and every step of the way  was a question - a temple in the middle of a marketplace, buying hand loom  silk sarees, the cows squatting on the road, the  palatial hotels, the over the top guest services, the food, the value of the rupee, the value of a human being, the sensory overload of it all. 

I lived in hotels all week thinking all the time of the extraordinary home cooked meals served by my favorite grand aunt who still lives in Kolkata. Time, distance and the lack of contact has made me a stranger to those I was once very close to. I could have made some calls and exchanged pleasantries but it felt rather futile. No one was going to notice I had come and gone. It was probably best not to intrude and make them feel obligated to come see me or worse insist I visit them.

Instead of rekindling bonds that were weak or dead, I tried to experience the motherland to see if I felt the connection still. Not once did I feel like an outsider not once did I feel like I did not belong - it felt like I had never even left India. If that is not connection I don't know what is.


Comments

Ananva said…
I read your blog very regularly and love your style of writing.
This post was indeed interesting in that you went to India and didn't connect with family, and yet, were able to feel the connection. This is so true! One doesn't need to be around family to feel the ties to one's homeland- it's the smells, places, even the interaction with strangers sometimes that make up for the connections!
Anonymous said…
I have the same feeling every time I have returned to India after a long period of time. It's as if nothing has changed yet everything has changed too.
Anonymous said…
This was a lifetime opportunity to got - to visit your home country without the family. I have often wished to get that experience. It is tough to imagine how it would be to see India, without the complex ties of relationships and formalities. I think it would be nice.
Take care!
-Smiles, Hope

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