IDENTITY Crisis OR Erased


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A punjabi guy  , let me give him a name  , Jeetu , was disseminating great wisdom on how to categorize Indians to a group of new recruits . He drew a map of imaginary India with his hands  in air . It appeared like Rhombus to me which was fatter at middle .

Let me reproduce his actual dialogues , which were in hindi .

Jeetu  said “ यहाँ  देखो भाईयों , यह  INDIA  का मेप है |  सबसे   ऊपर  कश्मीरररररर   उसके  नीचे Punjaaaaabb  |  बाकी  सब  South INDIA ”  in his heavily accented  punjabi voice.

/* Translation  ::  “ My dear brothers , this is India’s  map . On the top is Kashmir , below it is Punjab. Everything else is South India ”         */

Unfortunately I was in that group , standing slyly listening to all this crap . I envisioned in my mind as if I have raised my hand  and slapped strongly on his white cheek .After  a while laughed silently at the vision of his cheek swelling ten times than his other cheek in my vision.

After a long lecture on how to  classify Indians as North Indians and South Indians , he turned towards me , smiled a bit and said ”  you are a U.P ( Uttar Pradesh ) girl , u don’t have any idea about South Indians , isn’t it ?? ” . Now this time I was awe-struck .I shook my head  and revealed my real identity .

He tried in vain to convince me by saying that he likes Rajnikanth and Idaly Saambhar ( I can never understand why does all South Indians are branded as Madrasis )  .  His subsequent attempts to woo me flowed down the drain like a helpless paper boat .

Like all other girls instead of going on a shopping spree , I just love to watch the gleaming windows decorated with flood lights which  waste half of the electricity generated in INDIA .

On one chilly winter afternoon I was  standing outside  a big showroom gazing at the window decorated with lehengas ( bride’s dress in North India ) . A sales guy started tailing my back repeating and re-repeating all the kinds of new varieties available at this shop . After a while vexed by my indifference he said ” Madamji , just for once try this new type of Lehenga , you will be  an adorable beautiful U.P ( Uttar Pradesh )   bride ” , unconsciously I said ” What ?????? ” . He said  ” Yes Madamji , your bridegroom will  become spellbound  when he will see you in this dress” . I just ran away with head on heels vowing to myself that I will never visit  to that shop and even ti that street again .

Luckily or unluckily  , despite of working in North India , I have  never faced any discrimination racially or gender wise . Still , utterly to my surprise here I am robbed and stripped of my IDENTITY . I do belong to a certain state which is certainly not MADRAS , of course my state lies south to the Tropic of CANCER  and doesn’t speak HINDI as official language . Above all south Indians are not charred to death by Sun to have dead black complexion  , many of them are really fair and some milky white too .

Sometimes I wish to scream on top of my voice that we don’t eat  IDALY SAAMBHAR everyday  , which is by the way spelt and pronounced completely wrongly .

I really didn’t suffer from Identity crisis like the protagonist in Kiran Desai’s ” Inheritance of Loss ” . Here the case is on the opposite end of spectrum . My IDENTITY has been erased.

I have been stamped and given a brand new identity which is not mine . I could never understand why does this happen to me till date .

On my supposedly last journey from office to my hometown , a Ludhianvi girl was waiting  to catch her train which was delayed by four hours , we got into conversation and gossiped about food , especially paneer , dresses , India’s political situation etc etc.

While bidding goodbye she asked  me “Which state  you belong to ? ” .

She was speechless when she heard my answer . She pinched herself and asked me again to confirm whether  I wasn’t kidding . I said in affirmative and sticked to my  original answer.

She replied back  ” You look like a U.P ( Uttar Pradesh) or a Pahaari (native of hills)  girl , I never thought you belong to THAT state  ” .

Now , this time  I didn’t feel like slapping , I got used to identity stripping or you can say IDENTITY ERASING . 🙂

 

 

 

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7 thoughts on “IDENTITY Crisis OR Erased

  1. కరెక్ట్ గా రాసారండి. ఈ నార్త్ ఇండియా లో ప్రతీ సౌత్ ఇండియన్ కి ఉచితంగా లభించే “బిరుదు” – మదరాసి. నాకు కూడా ఇలాంటి అనుభవాలు అలవాటు అయ్యిపోయాయి. సూటిగా మీ మనో భావం వ్యక్తం అయ్యింది… గో ఏ హెడ్….

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  2. I thnk u shld start writing articles, columns etc., to newspapers, journals, weekend issues etc, for the knowledge, analytic skills, data presentation & expression, so that it can hav wide reach…gives u recognition..

    felt i shld share this telugu site for reading: http://eemaata.com/em/.,

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