I have always believed that regardless of culture we are all the same. When I moved to Australia from Ireland it was the first time I was immersed in a different one.
It felt so ‘foreign’ to me. I didn’t understand the humour, the politics, the lifestyle and I was made aware that I sounded ‘different’.
It took me a long time , if ever, to adjust.
Almost 6 years later I am living in the midst of Indian culture. I found the transition much easier. Maybe this is because the ideals set by the western world are just not as present, or perhaps I am less resistant now.
Indian culture just fascinates me. Its so diverse, colourful, suppressed, liberated, ancient and bizarre all at the same time. So many rituals, realisations and radical people all co habitat here. On a lovely level I have found someone that has thought me so much since I have been here..
A handsome young man from the state of Punjab has become part of my life. I am always inquisitive and love pushing to find out more about his family life, his teenage years, weddings and traditions etc.
I have along the way learned some essential factors that make you Punjabi ; you must eat chapati everyday! You must take at least 2 hours getting ready in the morning. The turban has to match the outfit . Your moustache and beard is a prized possession. Your holiday is not validated unless you get a “snap” or “pic” with a westerner!. You must change your profile picture on social media at least once a week.You believe Punjabi’s have the best style in all of India! (highly debated 🙂 ) Humour aside, it is so interesting to learn about the history and difference in indian culture between each state.
Sometimes important things get lost in translation. That is both difficult and frustrating. This relationship has definitely been an amazing teacher so far. Long live interracial love! 🙂