I was raised in a township and so never realised that there are so many different religions or languages or castes or even that some are rich and some are not.
For Bhilai had only one religion and that was the Steel plant. Conversations of men usually revolved around ‘production’ and of women home issues. Children were too busy running around and teenagers trying to get an engineering or medical seat. ( all other professions were taboo)
We celebrated all festivals and it was so fun. I grew up eating avial, masala bhaath, sandesh and what not and never even realise that it was not konkani stuff.
But why this nostalgia now?
When I came down to Bahrain, it was with a hope that maybe I will be experiencing that same life again. Surely so far from our motherland, we will take pride in our Indianess. But alas no.
Go for any gatherings, the Gujjus will be in one group, the Malyalees on another and so on. I agree when two people with the same mother tongue get together, they are bound to speak in their language but please be considerate to the person next to you.
Any restaurant serving Indian food will showcase-North Indian food, SOuth Indian food and Kerala dishes. Isn’t Kerala a part of South India and ain’t South India and North India a part of India. ( I don’t see why they have to project their dishes as North Indian and South India, because all the curries do have the same taste).
When will we really unite or is it just a dream.