‘O’ for outcast

This is an opinion piece I’d written previously for an online publication. I am reproducing it here with a few changes.

Since I penned my anguish about the Dadri lynching incident in India, I’ve  been receiving a few endearments from some of those who have been kind enough to read it — presstitute, sickular, libtard, commie were some of those. This led me to introspect deeply and ask myself some existentialist questions — like ‘Who am I?’ ‘Where am I from?’ and most importantly, ‘Where was I when…?’

Well, it all goes back a long way. Perhaps to the time when somebody first threw the seemingly innocuous question my way:  ‘Where are you from?’ Now, this bouncer can be trickier to handle than you imagine.

I think the conversation went somewhat like this:

Excuse me, hope you don’t mind me asking, but where are you from?

– I’m from West Bengal.

Ah! A Bengali.

-Quite, but not quite. I’m very Bengali but only because I’ve lived in Bengal for most of my life.

I see. So where are you originally from?

-You could say I’m from Assam, though I haven’t really lived there.

Ah! An Assamese, of course! I knew it from your features! Lots of similarities between the Assamese and the Bengalis, no?

-You are so right again, but I’m not exactly an Assamese, I’m a Bodo.

Silence…..

-It is one of the many tribes of Assam. (Me, trying to help).

Yes, I know I know. The Bodo militants. Fighting for statehood and all.

-Er…not all of us are militants, fighting for statehood. Most of us are quite peace loving and content with the current state of things, as long as we get our glass of ‘jou’ (rice beer) after a hard day’s work.

Interesting. Most interesting…..

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The good thing in all this, was of course the fact that others were absolutely certain of my identity even when I wasn’t.

Like the time in Kolkata, when a lady exclaimed, overhearing my Bengali, ‘Wow! These Nepalese have started speaking such good Bangla these days!’ — never for a moment doubting that I was a Nepali.

Or the time, when I visited the Bharatpur Bird Sanctuary in Rajasthan, with my husband, and the ticket seller demanded Rs. 450 — 50 bucks for his ticket and 400 for mine. When my stunned husband wanted to know why there was such discrimination, he was told, ‘Madam coming from Korea. Different rate for foreigner.’ Needless to say, this was nothing short of a revelation! While I’d been under the assumption that I was an Indian, turned out that I’d actually been a Korean all along! Good to know, and better late than never, I thought. At least the question of my nationality was now resolved.

But then, on the first day of my job as ‘Announcer’ at All India Radio, Delhi, I was asked by one of the Duty Officers, ‘You are eating everything in China, no?’  My new found Korean nationality was already threatened. Was I from China in reality, after all?

New Delhi is of course the US of India — the world begins and ends with it and there are no geographies beyond. So it came as no surprise that Delhiites confidently gave me whatever identities they liked — Thai, Burmese, Japanese  –anything that would suit their fancy. If I tried to explain that the North East actually consisted of several different states, with their different cultures, I would be promptly dismissed with a  ‘Chill yaar, all same to same.’  I was glad to know there was no need of specifics. So then I could just say, ‘I am from the North East’ and be done with it.

This seemed to be working well, until recently, when it was revealed to me that I was not from the North East – my address was actually Left of Centre. Sickular, leftist, presstitute, communist were some of the identities I was given, leaving me with the even more confusing question, ‘Who, really, was I?

From belonging to an endangered tribe myself, somewhere along the line, I had turned into a dangerous species, a lying, scheming traitor, capable of great harm to the country! In short, my transformation into an ‘anti-national’ was now complete!

Before I could wrap my head around such an evolution or mutation, depending on how you look at it, another googly began to be frequently thrown my way — the dreaded, ‘Where were you when.. ?’

For example :

-“Where were you when Kashmiri Pandits were being driven out of their homeland?”

-“Where were you when Mohd. Ghori invaded India?”

-“Where were you when the milk was boiling over?”

-“Where were you when…

I don’t mind these questions in the least — if not from the North East, I am happy to be from the Left of Centre (isn’t that where the heart is supposedly located?).

But then, I might just be offending some people by refusing to take offence. These days, I’m told, you are not a true nationalist unless you are easily offended.

I see that I am testing your patience and can already sense the next question coming: What are you doing here?

Indeed, as pointed out by some honorable ministers, I and the entire beef-eating North East better be packed off to Pakistan without delay.

But will they accept us, pork-eaters, as their own? Perhaps not… and so my quest for nationality will continue.

Incredible India

 

This post is the 15th in a series of 26 posts that I am writing throughout the month of April as part of the A to Z challenge 2016.

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15 thoughts on “‘O’ for outcast”

  1. Such a brilliant post. And I couldnt have agreed more to your thought process. Its sad but true. Good news is that, we are not defined by what others perceive us as, but what we truly feel we are. Once that settles in, everything else is redundant. Easy to say, difficult to live, I know. And trust me, these are some of the most thought provoking words I have read in a while, kudos to you Durba !

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  2. Also Durba, just finished reading your post on rediff.com , and must say I felt each and every word you wrote. At the bottom of all of it, its something deep buried in our psyches and hence keeps throbbing its ugly head in different forms at different times. You have brilliantly analysed each of the situations and put forth the ugly truth we don’t want to own up to.
    Salute !

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  3. I have never traveled to your part of the world, but I must admit I am so enjoying your stories. I’m not really sure why there were people who didn’t like this post or even chose to “label” you with such negative wording. I find your writing to be a lovely breath of fresh air infused with a humorous slant. Even so, I also find myself saddened that people are so quick to try and “judge you” without even trying to get to know you. I have had labels placed on me as well in my own lifetime by people presuming they know the real person I am. They usually have it wrong and miss the opportunity to get to know me better. I chalk it up to their loss, not mine. I’m glad you didn’t let what others think color your own views.

    Lovely post!

    Take care,

    Donna L Martin
    http://www.donnalmartin.com

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    1. Dear Donna,

      India is going through a phase of hyper-nationalism, where if you criticize any policies or anything at all about the country, you may be quickly branded an anti-national. People are unable to realize that if you write/speak about something, whether for or against it (India), it really means you think about it, and care a great deal for it.
      But as you rightly put it, it’s their loss not mine 😀
      I am very happy that you enjoyed my post 🙂

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  4. This is a wonderful post. It brings it home to me how difficult it could be to have so many possibilities for confusion in your own country. I have been mistaken for a Dutch woman in Indonesia and an Australian in California, but I think that’s about it. I’ve always enjoyed my visits to India. I hope the anti-national thing moves on soon – in a good way.
    Jemima Pett

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    1. Thank you so much for reading. Being from Assam, it is sad that people often associate it with militancy and disturbance, perhaps with good reason too. But Assam is so beautiful and has so much to offer..I hope to visit there and discover more about my roots.

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