Among other things, its funny how quickly you get used to the phenomenon of being stared at. After these years in the US, where you get used to anonymity in big groups, in India its like I have 2 horns on my head. In markets, people are standing around, chatting, staring, looking; that’s what they are active onlookers. In malls, guys and girls throng the atria and the halls, supposedly doing nothing. They aren’t buying anything, but the look of prosperity lingers. It is probably “in” to prosper and modernise as Mom puts it, as she proudly recants names of new shopping complexes and recreational annexes, and the fact that now even the bai has a color TV + VCR, and the bai’s daughter will only wear jeans. I’m not sure that wearing jeans is a sign of modernity, but apparently everyone else does; at a family function, I’m one of the very few younger folk turned out in a salwar-kameez. I get distinct “how uncool” vibes from the aunties, even !
At the aforesaid family function, I am air-kissed (no real kissing, dahling; these are just poofs of air smacked into the atmosphere) and hugged by long-lost relatives, and lots of folks are mock-annoyed with moi for not winging it to their homes right after my plane landed in Delhi. Am no kisser, but kiss back with enthusiasm. Am no actor, but gaily reassure everyone that I will be at their doors teps pronto. Get tired in the process and head inwards for sustenance. Anyway, as we all settle into the air-conditioned comfort of the room, talk hinges on food and fashion. Am roped into young-wife-talk, which is primarily about clothes and jewellery. Although a big jewellery junkie myself, this casual information exchange on purchasing gold and diamonds in large quantities scalds my ears. What is it with us Punjabis ? Its like we see people and go “Ready ? Get set. One. Two. And flaunt your wealth !”
All this forced listening at family gatherings, makes me long for concealed ear-plugs, a good book, and some nimbu-paani, in that order.
Time, for me, is a variable thing, since I am on vacation. For my parents it moves a bit faster, and for my siblings, who are all working now, its life at top-speed. Long hours are expected and given at work (8-12 hr. days) and my cousin works 6 days a week. Yes, everyone has servants, something that would cost me a big chunk of my salary in the States. Servants cook, clean, chauffeur, garden, baby-sit, queue up in lines to pay electricity bills and much more.
Young couples have it better than before though. Lots of young people are buying houses earlier and setting up their own homes. Leads to way more freedom in lifestyle than before. However, since you are attached to society through mothers, aunts and mothers-in-law, favorite questions in family trivia include marriage and children. If a girl of marriageable age and not married, you are hounded by questions of impending marriage. If a girl and married you are hounded by questions of impending children. Extremely tiresome, but has led to the development of the art of polite snubbing. Polite snubbing, I am told, is an underground art, developed by and for the use of the 20 somethings against nosey relatives, and must be practiced in stealth and absence of immediate family, failing which retribution can be swift and painful.