I was 17
years old when I started working with the herbal practitioner. I occupied the
place in their office cum house. After few days, I first time saw a foreigner
in their house & I was intrigued by the sight of her. For 17 years old, it
was intriguing in many ways.
A blue-eyed
Katrina flew down to India. She used to practice yoga in the morning & used
to teach English to education-deprived boys. Rest of the evening, Katrina used
to spend time exploring nearby places.
It
captivated me how one could fly down just to explore the huge & diverse
country like us, thousands of miles away from her own home. She took a lot of
interest in knowing about small things that made a huge difference for her.
When it was time for her to go back, I gifted a set of colorful nail paints to
her as I knew it would look beautiful on her fairy hands.
Her entire
stay with this herbal practitioner’s family made me ponder about several
questions. Slowly & gradually, all the answers were unfolded right in front
of me.
Ayurveda
(herbal) is as old as a hill in India & has been popular worldwide for
ages. She chose to stay with the herbal practitioner's family. It was her first
step not only to learn about India but think
like an Indian.
Her keen
interest in learning yoga wasn’t just a health purpose but it was another art,
a science that India has always treasured & inherited from their
forefathers while she learned it right here.
My
interaction with her was limited but I realized that Katrina was more
mesmerized about my Indianness than I was with her foreign identity. She
strongly felt about doing something for those children who were deprived of
basic education. She taught foreign language while she was on an Indian soil.
After initial hiccups, it wasn’t difficult for her to teach English to those
boys who did not share the same mother-tongue. Both Katrina & the boys
mingled so well as if the foreign word never existed in their dictionary.
When she
was departing back to her country, she not only took with her those eternal
memories but her bag was a mix of everything. She took the essence of Indian
culture with her. When she reached to her home country, she wrote back to us
about things that kept her fuelled all these years. She left the country with
being #MoreIndianThanYouThink.
It was my
first personal encounter with any foreigner. Now it’s been more than 12 years
& I could see our culture, our ideology has made its presence felt
everywhere.
No matter
what how much spicy we eat, it’s our sweetness that makes outsiders stay in
our heart. No matter how much diverse we are in our culture or
nature, it’s our unity that makes people wonder.
It’s not
just crackers
in Diwali or colors in Holi, it’s the way we celebrate with our family and
friends. It’s not just hip-hop or salsa but people still want to shake their
leg on Bollywood thumka.
Indians
don’t count calories or cash when it comes to Indian
weddings. For us, it’s another huge celebration where families of the family
gather. Indian wedding is another season that we have & boast of.
I have
found even having a food is a fiesta for us as Kerala’s Masala dosa getting
served on the plate while butter on hot stuffed parathas melts. If food
is very appetizing for people, then the six-yard cloth is fascinating for
foreign women.
My personal
encounter with Katrina made me realize that she wanted to absorb as much Indianness
as she could do while she was here. She tried to learn and explore the tiniest
detail of Indian thing, culture, its people and more.
Today,
India has marked its global presence with its colorful culture, warm
hospitality, genuineness & diversity where people keep coming back. They
behave as if they are #MoreIndianThanYouThink.
It’s a very
nice gesture to know that while in the air or on the ground, people outside of
our country want to be #MoreIndianThanYouThink in many ways.
Katrina
could not visit India again but she had that indelible impression about India
that she always carried.
Certainly,
we are, they are #MoreIndianThanYouThink!
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