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You Know You’re Indian When…

I love being Indian.  I love the culture, the history, the food, the language, the movies, etc.  Being a first generation American, I’ve come to realize that we Indians are a little different here in the States.  There are a few things that set us apart from the rest of the population.  On my flight to Dallas last week, I decided to see how many of these things I could come up with.  Let’s just say my list wasn’t short! 

Please remember this list is supposed to be funny, and all of the things I talk about are based on my personal experiences as a first generation Indian in America.  I am not trying to offend anyone.  I promise!


So, you know you are Indian when nothing ever starts on time.  It’s so bad that there’s a term for it – Indian Standard Time.  I kid you not!

Another way you know you’re Indian is when an entire kitchen drawer, container, etc. is dedicated to Taco Bell Sauce packets.  At our house, it was always a huge white container.  It’s a staple in most Indian kitchens!



You’re most likely Indian if the invite list to your wedding includes people like your mom’s cousin’s wife’s sister’s daughter’s uncle.  Smile  Of course this is a slight exaggeration, but it’s crazy who can end up on the list if you don’t keep a close eye on it.

My personal childhood favorite – I always felt like the odd one out when we had substitute teachers because they could never pronounce my name.  So, I would raise my hand right before my name was about to be called so that he/she didn’t have to say it.  Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t.  And as a side note, I’ve been called everything from Patita to Potato.  Gah!

Another way you know you’re Indian is if there’s an entire closet in your house for blankets and pillows.  I know what y’all are thinking…an entire closet!?  In our house it’s the closet in the upstairs guest room.  I laugh every time I see it!

Another surefire way you know you’re Indian is when all or the majority of the cars in your garage and/or driveway are either Toyotas, Hondas, or some combination of both.  I think we’ve only owned two maybe three other kinds of cars.  I currently own a Honda Civic.



These were the ones I came up with before I decided to take a nap on the plane, but I did a little Google search to see if I could find any I may not have thought of, and I found a few more that cracked me up.

You know you’re Indian when…

You’re parents are panicking if you’re not married by 25 (especially true if you’re a female).

Everyone in your family has nicknames that sound absolutely nothing like their real names.

You talk for an hour at someone’s front door before heading home after a dinner party (this annoyed me so much when I was younger…now I do it too!).

You secure your luggage with a rope.

In actuality, these things along with everything I talked about at the beginning of this post are why I love being Indian.  Truly!  And I’m pretty sure nothing is going to change with my generation.  It’s in our blood!

Are there things about your culture that make you laugh!?