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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!

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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!

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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.

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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!?