The idiom which drags my attention towards cross-culture is
“walk a mile in someone else’s shoes”, where it replicates our personality in
other’s practice. This topic was really
amazing as I am from Andhra Pradesh (South India) staying almost 1500kms away
from home in Gwalior for doing my Master’s, studying a subject like
cross-culture management, being experiencing and trying to manage it everywhere
it makes me write a few of my amazing as
well as disgusting experiences.
Being in India, knowing the script, passed out with 82/100
marks in national language (Hindi) at board exams, ends up not knowing how to
speak and communicate, not even knowing difference in calling thin guys as
PATHLI which makes everyone to laugh at me which in turn made mockery of mine
and not the thin guys, was really embarrassing. Yet many sympathetically
soothing words from friends, it’s ok suru, vellala, archita, sai, many nick
names from fellow friends as my name is VELLALA SURARCHITA SAI.
Nevertheless, feeling sick of eating roti’s, potato in every
dish, samosa, paav baji and thinking of mouthwatering Dosa, Idly sambar, comes
to mind a sought of realization of having a wonderful mother who cooks
delicious as i always use to demand her to cook well.
As per the tradition even from childhood we south Indian
girls used to put bindhi or tilak everyday which generally replicates a signature
of Hinduism, but here in north India the girls used occasionally only for
festivals, functions and even some put after marriage which gave me a cultural
blow. And Now that I’ve got a good reason to not put bindhi and an excuse to
tell my mother that’ mom, chill the environment where I am now is totally
different, and I got synced in it.’
SURARCHITA SAI