Fond memories of my host family
Dear Sri TKS Sir,
I came to this country in 1970. I had a host family assigned to me, who are a wonderful large Catholic family, living on a farm outside the city where I was attending the University.
Over the years I have become close to this family and they are invited to all our important functions and they religiously come.
Because of them wanting to know the place where I come from, they have been to India twice, and visited my hometown. While they love the culture, they do not like the crowded conditions in the city. They always tell me they can understand how I am, who I am. They even today do not see me as an American.
Even at work all these years, as an immigrant, my coworkers always understand that I am a product of a mix of American and Indian cultures.
Ethnic diversity with the underlying common fabric provided by this country's culture is the strength of this country. Because America does not tell you not to bring your mother land's culture with you.
Regards,
KRS
Sri KRS Sir -
Your post brought fond memories of my own 'host family' as well as memories of the first month when I had landed in USA. Let me share some experience playing Ambassador of India LoL
When I arrived in USA I had very little knowledge of significance of our traditions . There were not many Indian born students then in the mid 70s at my school.
I ran into a few other IIT students on landing in USA at my school- Two from IIT Madras, one from IIT Kharagpur, and I was from IIT Kanpur. We were all TB types- two Iyengar and two Iyer family boys. None of us had any experience in cooking though one claimed to know how to cook. We decided to share a house/apartment. As we were walking on the road to find the apartment, a car stopped on the road and a big dog inside the car put its head out and barked at us. We were just amazed that the dog was taking a nice ride in a big boat of a car . This happened twice with another car and one of my friend was kidding that 'hey this American dogs know to bark at Indians '
Anyway after renting a place with my new found room mates, the fellow who claimed to know how to cook said he is going to make some potato curry and rice ! He also made some nameless soup kind of a thing which was terrible.
The potatoes were not uniformly cooked and he ended to overheating the pot which created a lot of carbon at the bottom. Somehow he stirred the whole thing and it was one of the most awful preparation I had ever tasted. In the mean time the landlady came to get something (she and her husband lived down below) and our proud new cook invited her for lunch (it was a weekend day).
My friend served a generous portion of rice and this curry. It seems she had never tasted any Indian food and was in her early 30s. There were not that many Indian restaurants then. She took a bit into her mouth and we were all watching he facial expression carefully . She said 'delicious' though her face did not seem to agree with the statement .. Poor woman !LoL
My other friends said - if she likes it then let us give the whole thing to her in Tamil.
We did not realize she was trying to find a reason to compliment us ! Anyway she never again accepted another invitation to taste Indian food.
It was funny episode but I thought most Americans we ran into were very nice and generous people.
Some time later I was assigned a host family. They were nice people and invited me to their home and then to a party. I was told by some that I should take something like wine or something. I dont drink even today and also did not have transportation to go anywhere to buy anything. Let me provide a background below as to what I ended up taking with me.
A few weeks earlier as I was packing to come to USA my mother and father were arguing what I should take with me. They are no more now. We were allowed one suitcase and $8 that we get at the airport as foreign exchange money (one dollar was five rupees then) . My mother decided to make a
வற்றல்/ வடாம்/ அப்பளம் etc and packed all of them. My parents had argument - Am I going to study or cook those items in Oil . Any way my mother won. (She tried to make me promise like Gandhi - stay vegetarian, dont drink or smoke and look at all women like sisters - I refused to make the last promise since most fellows like me were out for conquest LoL .. I cant talk too much about this aspect for obvious reasons) LoL
Anyway I ended up taking the
வற்றல்/ வடாம்/ அப்பளம் and my host family lady created an arrangement after cooking the items. She even put a dip in the center. I asked her how she knew how this ought to be eaten and by the way what the heck is a dip ..
Any way at the party we went this item became a hit.
Overall the family was impressed I could speak flawless English!!