Most long distance couples only have the problem of distance. Me? Distance is the easy part. I met my SO on twitter almost 2 and a half years ago, and have never met, cockblocked by the Atlantic with me in Canada and him in Italy. We are in talks of him finally coming over at the end of the summer and I honestly want nothing more but here is the deal: I am East Indian and he is Italian. Of course that means nothing at all to me but my parents is a different story because dating outside my culture is a big NO, which will make meeting difficult.
Having a boyfriend, much less a boyfriend who isn’t Indian and long distance is just asking for world war three in Indian families. I know my parents will blow a gasket, that they will talk about how I have shamed the family and what other people would say and if worse comes to worse, disown me.I am not stupid enough to just throw it all away for some guy but the thing is he isn’t just some “guy”. He makes me the happiest in the world and I know that after more than two years with him, I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Am I being stupid or naïve? Maybe. But I know that I won’t find the kind of boundless happiness anywhere that isn’t him and I will fight for this to the ends of the earth. So whenever I hear talks about how my so and so cousin married out of caste… OF CASTE… it’s such a disgrace. Why is this such a huge deal. It makes me so mad. At least the person is Indian and your child is happy. Would they rather them be miserable for the rest of their life so the family is not put to shame? If they are so scared of becoming “westernized”, why the hell did they come here in the first place. It is only natural if your kids are born here that they are going to be more “westernized”. It should not matter who the person is as long as your child is happy. All this really makes me want to pull my hair out and it’s always constantly at the back of my mind; of how this will all play out once I tell them. The timing needs to be right and a lot of other things need to be in place, meeting and seeing where we will actually go from there, before this all happens of course. It amuses me when I hear people go on about how the Sikh religion is all about equality. My ass.
If we are all about equality, please tell me why we have a caste system inside our OWN religion. I just really wish that being with someone outside your own culture wasn’t considered to be such a bad and shameful thing to Indian families.
I mean, yes he can stay at a hotel but I am going to get questioned as to where I am going everyday (they are strict and always want me home at around 10 because “It isn’t proper for girls to be out so late”). I know that when the time comes to tell them it will be WW3, possibly them disowning me and the usual “You tarnished the family name/disgraced the family” bullshit along with possible threats but I am willing to go through this because I know without a doubt that he is the one.
I want this first meeting to be just about him and I, no parents drama yet and whereas I should be so excited that he is FINALLY talking about coming here, the matter of pulling this off is freaking me out. I just don’t know… what to do…. Sometimes I feel like I should tell them… but something stops me because I know it will turn into a shit storm. The meetings are something that is supposed to be a dream come true, finally being with your other half and I know it will be but the matter of pulling this off…. And how…. Sigh.
Having a boyfriend, much less a boyfriend who isn’t Indian and long distance is just asking for world war three in Indian families. I know my parents will blow a gasket, that they will talk about how I have shamed the family and what other people would say and if worse comes to worse, disown me.I am not stupid enough to just throw it all away for some guy but the thing is he isn’t just some “guy”. He makes me the happiest in the world and I know that after more than two years with him, I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Am I being stupid or naïve? Maybe. But I know that I won’t find the kind of boundless happiness anywhere that isn’t him and I will fight for this to the ends of the earth. So whenever I hear talks about how my so and so cousin married out of caste… OF CASTE… it’s such a disgrace. Why is this such a huge deal. It makes me so mad. At least the person is Indian and your child is happy. Would they rather them be miserable for the rest of their life so the family is not put to shame? If they are so scared of becoming “westernized”, why the hell did they come here in the first place. It is only natural if your kids are born here that they are going to be more “westernized”. It should not matter who the person is as long as your child is happy. All this really makes me want to pull my hair out and it’s always constantly at the back of my mind; of how this will all play out once I tell them. The timing needs to be right and a lot of other things need to be in place, meeting and seeing where we will actually go from there, before this all happens of course. It amuses me when I hear people go on about how the Sikh religion is all about equality. My ass.
If we are all about equality, please tell me why we have a caste system inside our OWN religion. I just really wish that being with someone outside your own culture wasn’t considered to be such a bad and shameful thing to Indian families.
I mean, yes he can stay at a hotel but I am going to get questioned as to where I am going everyday (they are strict and always want me home at around 10 because “It isn’t proper for girls to be out so late”). I know that when the time comes to tell them it will be WW3, possibly them disowning me and the usual “You tarnished the family name/disgraced the family” bullshit along with possible threats but I am willing to go through this because I know without a doubt that he is the one.
I want this first meeting to be just about him and I, no parents drama yet and whereas I should be so excited that he is FINALLY talking about coming here, the matter of pulling this off is freaking me out. I just don’t know… what to do…. Sometimes I feel like I should tell them… but something stops me because I know it will turn into a shit storm. The meetings are something that is supposed to be a dream come true, finally being with your other half and I know it will be but the matter of pulling this off…. And how…. Sigh.
Comment