1. But did your husband ride in on a horse? South Indians don’t ride in on horses; that’s North Indian. Was it a big Indian wedding? I mean how many people? I mean how many hundreds?
You didn’t wear a white dress? But was it a traditional wedding? Did you wear a midriff-baring outfit? I saw a midriff-baring outfit in that Marigold movie.
2. Even my shrink: Which Indian restaurant would you recommend in the area? I tell him I don’t eat Indian food out. I tell him that I only eat Indian food (and we just call it food) at my parents’ house. I tell him I find this question unprofessional. If he wants my recommendation, let him pay. I’m here for his recommendations—and I pay.
Do I look like a country or restaurant guide? My husband (Indian; not that it matters) says you’re just going there for a reason. Ignore everything else. I ruminate; I steam. I think about changing doctors, but there’s a shortage of shrinks in our area. And he takes our insurance. The shrink tells me he has been to India too. He can’t remember the name of the city, but it’s a big one.
3. But how neat is that? That you and your husband are both Indian. That you were the only two Indians at your job. I mean it was fated! It’s just perfect because you’re both Indian. It’s perfect.
South Asian? I think of that as Vietnamese and Laotian. I mean, why not say Indian? Isn’t that what you are? That’s what I meant. Indian-American. Oh. Indian American.
4. I’ve never heard of it. I’ve been to Goa and to Bombay and somewhere else—where the Taj Mahal is. I know India has so many dialects; there are like hundreds. Tamil and Gujarati are entirely different languages? Oh, OK, Gu-ja-ra-ti. It’s like different cultures? Well of course Polish and French are two different languages.
5. You don’t wear rings? But my daughter’s Indian friend had a ring. It was a big diamond. How will people know you are married?
6. I love how colorful they are. Was it so colorful? Like a Bollywood movie? I love all those outfits. Did it take four days? My daughter went to an Indian wedding and it took four days.
7.* If you have any extra invitations, I’d love to be invited. If you have any extra invitations, I’d love to see an Indian wedding. I’ve never been to one. I mean, they are so beautiful. I mean: I’d really like to go.
*Seven is a significant number in Hindu wedding ceremonies. Wikipedia it.
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Sejal Shah’s nonfiction has been nominated for Best American Essays and the Pushcart Prize, and her essays and stories have appeared in The Asian American Literary Review, Brevity, Kenyon Review Online, The Literary Review, The Margins, Waxwing, and others. In 2016 she served as a biweekly columnist for the Kenyon Review Blog. Her book manuscript, How to Make Your Mother Cry, was a finalist for The Ohio State University Press Nonfiction Prize and the Cleveland State University Poetry Center’s Essay Collection Competition. She lives and teaches in Rochester, New York.
Artwork by Damon Locks
13 comments
Elena says:
Sep 12, 2016
Great snapshot of all the annoying, predictable, ironic, funny, insulting things that people will say. You make terrific use of this here. But you leave me wanting More!!!!! I’m happy with parts 1-7, but now I want to read 8-100! Please write Part II!
Sejal Shah says:
Sep 16, 2016
Elena, thank you so much for this generous comment! I haven’t known where to begin with writing about the wedding (so much to write, really– the 750 word limit made beginning seem less daunting). I promise to get started on 8-100. Thanks for the warm encouragement.
Urmen Desai says:
Sep 12, 2016
An amazing piece by a talented young writer! I love the line “I tell him that I only eat Indian food (and we just call it food) at my parents’ house”
Sejal Shah says:
Sep 16, 2016
Thank you Urmen, for taking the time to comment. I had no idea that line would resonate with many. I appreciate the feedback.
Nicole Moliere says:
Sep 13, 2016
Yes! Thank you for this piece. It is outstanding.
Sejal Shah says:
Sep 16, 2016
Thank you for reading!
Katey Schultz says:
Sep 20, 2016
I agree – I’m so delighted to read this and am also awaiting part two! Thanks for this playful yet revealing glimpse…
Sonja Livingston says:
Oct 10, 2016
Great essay, Sejal! The list form is perfect here. I can’t wait to use it in class!
Sejal A Shah says:
Oct 15, 2016
Thank you, Sonja! Will you let me know how it goes in class? I actually haven’t taught a list essay in a long time (and I ended up adding numbers to this essay very late in the process). I wonder if it would be interesting to talk with them about how it might work without numbers and what the use of numbers adds or changes in the essay…
Monica Gebell says:
Dec 25, 2016
I love the format and tone of the essay. Like another commenter, I can’t wait to read #8-100…
Marjorie Searl says:
Mar 3, 2018
WASPs encounter Jews and Hindus:
Scott’s mother, when I visited for the first time: I bought some of your food.
Me: ???
Scott’s mother: Lox and bagels.
Scott’s mother’s friend, at a dinner party: What are you making for dinner? My husband keeps strictly kosher and can’t eat anything with pork or ham. It’s not a problem, I can make him a peanut butter sandwich if necesssry and he’ll be fine.
Scott’s mother: Ham loaf. But it will taste like meat loaf, so don’t tell him and he won’t know.
Scott’s mother’s friend: I can’t do that. It’s not how it works. Where is the peanut butter?
Scott’s mother: You’ve never had a hamburger?
Hindu person from India: No, in my religion the cow is a sacred animal and we don’t eat it.
Scott’s mother: Just try a little bite. I think you’ll like it if you try it.
[N.B. She was a lovely and generous woman. This is about how hard it is for people brought up in a religion/culture with no dietary restrictions and few ritual observances to get what it’s like to be observant within a non-observant culture/or to be a minority’s within a majority culture. Next installment will be: WASP mother-in-law gives her Jewish daughter-in-law a costume jewelry Christmas tree necklace.]
Sejal Shah says:
Mar 15, 2018
Margie, I love this! Thank you for writing it. We have to talk about this sometime. I thank god I grew up around / in a Jewish community with friends who were able to articulate (more than I could growing up) what it’s like to be a minority (even if you’re white) in WASP culture– or to just not be understood. such a relief. Encounter is the perfect word.
Jesse Lippincott says:
Jan 3, 2021
I enjoyed reading this and will read more of your work. I gave me an insight it what this couple faced and I felt like I was there watching it unfold when she was asked did her husband ride in.