One Little Indian Boy


We are back home in Evanston after four and a half months in India, three nights home, and then a week visiting family for the holidays near Boston. It feels strange to be living in this quiet and cold environment. It’s nearly silent and I miss the cuckoo bird in the morning. We have also returned with a little boy who has fully embraced being Indian. This is exactly what we wanted for him, but I was surprised at the extremity of his feelings. He loves speaking Kannada (so much that he tells me I shouldn’t speak American), he only wants to eat Indian food – especially curd rice eaten with his hands, and he wants to be a Hindu. When he asked me why his Pati and Tata don’t celebrate Christmas, I told him it’s because they are Hindu. How surprised was I when he stated ‘I’m a Hindu Mummy, I don’t want to celebrate Christmas’? What? What kid doesn’t want Christmas? All year when he asked for toys, our tag line has been ‘you can have a Lego on Christmas and your Birthday, but not now’. I was afraid we might have a Hindu Fundamentalist in the making. 😀

Right before coming home we went to Mysore to attend a pooja for Ashwin’s cousin Sila. It’s something that is done around the time of a child’s first birthday and is for health and long life. Ashwin was a bit jealous of the attention Sila was getting, and Autie Vinuta invited him to take part with them. Ashwin sat up front with her and was so entranced by the whole process, he watched intently and even put his hands together without being told. Everyone commented on how sweet and well behaved he was. Nice to hear considering all of the bad behavior we had been having lately! He was really trying hard to be his own person, apart from Mummy and Daddy, while he was in Bangalore and it was very hard to tolerate at times.


Ashwin took to the priest very quickly. They sat and had conversations before and after the pooja. He said they talked about his school, but that night when we went home he started to sing shlokas (Hindu chants) all on his own. We didn’t know he knew them! Afterwards he had a traditional meal on a banana leaf, South Indian food eaten with the hands.


The day before leaving Bangalore, Ashwin’s school – Heritage Kids, had Sports Day. They had been training for it for over a month and Ashwin was going to be the one to hold the torch at the beginning of the games. Upon arrival he got very nervous and absolutely refused to participate. At the last moment we got him to stay up front and he and his friend Yushu were led around the sports ground with the torch. As always, when he doesn’t want to do something he pretends to sleep. So the man in charge of sports day had to hold his shoulder and push him around while he snored with his eyes closed.


In  the end he won the lime and spoon race and stood up on stage to receive his medal with all the kids in his class.


He was pretty proud of himself.

Once home, we did celebrate Christmas. The Santa at Heathrow was hard to resist and we stopped to tell him where we would be on Christmas Day.

We had a great time decorating our tree…


And now that we are home again, we are settling into this strange and quiet life. I love my hot shower and I’m so happy to escape the ants, but somehow everything seems a bit duller here in this Chicago winter. We all miss Bangalore very much and Ashwin misses Tata’s dog, Bubble, the most!


I think he may be waiting still for Ashwin to come downstairs to go to school.

One thought on “One Little Indian Boy

  1. Very sweet story, Mardy. It was SO nice to see you guys after such a long Indian adventure; especially my favorite nephew, Ashwin! I miss him (and you and V) already! Love, Janie


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