Where is Home?
Sujatha Bagal
Sourin had this lovely post on what our homes mean to us. Without a doubt, coming home after a long day or after a long trip is one of those experiences that each of us cherishes.
And, as I've been discovering to my surprise, this feeling (for want of a better word) is not limited to grown-ups. It catches children too, and it catches them young.
Nearly four years ago, after a week-long cruise and a couple of days in balmy Miami, we came home. As we walked in the door, Big N, then two-and-a-half, walked around the house and greeted each room like he was greeting an old friend ("hi! dining room, hi! living room") with a mixture of recognition and delight.
Finally, he, who had been happily chowing down pasta, chicken nuggets and pbj sandwiches for ten days, made his way into the kitchen, looked up at me and asked, "Mama, can we eat bisi bele baath?"
Although we had been on many trips before, this was the first time he was not confused about where he was when we came home.
Over the past ten months, however, the equation has gotten a little bit more complicated. The first time we went on an extended trip out of Bangalore after we moved here, when it was time to go home, N thought we were going back to Virginia. Now he understands that we'll be coming back to Bangalore whenever we go out of town, but the fact that he is not at "home" is something that is constantly at the back of his mind.
He loves living in Bangalore for many reasons, the most important of which is that he has his grandparents, uncles and aunts here. And cricket.
But he still misses his room and all his toys (even though we brought them all here - the problem is he wants to play with his toys in his room). He pores over old photographs looking for familiar things. He misses his friends and neighbors and the neighbors' pets.
The other day, out of the blue, he wanted to know where his bathroom was "at home". We were standing in his room here. I pointed in the direction of the bathroom and said, "right there". No, he wanted to know where his bathroom was in Virginia. It is amazing what issues and questions those little brains are mulling over.
Even though he has been remarkable in understanding and dealing with our new living arrangements (as we keep hearing, "children are resilient, they'll adjust to anything"), a couple of times (usually when he's exhausted) something has triggered a flood of memories accompanied by a flood of tears.
Three days after the last episode, he asked me if I wanted to know why he was missing home so much. He took me to his wall map of the US and pointed to the legend in the bottom right hand corner. It said "United States". I was floored.
When do children start getting attached to something other than a person or a thing? When we were watching The Quiet American (with a lot of fast forwarding, I had to watch it again later), he was repeatedly asking if the Americans were winning and was quite worried. How do they even develop this sense of attachment to a place or to a country, enough to miss it for almost a year after they've seen it last?
Obviously, to him, home is not just a place you live in, or come back to everyday, or where you can put your feet up and relax. He has all of that here, in Bangalore. To him, home is something more.
Now the question is, when we go back "home," will he miss Bangalore the same way that he misses Virginia now?
And as far as cricket is concerned, I'll just say that I'm very happy that America doesn't play cricket. After more than two years of living in India, this tiny but rabid cricket fan wouldn't know how to split his loyalties.
Thanks to Andrew Morris who wrote Home and Away - it inspired me to dig this one up.
Where is Home?
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Amrita
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November 10, 2006
02:00 AM
Suj - this was a lovely piece. I was a little older than "Big N" when we moved to Delhi but in those days moving from south to north was as good as moving to another country. I had to learn another language, get used to another kind of food, a different environment, and it was a big deal if people around me had heard the name of my state much less my hometown.
I dont know if I identified as strongly as your son with a place even then [I'll have to ask my mom I guess, but he seems pretty exceptional to me] but I do remember the disorientation of moving back and forth - summers in the south, the rest of the year in the north.
This one brought back a number of memories and gave me much to think about. Thanks.
Andrew
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November 10, 2006
02:19 AM
Lovely piece Sujatha! I love the idea of 'home' being something 'more' than a mere house.
I'm always haunted by Steinbeck's beautiful observation: "I have homes everywhere, many of which I have not seen yet. That is perhaps why I am restless. I haven`t seen all my homes". Could Big N be following in his footsteps?
I guess he is one of a growing number of people throughout the world with multiple and fluid identities - perfectly positioned therefore for the 21st century!
temporal
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November 10, 2006
10:31 AM
Suj:
nice post:)
andrew:
this home heart business is enigmatic and has bedeviled thinkers for ages...usually i find the home we so love is ensconced in our memories only....memories that are usually pleasant and are recalled in times and places that are perhaps different (or not very pleasant)
home is where the heart is
in the end it is the same thing as smile-frown we were discussing yesterday!...depending on the mood the same home we love so one day can turn into a place we avoid returning to the next...
yes, suj i know am digressing;)
Sujai
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November 10, 2006
10:43 AM
I lived in foreign lands for nine years. I am back home- India. I read a quotation long ago. I can't remember exactly how it goes. But it is somewhat close to:
"It may be raining spears and daggers at home, and pearls and diamonds in the foreign land, its still better to be home".
Amrita
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November 10, 2006
12:15 PM
Temp - I've always thought home was more than just a place... it always meant people to me. And since people change, I guess it means people at a certain stage of their lives. If Big N were to go back to that same house in the states with the same neighbors and everything, wouldn't he find it different now that he has to go to school, etc?
Sujai, above, seems happy to be back in India after living away for nine years... but how about those folks who stay away for decades, talking constantly of building a house "back home" and then discover that all those years in vilayet have left them unable to cope with the pressures of living "at home"?
I dont know for sure but I would guess that Suj and her family are part of the new crowd of lucky professionals who live in a time where they can live at "home" without compromising on their career.
Makes you appreciate the times we live in.
temporal
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November 10, 2006
12:50 PM
ams:
it is!
(more than one place)
which is why i wrote home is where the heart is
and
heart being fickle can change locale and still be home
there;)
Sujatha
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November 10, 2006
11:02 PM
Thanks all for your thoughtful comments.
I don't know if it's because I'm going through this right now, but I'm noticing that a lot of people are thinking about these issues. Just a couple of days ago I saw a quote attributed to G.B. Shaw - "I hate feeling at home when I'm in a foreign land." Of course, he might have been talking about short stays abroad, quite unlike the extended stays that people nowadays have to go through. It might be quite a discomfiting feeling not to feel at home for more than three weeks at a time!
Amrita, you're right. Big N's memories of his home in the US may not match up to actually going and living there again and by then I think the joy of living there again might be replaced by the agony of missing all things Bangalore! I think people constantly on the move get used to the feeling - both my husband and I moved every two years when we were kids due to our fathers' jobs (but all our movement was within India and mostly within a state), so at least the cultural environment was the same.
t, nice one on the home/heart concept. :)
DesiGirl
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November 11, 2006
03:37 AM
Suj,
Lovely piece, as always :)
My son is four and half and he is sooo English, it is unbelievable. He wears England t-shirts, has sausages and mash for dinner and speaks with a pukka Essex accent. Even when he plays video games, he has to be England. Now he wants to buy a poppy, to pin to his lapel. As the poppy is for Nov 11, Remembrance Day, WWI, I am sort of, anti and am confused about my loyalties.
Kids!
Amrita
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November 11, 2006
09:16 AM
omg, is that what that thing is? thanks desigirl, i've been watching everyone on the bbc walk around with a poppy on their lapel and i kept wondering what the hell for! [in fond rememberance of the opium war? no? oh well]
btw, if i may ask, why're you anti WW1?
Sanjay
November 11, 2006
10:45 AM
India isn't a home -- India is a hotel.
Just ask people living there who protest over the bombing of Iraq, Lebanon, Afghanistan, but won't say a damn thing when the Indian soil they're living on is bombed.
Now that's what I call a hotel. It certainly isn't a place to call home, if you don't treat it that way.
temporal
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November 11, 2006
10:49 AM
what about brampton?
;)
DesiGirl
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November 11, 2006
11:39 AM
Amrita,
Opium War?! Good one!!
hmmm, lemme say, not eggjactly anti-WW1 but am anti sporting fond remembrances of the Brits who died in the World Wars and everything else in between. Too close to home, as in, they were busy murdering our forefathers whilst happily sponging off us, weren't they?
Amrita
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November 11, 2006
12:33 PM
Desigirl - i see what you mean. but think of it this way, instead of remembering the brits, you can remember the indian soldiers who died in those wars and never quite got their due. of course, that line of thought comes with other arguments but it does solve the brit angle :)
DesiGirl
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November 12, 2006
03:29 AM
Amrita,
There's a whole new post in that train of thot, methnks!
Sujatha
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November 12, 2006
11:47 PM
DG, big problem on had with the cricket matches then, eh? You and your husband rooting for India (do you?) and your son rooting for England. :) We may be confused, but our kids are not. They are very sure of who they are.
t, what is Brampton? I saw Andrew mention it on his Islam post as well.
Sanjay, thanks for your comment.
DesiGirl
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November 13, 2006
01:43 AM
Suj,
100% India supporters and cricket matches tend to become shouting matches. We wanted to go to Lord's last time India visited England but we didn't want a family battle there so ditched that idea!!
But you hit the nail right on the head - he is in no way confused about who or what he is - true-blue brit! Loads of chuckles my parents got thanks to his comments when they visited us in the summer!!
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