Born and brought up in Mumbai amongst very diverse community, it was not long before I lost my gujarati touch. Idli dosa for breakfast, samosas for snacks and curry getting spicier, everything from food to festival and language got blended. Life was fun. Until I left Mumbai.
Everytime I come across my fellow Gujarati friends/strangers, I always get volley of questions like what kind of Patel am I, what sect, what diety do I worship, etc... Honestly, I don't know. I never asked my parents and they never forced me to know these answers.
Once they come to know that I am weak in speaking my mother tongue, they seem not pleased. I am lectured on how important it is to learn and keep mother tongue. I am not against my parental language, just that I grew up more with mumbaiya hindi. So why is that look which says I am missing something? Not that I care but it does make me feel uncomfortable.
Just the other day in one of the parties, I was relishing chicken tikka and there comes my guju friend and ask me how chicken is. Once I told him it is good, he walks away from me. This started few questions go around my head(Gujus are not supposed to eat any kind of meat...well most of them.) but I started smiling again. He came back with chicken on his plate ;)
Back home, things got more global. All the kids in family and around are more Hinglish than any other language. (Hinglish = Hindi + English(American)). Wonder what's in store for them.