The Desi Trailing Spouse

I know, the defense has been done for a while now. But that doesn’t change the fact that a post-doc is sort of a state of limbo for the trailing spouse (there are a lot of good blogs linked from this one, if you’re interested in the issue). The Hero’s on his way back to India (I’ve been here for a while for not-so-nice-non-visa-related reasons) and we’re off looking for jobs starting next week. I can take my life (and career) out of deep freeze starting next week.

The unwritten code declares that it’s bad manners for an Indian Wife to make even a sort of oblique reference in public to things that might not be quite right in her life. Indian Women usually like to top each others tales of “adjustment” and moments of “not quite suffering but have been quite the martyr”. The previous generation usually tells us how much worse they had it. Think, “Ha! I juggled motherhood, finances and assorted family obligations when I was younger than you now…”  So when it comes to a sense of community, there’s not really much positive support to be had when things hit a low.

It’s not easy to be a trailing spouse at the best of times. After all, you’re constrained not by your abilities or your wishes but by circumstances and logistics. It’s not easy to be an Indian Wife, ever. It’s true what the Suraj Barjatya movies say, an Indian girl marries more than the man, she marries the entire family.  But when you put it all together, even with the right person, it can honestly be a nightmare sometimes. (and also, I acknowledge that I feel incredibly guilty blogging these words. But what must be said, must be said).

So now that things are moving in the right direction, it feels incredibly relieving. My resume’s dusted and ready. The Hero’s got his interviews lined up, and well, we’re ready to roll. Now, if the fates would just very kindly smile down upon us… Wish us luck! :)

The Return

I’ve talked a little about how friends reacted to the news that we’ve decided to move back to India for good. Today, it’s time to talk a little about how family reacted when we first told them.

In a word, disappointed.

Remember, the two families involved are not the kind who depend on remittances from abroad. There is no ulterior motive to them wanting us to  stay in the US. Yet three out of the four parents (the odd one out being  The Hero’s father) would rather see us live happily in the US than move back to India. Not that it’s been said in as many words but that it’s been made evident in many other ways.

When Deepti (the NY one) left a comment on one my posts saying the difficult part is yet to come, I didn’t really get what she meant. But now I do. Returning from the US is seen by some as the ultimate failure. There are a million speculations. Did we not get jobs? Were we fired? Was it because of my PhD? Whose idea was it to return; his or mine? Did we really manage to save any money at all? What do you think the real problem is?

It doesn’t bother me. Not one ounce gram. But since the ones asking these questions are friends and friends of friends and neighbours and relatives of neighbours of my parents, they care. I’ll change my name to Lachcho Rani if they’d ever admit that it bothers them. But it bothers them. And this causes them to speculate why we want to move back. Occasionally, my mother will ask a hypothetical question, “What if either of you gets a great job offer from the US?” And I always have the same reply, “Not for a million dollars, ma.” Well, that’s a lie. For a million dollars, I’d surely seriously consider anything. But you get the idea. The hypothetical questions range from the very obvious, like the one above to the very devious, “Do you realize that if you live in India there will be more visitors than in the US?” And I always reply saying, “But the number of days they stay is so much lower! No six month long visits driving you insane…”

Besides, on a very relevant tangent, don’t people realize that it’s a zillion times easier to deal with inconsiderate guests in India? They don’t stay as long, you can hire people to cook for them, clean up after them, and drive them around. You can hide much longer in office than in the US and hey, it’s way cheaper. Also, don’t people realize that the lack of a green card/visa is no longer a deterrent to most evil in-laws? (mine aren’t evil but this is just a tangent) I’ve seen worse joint families in the US than those in India. So no, if you think you can hide from nosy family in the US, you’re sadly mistaken.

Coming back to the point at hand… I realize that our generation is the first in a long, long time where living in India seems to be a lucrative option. Those of us moving back aren’t doing so out of filial obligation and duty. We’re not moving back because we’re afraid of raising our (as of today non-existant) children in the US. We’re not worried about the exchange rate or the savings. We’re not moving back out of a sense of patriotism. Or out of some kind of misplaced idealism. We’re moving back because it makes sense…

Here are the top 5 reasons why you might want to consider moving back to India right after you earn the highest degree you wish to earn from the US:

  1. There are dozens of opportunities in India and many are a whole lot more accessible because guess what? You’re a citizen! You can work, make money, start up a company with cheap labour, be spiritual, make money off of people looking to be spiritual, the possibilities are endless… By the time you get around to possessing the coveted Eagle Passport, your dreams are probably gone, anyway.
  2. As of today, it’s probably easier to land a job in Bangalore than in most of the US. (Austin may be an exception.)
  3. The trend is towards being based in a country without losing out on opportunities to work elsewhere.If dollars are important to you, you can continue to earn dollars while also being able to afford to pay a maid, cook, driver, istri-wallah, and odd-jobs lady.  What’s more, you can actually feel good about yourself for doing so.
  4. You’re closer to your parents. This means you don’t have to worry from a distance and fret every single time they fall ill. And trust me, they’re growing older and they will fall ill. No amount of wishful thinking is going to change that.
  5. Your kids can grow up in an environment of brutal competition and toughen up a little. On the downside, you can’t really write a bestseller because everyone around you is doing the same.

Are these the reasons why we’re moving? Not really. Then why are we moving? Because we don’t really want to live in the US full time. “Why don’t you like it?”, mom asked. “Why don’t you eat fish, ma?”, I asked my staunchly brahmin mother. “We just don’t like it!”

Of Values, Judging, Understanding, and Letting Go…

“Do you know what your greatest strength is?”, my father asked me this morning. “You can rant, scream, get it all out of your system and then go back to being perfectly normal. Not everyone can let go of things so easily.”

It seems so perfect, doesn’t it? It sounds as though I have no stress, no hang-ups, no guilt, no regrets, no simmering anger over things that seem unfair… At the mention of the word fairness, we come to my favourite topic (has anyone noticed my move back to Indian spelling?) My pet peeve as it were. (A better word might be eccentricity).

I grew up listening to my mother reading me Vikram Betal stories from Chandamama every summer. At the end of each story Betal poses a complex moral question to which Vikram always has an answer (well, he does in all Chandamama stories). This probably explains the origin of my obsession with fairness. That’s not to say I’m always right. But I’m always willing to engage in debate if someone’s willing to discuss the issue.

Does it matter really, in the long run whether someone is right or wrong? Should that be the basis for whether or not we support them? Everyone has their own personal set of values. Some of these values we acquire from our family and the rest we pick up on our own as we go through life. It’s not important to me that everyone always agrees with each other or with me. But it is important that everyone should at least understand what drives the other person. Especially when the other person is important to you.

Of course, there are some socially accepted mores. Consideration, basic respect for individuals, leaving newspapers and bathrooms the way you found them… You don’t go about insulting people to their face or being racist. But such areas of clear distinction are few. It is far more likely that the same issue is viewed by two people in completely different ways.

If it’s important for someone to feel appreciated, who are we to judge them as needy? If someone believes that age doesn’t really bring authority, why should we decide they’re un-Indian or disrespectful? Is restraint a good or a bad thing? Is avoidance better than confrontation? Who draws the line between assertive and pushy?

As I go through life, I realize that what’s most important to people is not being right as much as being understood. But making the effort to understand is a completely different story…

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