My first blog post and of course it has to be about me and my innate gujju-ness. I didn’t realize that I was a hard-core gujju even when I left home and Gujarat for studies in Mumbai (maybe because Mumbai is half-filled with gujjus). Anyways, back to the topic, I first realized I was a Gujju when I joined my B-school and despite being in Gujarat there were very few Gujjjus there. The hard-core gujju realization came when I met the very Mallu and my the-then boyfriend (now, unfortunately for him, hubby).
The factors that made me realize that I’m a hard core gujju:
- My fascination with the language and culture
- My constant craving to find another person from gujju-land and connect with him/her
- My loudness in both – volume and dressing 🙂
- The sky high leap at the sight and smell of gujju food
- The high propensity to invite people home for lunch/dinner (sometimes I surely sounded like Hansa, “Hello.. How are.. Khana kha ke jaana ho!”
I am very proud to be a gujju. And most of the people sense my gujju-ness but for those who don’t, within five minutes of meeting me I tell them 🙂 Even in my office everyone knew I was a gujju. In fact, am sure there would be people who wouldn’t know my name and would probably be calling me as the “loud and over enthusiastic gujju girl”.
Like a lot of people, unconsciously or consciously I might also be stereotyping people based on where they are from but I don’t hold it against them. I feel we all should feel proud of our origin and heritage and should try to keep it alive in us and to spread it around. Am always happy to meet new people and blurt out my over-enthusiastic and often immature perspectives in front of them.