You can take the Indian out of India but you cant take India out of the Indian !

I went down town to the area where it feels most like home here in Oslo  - Grønland. It's where one of my favourite stores is - one which is full of undiscovered treasures of different textures, smells, familiar banter & then  mixed in are treasures that make you feel close to home, & then the few that stir a childhood memory  - yup its the Indian - Pakistani grocery store. From dals, to all the masalas to make a perfect curry to ready-made rotis, paneer, Indian green chillies, coriander in bunches, bindi, haldirams, frooti and maggi this IS my treasure trove of all things home !

Today I went there on the  'we need more rice' trip. After trying a variety of rices available here in Norway nothing came close to our good old sona masoori, we (well more me) decided to stick with the Basmati from the Indian store. Cost wise it is identical to other rices here,so no we are not being posh unlike in India where Basmati rice means your having guests to dinner.

As I was saying - walking home I couldn't help laughing at myself lugging back this 5kg bag of Basmati India Gate Rice - nothing screamed 'I'm Indian' more than that and to make the picture more realistic I had 3 other shopping bags strapped across me and one very aromatic bag of briyani take away.

Sitting on the couch at home still laughing about it I remembered the Chumbak poster we have up in our loo - ' You know your Indian Because.. ' and so many times when friends have come out of the loo here they've laughed and remarked about one thing up on the poster than resembles what we have ..

1. Yes we own a pressure cooker (2 infact)   
2. Yup a rice cooker too
3. The toilet mug is tucked away in the corner (transported all the way from India)
4. The house doesn't smell of tomato, onions and garlic but they are 3 ingredients that can be produced on demand (curry patta &chillies included) 
5. A whole shelf dedicated to tupperware a.k.a  the collection of plastic haldi stained dabbas by the dozen  (this one is infectious a lot of our friends here now have their own personal dabba collections minus the haldi stains) 
6. Correct the fridge is jam-packed with leftovers in the above mentioned dabbas

And

I definitely have my 5kg bag of rice !!

Leaving me with the conclusion .. that you can take the Indian out of India but never India out of the Indian ....

Sufficient Enough Thank You's

In Norwegian Thank you is 'Takk' and the equivalent of Thank You Very Much is 'Tusen Takk'. However whenever I have used the Norwegian versions here in day to day life I have always felt like it was lacking a punch of some sort, or never conveyed my gratitude enough -  but I could not quite put it in words.

I've just read an amazing book called 'Mornings in Jenin'  (as a side note a must read) and it so happened that around the same time i was playing with the impact of 'Takk vrs Thank you' I came upon a paragraph that just explained what I felt.

**"Thank you" I answered, unsure of the proper American response to her gracious enthusiasm. In the Arab world, gratitude is a language unto itself, "May Allah bless the hands that give me this gift"; "Beauty is in your eyes that find me pretty"; "May God extend your life"; "May Allah never deny your prayer"; "May the next meal you cook for us be in celebration of your son's wedding...of your daughter's graduation...your mother's recovery"; and so on, an infinite string of prayerful appreciation. Coming from such a culture, I have always found a mere "thank you" an insufficient expression that makes my voice sound miserly and ungrateful.**

I liked the simplicity with which this paragraph echoed my thoughts, and also made me realise how a simple word like 'thank you' differs culture to culture, how using another word in place of the one we have learnt to use takes a very long time to seem right or at the very least enough to express the way we feel.

If at a level of 'thank you' there is such a huge cultural difference imagine how much more culturally understanding we need to be in a world where the starting point of most issues is religion and culture..

Nice to Meet you .. Oops We've met! Of Norwegian pleasantries

Scandinavia in general has a interesting set of social greetings that you exchange but one particular one has got my interest :

'Takk for Sist'
So when meeting someone for the first time you ofcourse extend out your hand and say ' Helen, 'hyggelig' (the second word basically translates to 'nice to meet you'). Now initially I made sure I said nice to meet you because thats a clear indicator you don't speak the language but in the aim of 'integration' I've started using the word hyggelig which of course leads to a response / conversation in Norwegian and me looking a bit confused and waiting for the correct time to say 'err I'm sorry I don't speak norwegian yet'. So really I squash the aim in a matter of seconds but that's an entirely different topic :) But one must remember this greeting is used only the first time you meet the person.

Subsequent times that you meet this person you are going to be using the term that interests me the most 'Takk for Sist'. Literally this means 'thank you for the last time' and could be extended to either it was nice meeting you last time or thank you for the fun time we had together or the lovely dinner etc you get the picture. What's even more interesting is that time is of no consequence. The *LAST* time could even have been a year ago ... so this is clearly where my problem begins.... my most recent experience went something like this ... 

Helen: Hei, Helen, Hyggelig

Person: Hei Helen, Takk for Sist .. 

Helen in her mind: **BIG Oppss !!**

This is usually the point where I then feign ignorance of what just happened ...I think I'm just going to stick to my safe pleasantries in english and definitely ones I can wangle my way out of when met with situations like this :)

Clearly Norwegians have a  better memory than this Indian ...... Must Be All Fish !

Thank God Its Friday - More Like ..Yummy Its Friday !!!

In Norway they seem to have this fantastic work tradition of 'honouring' the last day of a working week. Each company has their own way of doing it ..In a friends company on a friday a fresh oven baked batch of Pain au chocolat arrive at the office as a mass email is sent out and everyone gathers to devour them. In my husbands company they have 'Friday Beers' the canteen fridge is stocked on a friday and post work whoever wants gathers for well ... some beers, another friends company also has beers and sometimes a games night AND in our company friday means one thing .. YUMMY HOT WAFFLES .. at about 11:15 the smell starts wafting through the office and the call for lunch comes must faster :) We also on most Fridays have a wine lottery which I've won once .. ah the joy of taking home a bottle of wine on a friday.

The weekend here is sacred and everyone knows and appreciates that. Emails from friday morning onwards all end with a customary have a great weekend attached to it, there is no sense of guilt or apology that the weekend is here - that its time for you to take a break (sometimes in India i felt that .. hence the comparison). I love that together as a company with your colleagues you welcome the weekend and have something to look forward too after a week of work ..

I normally work from home on a friday, but for  fridays i come into work like today - i can always be sure that there will be fresh waffles to greet me, make my friday happier and welcome the weekend in all its glory !!!

Have a Great Weekend :) 

Do-It-Yourself : Norwegian Style

DIY is almost like a gene embedded in every Norwegian. From simple handy craft projects to complex building of walls, patios, laying their floors, building their kitchens, cleaning their homes, maintaining gardens that are storybook worthy .. you name it and I will find a Norwegian that's done it .. and all of this comes with a self pride of being able to create & build their own.

Coming from a country like India where most of the time there is someone to do things for us ... this concept was well a bit alien not to mention absurd. Why should I build something in my house when i can get someone to do it for me without me lifting a finger, or just buy it right off the self. That parts slowly changing (not that i've built anything apart from ikea) but in small ways I'm starting to understand that pride of doing it yourself...

Thanks to friends here I've had my mini introduction to this .. with friends B & T we not only picked apples from the apple trees in their garden (this itself was a treat for me) we then proceeded to make jam, marmalades,chutneys.. out of it, then sterilize the bottles and then stored them, also add apple pie to that list .. In India I would buy home made Jam .. now i have my own cupboard full of homemade jam = a certain sense of pride of doing it myself

                                                

With my other friend M she re-introduced me to Knitting .. now I'd done this once before as a child for SUPW and honestly it seemed like the most painful thing, leaving my grandmother to finish my 'piece'. Never touched a needle after that labeling it something i would do when i was well at an age i thought would be appropriate. With nothing to do on 4 hour bus rides everyday knitting seemed like a perfect occupation and I started off .. I've finished a scarf for kiran a hat for myself and decided Tina needed one to mark her visit to Norway and made her a hat as well. This morning I put on the hat i knitted myself,and was strutting around almost wishing i could point at it and say 'yup made it myself' (a norwegian would probably point at their sweater and say the same back to me) = a certain sense of pride of making it myself.

                                                   

Over Christmas B decided we should make christmas decorations and happy was I when she asked me to join, with the forewarning that my creativity skills were umm questionable. Forewarning in hand we started and by the end of the evening we had these beautiful advent candle stands (sorry about the bragging I'm still in awe)and later on something for the front door. It sits proudly on the centre coffee table at home and when Tina saw it and refused to believe we made it .. well no guesses what feeling came out = a certain sense of pride.

                                                   

I think what truly enables them to do all this is 1. the time: their work life balance is almost an art form the rest of the world needs to learn. And 2. their ability to enjoy the simple things of life, in its most basic form and from that stems the need to create things yourself. (I'm not ignoring the fact that getting things done her comes at an insanely high cost and hence DIY makes even more sense - but that aside there is no denying the force of their DIY gene)

I hope this DIY gene will stay with me, and maybe I will have some new found skills when i return to India = no shortage of jobs for me :)

To the Norwegians who have introduced me to this .. thank you and hey you know who to call when you needed some labour, all in the name of cultural understanding ;)

Copenhagen and What FIRST'S it Brought To My Life

Just the other day i was thinking about Copenhagen and the most amazing time i've had here, the people I've met and well the things its driven me to do --- all of which take me closer to well 'Completing my Education' as my dearest grandfather says :)

So here it goes.. a List of moments, things I've experienced, love & learnt to love.

I ....

1. Have eaten raw fish and decided im not going to to do this again Ate Raw Fish (the danish love their fish and oh Raw is even better)
2. Experienced Proper Snowfall & an amazing Snow Fight - Love love love it !!!
3. Built a demented Snowman - Love it even more :)
4. Have eaten Reindeer and decided i like them too much to eat them and also they dont taste so good.
5. Tasted Akvavit & Snaps and realised they give you the worst hangovers !!
6. Experienced -8 feels like -16 temperature ... this i think I'm going to have to get use to
7. have learnt atleast 3 Drinking games ... and all around our dining table. This is what happens when you have swedes, australians, danes, new zealanders around you ;)
8. have been introduced to chuck norris jokes and now might be a mild addict - Kristina, Kicki its alll you ;)
9. have been to a micro brewery and had a 5 course beer menu :)
10. Walked on a frozen lake .. this was the coolest it took me 4 days to gather up the courage to do this, i was conviced it would break :)
11. Walked home barefoot in 0 Degrees cause my feet could not take my fancy shoes no more
12. have cleaned the streets of Christiania (with mr. menon & mr.mathure included) got yelled at for dropping a bottle in Christiania and we were given brooms to clean it up ..
13. Now eat a leafy veggie salad and voluntarily make one for myself most evenings .. tomatoes and me in salad are still not best friends though
14. have learnt that even if no one checks tickets here you buy one nonetheless. TRUSTING everything & everyone blindly is now easier for me.
15. know now that roadrage and bad driving is where the Indians and Danes connect
16. like lighting candles at any time during the day the night the afternoon i love buying candles .. they keep me warm !! I understand the candle festish now
17. am Convinced Glogg Wine & Julebrygge Make Christmas Better :)
18. have become a plumber, carpenter and electrician out of refusing to spend 18,000 INR to get a visit from each :)
19. have been to one of the oldest amusement parks at the best time .. Christmas at tivoli
20. think i've mastered the art of making butter chicken
21. have bought the most expensive bulb in my life - cost 1500 INR (this the most basic one too)

I know im going to be updating this list .. but for now ... this is a start :)

On Being Indian

I've never had so many conversations on India, being Indian or what India is about since I landed - right from not believing I’m Indian to asking me questions about India and suddenly realizing I’m not quite sure of the answer. In many ways its made me realize how BIG my country actually is and how we really form such a small part of this Country called India. I was always proud about being Indian but suddenly there seems this bigger pride, I can't quite describe it, this deep deep passion for India i didn’t know existed within me.

Conversations on India can last several hours over lunch and dinner tables, and ideologies or situations we grew up with and came so naturally to us suddenly seem difficult to explain and even more difficult for the person across you to grasp or even begin to understand.

I'm sure some would laugh at this, but personally for me here ... every day brings me closer to my country & makes me look at it & understand it from a whole different perspective !!!