https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtEIrSa4IFs
What brought me here:
technology and tribal community movie- search
so i watched a video of durga pooja , drums and celebrations from friends at home on facebook. i was drawn to go back home.
the fall colors and everything, in the usa fall pale to the culture at home, family and people. and im a sucker for that kind of a thing.
but there is all this scientific knowledge here . im a sucker of that kind of a thing too.
and there are problems to solve back home. no one talsk about problems there, just tools. tools give us food and thats a problem in itself.
and i have always been torn between these two.
i keep thinking how can i have both. why doenst india have both.
then i wondered how some communities may be technologically advanced yet preserver their connection to community, earth and people.
i found this
china also comes to my mind
in india, they used to force us, especially women to choose between home and individuality .
home meant love, family, culture,
sarees, temples, festivals, food, bindi, dowry
it became a symbol of oppression for me. i would be loved only if i wore these symbols. i would be treated as human- well, not even if i wore these symbols.
obedience, focus on materialistic things for for respect, and a no meant slut shaming and disrespect and mocking,
individuality- didnt know what that indian owman looked like. some times, they were these ladies with jute bags and sleeveless blouses, cotton sarees, large bindis. people called them bold, daring, dashing- curse words.
In the west, it meant meant education, ideas, change, thoughts.curiosity, minimal living.
but it came in the costme of jeans, hair dyes and avril lavingnes punk music
to have my voice , i had to wear this costume. I rejected the bad costume of my home and with it, went away the good. i didnt want to wear sarees, traditioinal dresses. gold, wear my hair like a girl. anything like a gilr at home. these symbols took with them the love and the human in me. the bonding. the ability to bond. in its place, left hunger and voids. yes these were the vices of the society , the pressure and messages and stereotypes. there were others, like girls dont play sports. it didnt bother me. i played my nationals on the last day of my period. i was 14. I did the long jump- and bagged silver. didnt fele the need to separate my feminity, my sense of self and the sport. i didnt feel shame. nothing. it was just existing . it was me the whole self the whole time. but unfortunately, some other stereotypes got to me. why? because it got to my parents. and they reinforced it at home.
the sam with career. and education. i could choose technology or be human, participate in civic life. social causes.
I wish I didn't have to choose one over the other.
I left home.
What brought me here:
technology and tribal community movie- search
so i watched a video of durga pooja , drums and celebrations from friends at home on facebook. i was drawn to go back home.
the fall colors and everything, in the usa fall pale to the culture at home, family and people. and im a sucker for that kind of a thing.
but there is all this scientific knowledge here . im a sucker of that kind of a thing too.
and there are problems to solve back home. no one talsk about problems there, just tools. tools give us food and thats a problem in itself.
and i have always been torn between these two.
i keep thinking how can i have both. why doenst india have both.
then i wondered how some communities may be technologically advanced yet preserver their connection to community, earth and people.
i found this
china also comes to my mind
in india, they used to force us, especially women to choose between home and individuality .
home meant love, family, culture,
sarees, temples, festivals, food, bindi, dowry
it became a symbol of oppression for me. i would be loved only if i wore these symbols. i would be treated as human- well, not even if i wore these symbols.
obedience, focus on materialistic things for for respect, and a no meant slut shaming and disrespect and mocking,
individuality- didnt know what that indian owman looked like. some times, they were these ladies with jute bags and sleeveless blouses, cotton sarees, large bindis. people called them bold, daring, dashing- curse words.
In the west, it meant meant education, ideas, change, thoughts.curiosity, minimal living.
but it came in the costme of jeans, hair dyes and avril lavingnes punk music
to have my voice , i had to wear this costume. I rejected the bad costume of my home and with it, went away the good. i didnt want to wear sarees, traditioinal dresses. gold, wear my hair like a girl. anything like a gilr at home. these symbols took with them the love and the human in me. the bonding. the ability to bond. in its place, left hunger and voids. yes these were the vices of the society , the pressure and messages and stereotypes. there were others, like girls dont play sports. it didnt bother me. i played my nationals on the last day of my period. i was 14. I did the long jump- and bagged silver. didnt fele the need to separate my feminity, my sense of self and the sport. i didnt feel shame. nothing. it was just existing . it was me the whole self the whole time. but unfortunately, some other stereotypes got to me. why? because it got to my parents. and they reinforced it at home.
the sam with career. and education. i could choose technology or be human, participate in civic life. social causes.
I wish I didn't have to choose one over the other.
I left home.
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