You either convert (atleast give yourself a nice hindu name on this blog) or stay out.

Would you actually be pompous and arrogant enough to suggest that Indian Christians (and there are quite a few of them) not post here unless they use a “Hindu name”? Sorry, rhetorical question. [linky]

Mind if I cut in, Eric? Thank you, you are too sweet.

Ah, the politics of nomenclature, a subject I am completely sick of…whether it involves self-identification or the process and meaning behind my own name, it all makes me so weary.

I won’t delve into the former, but I will heroically belly flop into the latter. My name isn’t good enough for anyone. Malayalees wonder why I have my “house” name, since apparently that’s uncommon among my “I-have-two-to-three-first-names-but-no-surname” cohort, people who aren’t Brown wonder why I have an “American” or “Western” name, when I’m obviously part of a more exotic faith and non-Mallus, especially Northies for some bizarre reason, wonder what my REAL name is, because it can’t possibly be Anna, even if I am a Jesus-freak from the dirrrty South (of India. Y’all).

The best situation is when I am rebuked for my “obvious”, self-hatred. Predictably, the disapproval usually comes from non-Desis but I once notably received similar treatment from two recent South Asian immigrants. Here’s what a convo with the unBrown sounded like:

“No, really, what’s ‘Anna’ short for?”

“Nothing.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, just tell me. ‘Anna’ can’t be your REAL name.”

“I’m not, I have nothing TO tell and I promise you, it is.”

“Come on…you shouldn’t be ashamed of who you are.”

“Do you do this to White people named ‘Anna’ as well? I’m massively curious…”

Something else which leaves me curious: how surprised certain readers are when I tell them Mutineer Vinod is Christian like me (he’s Catholic, in case like Razib, you know about such things and care). Damn it, Vinod. Quit confusing people with your stealthy, appositely-Hindu-sounding name. ;)

It almost seems unfair for any of the 26 little letters (in this language, at least) to bear the burden of so much responsibility…even if they are divided into groups, before being sent out on “Mission: NAME”. So what. Do the letters “A” and “N” look THAT strong to you? Even if I have matching sets of each, in a powerful palindrome formation, are they sturdy enough to bear the crushing weight of history, religion, tradition and parental devotion? Pah. Be serious.

:+:

In 1994, I discovered the Internet. Yes, that would make me the tech-tard among my co-Mutineers, half of whom told Bill Gates what to do after he hired them straight out of their Montessori preschools. ;) Pine was aight, but IRC…ah, the hours I wasted on reality-numbing IRC, absorbing all that “Channel” Kerala had to offer this uber-Bounty Bar of a sorority girl. I also played around on various newsgroups, like ACK. THAT is where I learned what a “flame” was, ladkas and ladkis. And I still remember a particularly fiery comment or email, which burned like fresh habanero paste applied to the eyes. It was something like…

”What do you know? You’re not Hindu so you’re not a real Indian, now STFU.”

Shudder

Eric, I would’ve been so happy to respond back with an answer like yours…

Eric, what u christian (assumption from the name) understand about us Hindoos.

A pretty lame assumption. Both of my parents are officially Jain, and in reality (like many Jains) practice a syncretic blend of Jainism and Hinduism. Ever heard of Indian immigrants giving non-Indian names to their kids? [linky]

But I couldn’t say that. Both of MY parents are officially Jacobite, and in reality (like practically no Mallus) they practiced a syncretic blend of the Indian and Greek Orthodox traditions.

And that’s when the “confusion” first reared its shitty, unwanted head. Could I be “Indian” without being Hindu?

(I’m skimming through this after writing it, and as I read that last question, I heard Sarah Jessica Parker’s voice instead of my own, while picturing the letters getting tapped out on her fake Mac screen…go on and enjoy that wee bit of random if there are any SATC-heads out there)

Could I be a “real” desi while introducing myself with a boring, biblical name? If I didn’t partake in any of the rituals or festivals that the ISA would have held at UC Davis, had they not been banned the year before I commenced studying there, could I still be down?

We all know the answers to all of that pookel/thooni-gazing NOW, but when I was 18-19, I wasn’t anyone close to the adamantine terror I am today.

All of this emotion, brought back so quickly it made me light-headed, by a careless comment that has now been…recanted? It was apparently meant sarcastically? Look, I do not doubt that the person who was having that dialogue with Eric was sarcastic; if he says he didn’t really mean it, I’ll buy that and I’ll take a case of it, thanks. What I don’t feel like purchasing is that icky, “you don’t belong here” vibe, which I hate, like all mammals do. I especially loathe it in this space, where I want everyone to feel welcome, jackasses, bores and eeyores excluded.

Even if you don’t mean stuff like “either convert or get out” or “use a Hindu name as your handle on SM”, I’m left preoccupied by what sort of history nurtures such sentiments, which are tossed out sans souci. None of us is innocent; we all have to brawl with very powerful inner forces, which threaten to ruin the best parts of our souls. We all have thoughts we would never admit to, in public, especially on the Internet, where nothing ever goes away.

I’m not singling anyone out or expecting admissions of guilt, but I hope that deep inside each of “you”, the “OnlyHindusAreIndians”-monster doesn’t lurk in the dark, lush emotional rainforests within. I’ve read criticisms of this blog which insist that such terrible demons do exist, that SM smells like mean spirit, nationalism, J-I-N-G-O and Jingo was our name-o. That people who are not

straight

affluent

Y-chromosome-carrying

descendants of that famed post-1965-era

of immigrants from India

aren’t welcome. I heard that and first I was bothered, then I was saddened and finally I was serene. I’d prefer to affix the prefix “Polly-“ to my non-Hindu, Indian first name and believe in the best of our little Sepia-colored community.

I do apologize for the lame assumption.

Apology accepted. Sorry for not noticing the sarcasm.

Ah, and there it is. My faith in the collective goodness of SM’s readers (which never wavered) is vindicated. :) Doesn’t Pollyanna sound like it could be a desi name? Especially if given to a Mallu child whose siblings are Paul and Penelope? ;)