One of the most interesting things about growing up in Australia whilst being of Desi decent(either Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi- or from anywhere in South east Asia) is the expectation that you have to hold onto a) religion b) customs that belong to the motherland of when your parents migrated to Australia- i'm talkin' pre-1970s c) be bilingual d) the pressure to become the perfect Desi wife.
I'm going to share part of my journey, being Australian born and adapting to a whole new world of people, customs and the art of survival in the Desi World, in particular, the Desi Wives world. It's a place where comments fly out of wives' mouths in the chaos of suburban dinner parties where four families and 20 kids are crammed into a tiny house or when the best meal served by the worst cook, is examined then dismissed by the wives and then praised by the over weight biryani loving husbands two weeks later.A strange world? As one aunty said on my last trip abroad, "DAARRling, compromise, you must try to be a good wife". Trying I am :) but recording the events as I go along. Perhaps therapy would be better the option? But being part Desi, means I'm too tight to pay - I'm taking the other option and sharing it with you :)
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