The Best (?) of Both Worlds WORDS & ART BY Gitika Garg @avantgarg
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I hate to use the ‘J’ word, but growing up is a journey — and a difficult one at that. With the carefree fun of being a kid, also comes the more trying task of navigating through the complexities of childhood and adolescence. Friendships, relationships, family, body image, confidence, parties, popularity… this all-too-familiar list continues. Between fangirling over One Direction and attentively tending to our Nintendogs, growing up also demands us to work through ‘the serious stuff’. You know, the big “who am I?” and “what do I stand for?” identity questions. Needless to say, it’s hard work. So, when you add growing up as a person-of-colour (POC) into the equation, it gets a bit more complicated. As with anything, growing up as an IndianAustralian girl has had its ups and downs. But I feel so privileged to be able to say that my story is a bit different from the culturally-confused teenager trope — that we’ve seen countless times before in stereotypical movies — and rather, a beautiful yet complex experience. My parents have never fit into the conventional strict Indian parents category, for which I am so grateful. There was never an immense pressure on studies or blocked out career pathways or constant comparison. I was that artsy ‘I want to work in fashion’ kid right from the start amongst my sciencyeconomics-focused cousins and family friends. However, what my parents did ensure was that my younger sister and I were closely connected to our culture and home country. We spoke Hindi at home, celebrated every one of the gazillion festivals, binge-watched Bollywood movies and most importantly, visited our family back in Mumbai, India almost every year. Issue 02/2021: Growing Pains
Some of my happiest and fondest memories were made there, eating mouth-watering street food, playing with my cousins and attending extravagant weddings. Through my lens of India, I saw beauty and awe in even the most mundane of places, while others might’ve focused on the dirt-filled streets and polluted air. Coming back to Australia from our trips, I was always so excited to tell my primary school friends about my travels, show them photos and clear away the misconceptions they might’ve had about what India was like. There was never any embarrassment around being Indian or for loving my culture. It can be hard when you look different, eat different food and celebrate different things — but rather than hiding it, I embraced it boldly. And if anything, my friends began embracing it as well (influencer from day one, what can I say?). They would come over to our house for Diwali and Holi, dress up in my cultural clothes and join in the family celebrations. They loved trying Indian food, watching Bollywood movies and standing in front of the TV copying the dance moves. I even threw a Bollywood-themed party for my 10th birthday, where both my Indian and White friends decked themselves out in their own versions of Bollywood attire — it was quite the party for us 10-year-olds. Just to be clear, my entire childhood didn’t revolve around Bollywood (although it may seem like it). I also grew up singing along to High School Musical and Hannah Montana, and it really was the best of both worlds. But I think your environment also plays a big role in helping you navigate your identity. I was fortunate enough to go to very
