I had read about the culture shocks. I had heard about the culture shocks.I had even imagined about culture shocks. But had never been unfortunate enough to experience one for real ! This incident goes back a few months when i had to work on a case competition with an undergrad student in the business school. Now, this kid I was to work with, was absolutely brilliant. I was totally in awe of the fact that how comfortably he could do sensitivity analysis and play around with numbers on a spread sheet. While i was breaking my head on break-even analysis, these guys in my team started talking about the "Bikes". One thing I have realised over the years is that when guys hit on such important and critical discussions, expecting them to concentrate on work is similar to expecting Eskimos buying a refrigerator. Anyhow, I gave up all the hope of getting any work done that day and tried to engage myself in that conversation, which was again a foolish idea. My attempt at being tomboyish and trying to understand the mileages, the gears, the rockers and the shockers was all a waste! Anyways, so this undergrad american team mate of mine was talking about the bikes he had driven and wanted to drive. He suddenly mentioned about his experience while driving Harley-Davidson. Now, no matter how ignorant i might be in this field,but i for sure know about H-D. So i was interested to know more about it. I casually asked him - "So how and where did u get hands on a H-D?" He replied even more casually - "oh that,well..my mom's boyfriend has one. And he is my bumchum, so he lets me drive his bike." I took 5 minutes to come terms with the fact that he was so coolly talking about his mom's boyfriend. And it took me another 5 minutes to realise that he was close to being best frenz with that dude ! I think he was expecting a 'wow' or a 'cool' kinda phrase from me, but all i could say was - "what !!!! ???" He was surprised to see me surprised. But luckily he didn't understand the reason for my astonishment and i somehow completed the sentence - "what !!! ??? ---long pause--- i mean, thats nice he lets u use his H-D". I kept thinking about it for a while that how things were so different for the people in the west. Imagining a replacement of either of our parents is close to a nightmare.
Yet another revelation which I came across was that there can be as many homes as the number of members in the family. A team mate of mine had mentioned that his hometown is chicago. Having seen close knit families in India, I assumed that his family must be staying together as well. On our recent visit to chicago, he said he would be staying at his mom's house. Now, what was that supposed to mean...huh?? For a moment, I was again taken aback with the concept of Mom's house and Dad's house. It took me a while to realise that kids don't stay with their parents once they start going to college. This dude has started looking for an apartment for himself in the same city.
I cannot help but appreciate the closeness which we share with our family and relatives in India. When i was moving to Mumbai for engineering, there were absolutely no second thoughts about me staying with my masi(maternal aunt). Well, may be thats what we call difference in cultures !