This year has been nothing but a rollercoaster. In more ways than one, I’m even more confused about what I want to do or what I’d like to be. But with that being said, I’ve picked up on a few things–not only from class and the readings and the discussions, but through the extra research and content that I’ve come to find very relevant.
I wouldn’t normally do this, but given that this is our last blog post for ASTU, this one’s a bit more personal and jumbled (like my severely ADHD’d brain.)
So I’m going to make a list.
- CAP has made me realize that this world is very, incredibly, sickeningly f*cked up.
- CAP…thank you, I now read and watch the morning news while getting ready every day. I have the Economic Times and CNN news alerts on my phone every hour…mum and dad are proud
- ASTU: although I’m not the best student, and sometimes I don’t understand what’s going on (thats on me), I’ve learned that there’s never only one reasoning behind anything. You can be as twisted as your brain allows you to be…as long as there is textual evidence to support your statement. Fair, completely fair.
- I’ve learned that I can be entertaining in an informal setting, but never quite at par in a formal. For example, whoever is reading this—probably thinks I’m crazy. haha, jokes on you I am.
- Okay, I’m not doing a list anymore.
The past year in ASTU has brought my attention to the function of memory and how everyone’s experiences with it are different. While some suppress them, others are able to write entire novels–detail by detail. The human brain allows us to store visual images, sounds, smells, and conversations of more tragedies than happy events. How depressing is that? With the stories, poems, and movies we’ve analyzed, I have found a new interest and appreciation for other author’s shared memories and experiences. During our last term, we read The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid, and I can honestly say, I haven’t enjoyed a novel quite like that in a long time. Not only is its theme relevant to where we stand in the world today, but it also sparks a passion for a discrimination that almost seems relatable.
Ironically, I was born on September 10th–a day before 9/11. Not even the same year, but somehow, every year some jack*ass points out the very original, “Ashi, you were born and the world collapsed. And you’re ‘brown’ too; is your family a bunch of terrorists?”
What.
Coming from generations of soldiers, generals, and army doctors, I’ve heard gruesome stories from family members of what war was like; how my grandfather had to run 6 miles through a forest somewhere in India with his best friend almost dead around his back. How my uncle kept a gun on the breakfast table while he was eating just in case there was an intruder. My cousin, paralyzed from the waist down after being shot at in the middle of an attack. These stories are all around me, and I have great appreciation for the people that served both my countries, India and the United States.
But. That doesn’t make me a terrorist? Not even close. We’re fighting on the same side.
The Reluctant Fundamentalist made me realize how easy it is to be so f*cking ignorant. People don’t think before they speak anymore, and it really has come down to the skin colour that you are..something you literally cannot help, and as a “brown” American citizen in the Trump era, you are bound to hear something. In my opinion, Mohsin Hamid did a really good job capturing the thought process and impacts such racial profiling has on an individual. How do you expect someone to not want to retaliate after they’re treated so poorly? Everything is a matter of perspective and ASTU has opened my eyes to looking at the other one. Living in Texas and Georgia most of my life, I almost felt brainwashed into thinking the same way patriotic citizens do.
“F*ck those immigrants; why are there so many shootings and attacks”
I am/ once was an immigrant.
Perspective.
As a visual and auditory learner, movies and media have always helped me understand things better. Hence my appreciation for short films and movies revolving around issues such as 9/11 and racial profiling. Movies and media have the power to make you feel like a part of the scene in a way a book sometimes can’t. Theres not much space for imagination, but the impact can sometimes be a lot more. American Sniper did that for me. Although I am not one for violence, I understood why there was so much hatred from both sides. They were both protecting their own people. There was discrimination on both sides, both sides were alienated, both sides had casualties.
Anyone with a gun is/was just as much to blame as the next. We’re all the same, everywhere around the world. We all have the same motives. We all hurt and we all fight for what we believe in. The cycle won’t stop; I just wish it was something people could accept.