Beyond borders.

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“It’s like we lived parallel lives. Thousands of miles away from each in other, in three different countries we watched the same shows and loved the same things.”

No, this isn’t the beginning of a cheesy and strange three way love story. It is just what my friend from Germany observed one day when we talked about the things we loved growing up.

My class consists of people from China, USA, Poland, Lebanon, Germany, Kuwait, Italy, France and many more countries. It is truly a multicultural one and before we started university I didn’t know how people from such diverse backgrounds would get along.

They did.

I would say my closest friends here are a German girl and Indian who spent her life in Kuwait. I’ve spent all 21 of my years in Bombay city but I have so much in common with Stefanie Soenchen it scares me sometimes.

We both grew up watching the same cartoons, are big enough Harry Potter fans to stand for hours at the premiere and she has even grown to like spicy Indian food. We both value our mothers and believe in a God and rebirth. Considering she lived in Germany and I in India, how can we have the same values and priorities? The fact is, we do.

I learnt that Chinese women have the same respect for family and parents that traditional Indian families do, that unfortunately they had the same culture of families wanting a boy child over a girl. A tradition that is fortunately slowly dying in both countries.

I began to realise, it goes beyond just the colour of your skin and the language that you speak.

Spending time with a someone from your own country is familiar and it’s easy but true friendship transcends race, colour and language.

When someone close to you dies, whether you’re African, English or Indian, you feel the same emptiness and the same kind of pain. A good grade makes any student happy, no matter where you are from. When you’re writing an assignment in class, you lean on each other for support disregarding your country of origin.

Our countries, our race, our language they all act as boundaries that keep us away from each other but it is our emotions that bring us close. A smile is a smile, in any language and a tear, is a tear no matter where you come from.

This was the first time I was exposed to people from countries other than my own and it has been a fantastic experience, not only have I learnt that boundaries created by human beings are pointless but that Italian, Chinese and German food when cooked by the locals is extremely delicious!

Published in: on November 15, 2010 at 8:07 pm  Comments (3)  
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3 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Loved it – thank you. :-*

  2. good post.

  3. Truely global! Fantastic!

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