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One Nation Under One God

February 13, 2014

by Mansi Kathuria

I am nine and twelve and fifteen and twenty.

People ask:

“Do you, like, worship cows?”

“Why do you have a god with an elephant head?”

“Can I wear a dot, too? What does it mean?”

“Are you, like, Hindi?”

I am eight and going to Chinmaya Mission. I always refer to it as “my church-like thing.” That way I don’t have to explain.

I am nine. I open a drawer in a hotel room and stare at the bible. I wonder if anybody ever reads it. I wonder why it’s there.

I am ten and my dad gives my sister and me Diwali presents. I’m confused. “Shouldn’t we just wait until Christmas?” I ask.

I am eleven. It is a week after Diwali and strings of lights adorn our house. Our house is the brightest on the block. “Isn’t it a little early for Christmas?” our neighbors ask.

I am twelve and standing in my friend’s driveway in my salwar kameez with thirty other people lighting sparklers and laughing. “Are you celebrating the Sox winning the World Series?” a neighbor asks. We all laugh.

I am thirteen, and all the kids in my class are always talking about Confraternity of Christian Doctrine (CCD) classes.

I am fourteen and my World History teacher is talking about Hinduism. What gives her the right to stand up there and explain the complexities of my religion? I wish I could take over the class.


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I am fifteen and we are studying British literature. As homework, I am assigned to read the beginning of Genesis. I’m angry. My parents are angrier. “You should protest. Don’t do the assignment.” It’s the only time in my life I will hear them encourage me to rebel, especially in school. But I am not that brave; I am compliant. I get good grades. So I read the text.

I am sixteen and my literature quizzes keep asking me to identify biblical symbolism. I am resentful of my peers. Most of them have an unfair advantage.

I am seventeen and doing an internship at a hospital. I walk past the chapel several times during my shift. Why can’t it just be a quiet room?

I am eighteen and I decide to give up something for lent. People ask me about Ramadan.

I am nineteen, a sophomore in college. It is the first time in my life that I won’t be spending Diwali with my family. I Skype them and sing the Aarti with them, but it doesn’t feel the same. After we hang up, I cry for a long time. I have never felt so alone. A couple weeks later I go home for winter break. I spend Christmas with my family.

I am nineteen and shopping at a mall in India. The largest Christmas tree that I have ever seen stands in the middle of the mall.

I am twenty. I sign up for a course called the Philosophy of Religion. I am eager to explore themes across different religions, the origin of religion, and theories of religious pluralism. Instead, I learn a lot more about the Bible. My class should have been titled the Philosophy of Christianity. My teacher is a Muslim woman. I feel sad for us both.

I am twenty-one. I know exactly what is celebrated during Lent and Christmas and Easter. I know what John 3:16 says. I can name different Christian denominations. I can recount the history of the religion. I know the stories of Genesis and Noah’s Ark and Judas’ betrayal of Jesus. I have been to a Catholic Mass and taken communion. I have been to a Christian wedding.

I am twenty-one. I do not believe in god. Not in Jesus or Krishna or Allah. But I love Krishna. And Ram and Ganesha and Shiva and Durga. I love the statues and portraits that adorn my house. I love the songs I sing about them. I love the way they make me feel. I love the way they bring me closer to a family and country that feel so far away.

I am nine and twelve and fifteen and twenty.

People ask:

“Can I wear a dot, too? What does it mean?”

“Do you like, worship cows?”

“Why do you have a god with an elephant head?”

“Are you Hindi?”

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Mansi KathuriaMansi Kathuria is a community organizer, writer, foodie, parental disappointment, nap enthusiast, part-time barista, and first generation Indian-American. She lives in Chicago and is desperately in love with the city.

 

 

 

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