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Dad Wears a Muslim Amulet - But We're Catholic

My father had always worn a Taweej – a Taweej is a cylindrical Islamic talisman you usually wear around your neck, seemingly to offer protection. The funny thing about this was, however, the fact that we were all ardent Roman Catholics who went to church every Sunday and knew the Bible like the topography of our nostrils. This antithesis had earned my father (Deepak Nair, he had a small role in the relation I posted about my experiences on Bodmin Moor) a lot of attention, primarily the unsavory sort after the sudden burst in terrorist attacks this last decade. Honestly, it confused me more than anything, to know that my father who once grounded me for a week for a giggle in church wore an amulet around his neck that was obviously from another religion – indeed, one that was at war with ours pretty much all throughout history. Whilst bemused by this talisman, I didn’t care much – after all, my father could wear all the necklaces he wanted as long as he got me that Burberry trench coat as a birthday present. So I didn’t probe, at least until I graduated with a degree and my father proclaimed that his “gift of adulthood” for me was a trip to India.

Excited? Fucking yes I was. I’d been ‘the Indian girl’ for my then-twenty two years, and it was terribly embarrassing to tell everyone I’d never seen the country I inherited my skin colour and relentless competitive spirit from. My entire family came along, my brothers even took time off from work and post-grad to sit on a crowded plane (“cattle class is the best class,” my oldest brother Arjun sang sarcastically). We went to Kerala, obviously – my parents hated tourist sites and tourist spots so our first stop was at the village my father spent his later childhood in, a small, red-dusted village a few kilometers off the city of Cochin. Embarrassing to say, this was the first time I’d ever seen my grandfather.

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