While this is not a new topic, I do like to touch on this subject every now and again. In India, I’m stared at by more aunties than men – something I’m sure other foreign girls or intercultural couples here in India can relate to.
When I’m out with DN, we’re always being stared at by one aunty or another. Which, to me, is mostly amusing.
Here are some examples of the types of aunties that stare:
- Incredibly Concerned Aunty
This aunty has no trace of anger, just concern. She can’t fathom why we are together.
- Suspicious Aunty
Suspicious Aunty is probably generalizing me as a stereotypical “Westerner”, and sending negative energy my way.
- The Docile-Looking, Genuine Curiosity Aunty
This aunty is calm with a sweet face, it’s just that her eyes won’t stray from me. She’s most likely trying to understand me.
- The Analytical Aunty
This aunty appears to be analyzing me from head to toe, as she tries to calculate whether I’m foreign or an Indian national with really pale features. (And as long as I don’t open my mouth, they usually never know.)
OR, she’s really trying to figure out who I am and what I want with that poor innocent Indian boy. (DN)
DN would lovingly dub them: Sherlock Holmes ki Chachi, which means “Aunt of Sherlock Holmes”.
- Angry Aunty
Angry Aunty probably knows exactly what’s up – and she doesn’t like it. If looks could kill…
We both find ourselves rather amused, especially by the aunties that stare with a face of pure shock. We can imagine that they are thinking things like, “Oh god, she’s going to ruin this poor boy!” or “I’m going to tell your parents!”
In life, when someone makes me uncomfortable, I find humor to ease my discomfort and often embarrassment. I am shy, so I get embarrassed easily. I feel miserable, my cheeks burn, my face turns tomato-red. It’s not pretty. I used to really feel when aunties would stare at me with their burning laser-beam eyes, but I toughened up a bit. I can ignore it as second nature, and when I do see it, I am just so amused!