Daily Post : Outer Layers

Daily post : Outer Layers

The topic, ‘Outer Layers.’ brought back memories of my first couple of years in Canada. I remember a Canadian gentleman came to visit my husband and me in our apartment in Gander, Newfoundland. The discussion was centered around me getting a job as a teacher.

He said there was a vacancy in the local trade school. He was positive I’d get a job there or he’d help me get the job. Among other things he mentioned my dress, ‘Your dress is beautiful,’ he said, but he wasn’t quite sure about the reaction of the students.

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It was my second year in Canada, I felt terrible thinking my dress, ‘Sari,’ would be unacceptable to the students. I thought about it for a while, I decided I wasn’t going to take the job if I wasn’t allowed to wear a dress I was used to, I didn’t think it was not appropriate to wear my dress.

Next morning I got ready and went to the, ‘Trade School,’ my intention was to tell the Principal, whose name was Van Kesteren, that I did not want the job.

When I told him I did not want the job, he was surprised, he  looked at me, and said, ‘Are you sure you don’t want the job?’ I said, ‘Yes,’ and left the school.

About a year later I got a call from the Superintendent of the local school board, he said, he wanted to see me at my home. It was a short interview, he said nothing about my dress, he told me there were two vacancies in their school one was, fourth grade and the other seventh grade, which grade was my preference.

I settled for grade four, I remember my first day in school. I wore my Sari, the nine year old kids had no objection about my dress, they were thrilled to get a teacher who was different in many ways, she wore a dress they never saw before, they accepted me as their homeroom teacher with pride.

I am proud of my dress it clearly shows who I am, where I came from.

Once my husband got upset with me because I spoke to him in Bengali.  ‘do not speak to me in Bengali,’  he said.

‘Why?’ I asked.

‘Because,’ he said, ‘I spoke to my patient in Bengali.’

I laughed and said, ‘What’s wrong with it, by looking at you they know you’re not a Caucasian, and if one or two words in Bengali  came out of your mouth unintentionally, what’s the big deal?’

After this incidence he never said anything about speaking Bengali.

………………………………………. 🙂

 

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6 thoughts on “Daily Post : Outer Layers

  1. Dear Ranu,

    I like your post, as it highlights the diversity we all share with one another. Language and clothing, in different cultures, are major ways by which we can display our diversity, while also knowing deep down that we are in unity with all other human beings.

    All good wishes,

    robert

    • Dear Sonya,
      Thank you for understanding, why I didn’t want the job. I was not interested to take a job where I’ll lose my identity.
      My Dad worked in many places, we went with him everywhere, we grew up in places other than our original home. Dad always told us
      we can learn any language we wanted to, but at the end of the day, when we come into the house, we must speak Bengali and nothing else.
      That stayed with me, forever, even though I was only twelve years old when he died. 🙂

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