Borrowed Pride
Borrowed Pride Isn’t it ironic how we, as people, often begin to value something only after an outsider appreciates it? As if the worth of what we possess needs validation from someone we subconsciously deem superior. Until then, it remains ordinary. Overlooked. Taken for granted. And what better example of this phenomenon than us, Indians - when it comes to embracing our own culture, heritage, history, and values? Somewhere along the way, we internalized a silent hierarchy. A belief that if a “white” foreigner admires something, it must indeed be extraordinary. But when it belongs to us, it becomes mundane. When I was in Rishikesh , I encountered people from all over the world who had traveled thousands of miles solely to learn Yoga . Not for leisure. Not for a trend. But with genuine reverence and curiosity. Almost every foreigner I spoke to expressed deep admiration for Hindu philosophy , traditions, and spiritual practices. They weren’t casually interested, t...
