OTM #37: Diner

During fall break, I went home to see my family as I usually do. It was super relaxing and peaceful, and great to see everyone again. In a cartoonishly funny coincidence, though, I got invited to the same diner three days in a row. It’s one of my boyfriend and I’s favorites, and every time I go there I get the same thing – I can’t help it, the spinach and feta omelette is so good! Funny enough, the server was also the same each day. I was certain she’d recognize me, embarrassed about how silly I looked. On day two, I was saved; she either didn’t recognize me or chose not to acknowledge my repetitive eating habits. But day three, she brought it up. Even though she was sweet and happy about it, I felt like I was in a second-hand embarrassment scene in a sitcom. Right after calling me out for coming again, she asked for my order, and I avoided eye contact as I ordered the same thing for the third day in a row. Embarrassing. But so good. It was worth it.

S3 Scribble #3: Jubilee Street

“I am alone now, I am beyond recriminations,”

Fall Break was a wonderful staycation spent with friends as well as with my brother, who is now a freshman at the University of Michigan. Most notably, I went with my brother to see Nick Cave in concert at the Masonic Temple Theater in Detroit. In summer 2020, which I spent at home due to the pandemic, my love for Nick Cave’s music and friendship with other fans was a very bright spot in otherwise dark times. I became a superfan, and my family was dragged along for the ride by virtue of proximity.

“Curtains are shut, the furniture is gone.”

Seeing Nick Cave perform (and perform many of my favorite songs) live seemed like a full-circle moment for me. “Jubilee Street” is one of my favorite songs of all time (I encourage any music-lover to check out the “Live in Copenhagen” version of the song) and hearing it being performed live in front of me as I watched Nick Cave play the piano was surreal. There he was, the artist who creatively inspired me during some of the most hopeless days I can remember, right in front of me, this time under completely different circumstances. He was not wearing a mask; neither was I. I became a fan of his in high school and now I am in my senior year of college, living away from home yet still fortunate enough to enjoy the show alongside my brother. 

“I’m transforming, I’m vibrating, I’m glowing,”

It is fascinating how times change. Scary, yes, and stressful, but reflecting on where I was when I first began listening to Nick Cave and comparing it to where I am now, I am so incredibly impressed by and grateful for how far I’ve come. While I may constantly be hoping for more from my life, I realize that I have plenty of time, and my evolution up until this point is something worth celebrating. After the concert, I had the privilege of meeting Nick Cave himself, and he gave me a hug. I think that healed a piece of me that has been waiting for that moment since 2020. I realized once again how his music makes me feel like everything is going to be alright, as I know it will be. I think I may need to incorporate more Nick Cave into my life again, and I will start with this quote from one of my favorite books – his very own “The Sick Bag Song:” “Stop now! Let it go! You are completely enough!”

“I’m flying, look at me now!”

Listen to Jubilee Street by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCGyhMyH2GE

The Indian Artist, Final Year: Welcome Back!

Good afternoon! I hope that you are all doing well. My name is Riya Aggarwal. I am a senior majoring in Molecular, Cellular, and Developmental Biology with a double minor in Art & Design and Sociology of Health and Medicine! If you are new to arts, ink., welcome!! Thank you for taking the time out of your day to indulge me and read what I have to say.

Last year, I presented a newer “Revamped” column where I made the transition into combining my love for art with my commitment to medicine. As it is my final year at the University of Michigan, it is bittersweet for me to present the last iteration of my blog: The Indian Artist, Final Year.

After 3 wonderful years of growing with and expanding The Indian Artist, I am exciting to wrap up the column by reflecting on my undergraduate experience, talk about the exciting next chapter of my life, and continuing to stay true to my Indian heritage and roots. I am in the process of finishing up my biggest art piece to date and cannot wait to share it with you all!

Once again, thank you to new readers for joining me and to all returning readers for continuing to tolerate my subpar writing! I will be posting weekly on Sunday evenings this year. Please feel free to reach out to me or comment if you have any questions, concerns, or thoughts! If you would like to see my work, please feel free to check out my website and follow me on Instagram.

Until next Sunday,

Riya

Instagram: @riya_aggarwal.art

Website: https://theindianartist.weebly.com/

Wolverine Stew: Aimless

I have a headache

I treat it with two ibuprofen pills

And drink them down with bean broth from the garden back home

Mixed with tattered bits of veggie bacon

That I took back here in a Tupperware container

The ones with light blue lids that pop when you press them on

Never thought that would remind me of home

But still makes me smile

And all my thinking of silver hands and standing stones

And jumping with banshees to avoid the last stair of the fire exit

That only goes down and not up for some reason

Lets me get out of that feeling of my face being wrong

The hair glued to the scalp

And the air feeling too still 

And I don’t mind the mosquitoes

Putting a bump on each of my right fingers

Because I get to wander and look at mushrooms and cobwebs

And send pictures and recorded rivers to Mom and Dad

Smiling at the texts they send back

Because I like to share the earth in photos

And at night, when I don’t need to write about headstones

(One of the few times staying up ‘til 1 AM feels good)

I’ll spend them watching Bella Lugosi and listening to jellyfish lofi

But this time, I don’t laugh alone

Words flowing between like a two-stream-at-least river

And that will always be enough   

Mixed on Campus #10 – Sophia Davis

Name: Sophia Davis
Mix: Khmer & White-American
Major & Year: Astronomy & Astrophysics; Junior

Q: How has being mixed affected your campus experience?

A: It’s a bit of a bittersweet thing. I grew up in the Memphis metro area where there is a pretty decently sized Khmer community. My only issue was that I did not see a lot of Asian people in general in high school and in my day to day life. I come to Michigan, and I have met not only more Asian people but mixed people as well that understand the uniqueness of coming from a mixed background. While I have been happy to meet people that I can relate to and understand what it means to mixed, I have met very, very few people that are Khmer. It has been hard keeping connected to my culture when I’m so far away from my hometown, and I don’t see my family as often. It was a bit isolating at first, but it’s been more of push to go out of my way to stay involved in my culture.

Q: What do you wish more people knew about the mixed experience?

A: I wish more people understood that it is my choice how I identify and present myself. I grew up in a conservative southern town where I never quite fit the mold. With my dad being white and my mom being Khmer, I was born into a dichotomous cultural upbringing. I was either “too Asian” or “not Asian enough” just depending on who was making the judgment. I did not feel like I had a sense of community as I had no one to relate to identity-wise. Yes, there was my everloving mom, but how could I manage to look at the woman that gave me life and tell her I was ashamed of the gift she gave me? Yes, there was my younger brother, but how could I place this burden of thought upon someone I am supposed to uplift and inspire? It became such an omnipresent issue that it even began to translate and present itself in other aspects of my life such as academia. There were cultural expectations to succeed and never fail because the work I put in is a direct reflection of my family. There were societal expectations such as the “Model Minority” that negatively reinforced damaging stereotypes. For me, these standards often clashed with each other, creating my toxified perspective on education and school. I wanted to be the best because I felt as if that was what was expected of me by everyone. There was also nothing worse than putting countless hours of work and effort into a project only for the praise to be followed by “because she’s Asian!” Coming to Michigan has transformed my racial imposter syndrome. It was oddly cathartic to see so many multiracial people that understood the exact emotions and situations that I had also experienced. I loved being able to talk through it. We learned from each other, listened to each other, and continue to help uplift each other. I still struggle with it, but I am learning as I go. It is more than okay to love all of myself while recognizing the privilege and struggle in my identity. How I define myself is not based on anyone’s expectations or preconceived notions whether that be family, friend, or stranger. I am not meant to be told what I am; I tell others about myself.

Mixed on Campus was inspired by the Humans of New York project. The purpose of Mixed on Campus is to give a voice to this university’s mixed community and shed light on its members. Being mixed means to be multiracial, multiethnic, and/or a transnational adoptee. Through Mixed on Campus, mixed students have the opportunity to have their portrait drawn and share their experiences!

World War III

My mother is not dying 

But as distant brothers and sisters lose their living 

I can’t help but imagine her memory slipping

Unable to recount bad days in Burbanay

Singing songs of found peanuts in the rain

 

How do you reconcile being one in a million 

Shouting silently in a sea of the same 

Seeing seasons of violence but only shouting one name

 

 “Support us now for when your democracy falls

While we take steps to kill them all”