I've always been under the impression that we lived in a
culturally homogeneous society; for the most part of my life , I was brought up
that way. We celebrate Christmas along with Chinese new year, a perfect mash of
the yin and the yang's. Culturally , I identified myself as an ethnic Chinese
but at the same time I exemplified western behavior.
I grew up on a staple diet of western television ; Power Rangers , The Mask & Captain Planet to name a few, but at the same time was equally hooked on Korean , Taiwanese and Hong Kong dramas . Subliminally, cultural and societal norms were being hardwired into my make. For instance I know for a fact that the Americans call the tissue , Kleenex, and the plaster a band aid. I also know that they attend junior and high school in place of our primary and secondary school system all without stepping one foot on the American soil. But in spite of the many things I know , there are a lot more things that I'm ignorant about.
I grew up on a staple diet of western television ; Power Rangers , The Mask & Captain Planet to name a few, but at the same time was equally hooked on Korean , Taiwanese and Hong Kong dramas . Subliminally, cultural and societal norms were being hardwired into my make. For instance I know for a fact that the Americans call the tissue , Kleenex, and the plaster a band aid. I also know that they attend junior and high school in place of our primary and secondary school system all without stepping one foot on the American soil. But in spite of the many things I know , there are a lot more things that I'm ignorant about.
I recalled a trip I had with my family to Hanoi a couple of
years back. Upon clearing the customs I was tasked with bringing the luggages
to the allocated bus waiting for us at the depot, while my parent and my sister
went to exchange money at the local money changer. As I was pulling or some
might say dragging the many luggage towards the bus about 300 metres away;
evidently struggling. A young Vietnamese
boy upon seeing my plight quickly dashed over to where I was.
" Do you need any help sir?" he asked empathetically.
I could have sworn I saw an angel that day, or perhaps it
was the blistering heat that made me see things.
"Yes... please" I said as I pointed towards the
bus to what must have been a kilometer away.
He caught my gist, Enthusiastically he picked up 2 of the 3 luggage
that I was dragging and carried it towards the bus.
"oh my, what a friendly and helpful kid." I thought
to myself, " he must have had really good upbringing!".
Upon reaching the bus , I made it a point to thank that boy
profusely. But the young man just stood there and kept starring at me the whole
time like he was expecting something more.
Wasn't I sincere enough? Perhaps he expected a hug?
I smiled awkwardly at him ,clearly at a lost on what to do
next. The bus driver soon caught on to what was happening and signaled to me
by rubbing his fingers together.
" Oh money!" I gasped, perhaps a little too loud.
I hurriedly sunk my hands into my back pocket to reach for my
wallet, but all I could find was a lone USD$100 note which my mum had handed to
me before we landed. Most reluctantly , I handed over that sole note that I
had.
What I later found out was that it was customary for the
locals to help out tourists at the airport for a small fee . Whereas in Singapore it
would be considered touting; which is illegal in Singapore.
But I took away an important lesson that day , that we
should always strive to be culturally aware especially when you are in foreign
territory. I had made the assumption that I was all knowing about the world but
boy was I wrong. It was truly a humbling experience to say the least!
Cultural Self Awareness
You are who you think you are, because somewhere along the
way ,someone told you that in the first place! Likewise we practice certain
cultures not because we are of that culture, or from that culture but because
along the way someone handed it down to you. Culturally I'm an ethic Chinese,
but I do not practise all of the Chinese culture. Sure, I do celebrate Chinese
new year like the rest of the Chinese populace but compared to my Chinese
counterparts from the rest of the world , there is a noticeable difference in
the way I act or carry myself. It then begs the question, does that make me any
less of a Chinese? Am I who I am because of my culture? Who defines what should
be the proper Chinese culture anyway? To be honest I do not have all the
answers. But if I had one , culture isn't just something you do or act; it goes
deeper than that. At the end of the day, it is a mindset.
Knowledge of cultural worldview frameworks
As earlier elucidated in the above paragraphs , I had
thought that I was all knowing about the world. But alas was I wrong! What I realized is that we cannot know everything. But this is no excuse to stay ignorant, especially
in light of our technological advancement and the prevalence of the world wide
web as a medium and source of information.
Empathy
We tend to view the world through our own colored lens. Looking
at a white piece of paper through our red lens we assume that the paper is red.
Along the way , another person looks at the same piece of paper through a
yellow lens and inevitably a scuffle ensues between both parties. Who is right?
well , neither is because the paper is white. Similarly our perspective on world issues are tainted
with an invisible coloured lens - depending on the way you are brought up ,and
largely in part, influenced by your culture. What we should do then, is to take
a step into the other parties shoe and try to think from his/her perspective. Perhaps
we might even see the white paper in the end.
Verbal and Non-Verbal Communication
Different cultures have different distinct communication
styles. Even down to a simple greeting, in Singapore we generally shake hands, whereas
in certain parts of Asia, like Japan , Korea and Myanmar they bow . While these
medium of communication may be different , their intended message are the
same. I recalled a situation i
encountered while i was working in an engineering firm , The regional manager
from America had just flown into Singapore for a meeting, after the meeting
ended, the Manager went round the meeting room to shake everybody's hands. When
it came to my colleague from Myanmar she bowed instead of shaking his hands,
leaving his hand hanging . It was a really awkward moment to say the least. To
me, it felt a little rude. I couldn't
understand then, why she couldn't reciprocate his gesture, after all it was
just a simple handshake. I later found out from her that a bow was considered
more respectful than a handshake.
Curiosity & Openness
I have always been relatively receptive to peoples culture ,
perhaps being in Singapore, a land of many cultures have honed that about me.
But whist evaluating this portion I do recognize that I'm not a very proactive
person, as in I do not actively seek out different people to hold a conversation
with. I'm happy to observe from a distance and draw my inference from there.