Indian peoplehood is older than the British Raj, older than 1947, and older than the H-1B file. Named kingdoms, a modern republic, many languages with their own scripts, and religions that are not interchangeable — Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian, Jain, Buddhist, none — are literacy for the desk. They are not a lecture you give a parent who came in for a waiver.
History for the meeting
1947 Partition of British India into India and Pakistan is the modern political break. Millions moved. Mass violence. A line that still sits in some Minnesota rooms as family memory and in others as a history class. It is not a speech you give the family. It is not an icebreaker. Bangladesh 1971 is a neighboring story. Do not mash.
What people brought
Writing is not one script. Devanagari, Tamil, Telugu, Gujarati, Malayalam, Gurmukhi, Bengali, Kannada, Arabic-based Urdu, English. Many elders read a script that is not Hindi. Some do not read any of them. Second generation may not read the language of home at all. A notice in the wrong script is a closed door.
What people brought: a language that may not be Hindi, a religion that may not be Hindu, family obligation, education as mobility and as pressure, foodways that are not one curry, a memory of a state and of a village. What they met in Minnesota: an English form, one “Asian” checkbox, a U.S. word already used for Native nations, and often one interpreter labeled “Indian” or “Hindi.”