Forging an Identity

Recently, i have been thinking about how good it was to be a blend of various cultures after receiving an earlier comment about the topic. Really it is good and many times, i enjoy it immensely. It gives one a view from all angles and makes one more considerate and tolerant. Sometimes, though, I can relate to what Vidia Naipaul wrote of in so many of his books. I identify with his writings. At times, his writings may be harsh when they examine the Indian community in Trinidad but i understand what he is saying.
We are really a strange set of people. We look Indian. Many people assume upon seeing us that we are Indian by birth. By race we are. In Trinidad we call ourselves East Indians/Indo-Trinidadians. In the US we call ourselves "Asian/Pacific Islander/Other." I happen to be humored by that. However, we open our mouths to speak and we confuse the daylights out of people. I can only imagine what people must think, and some say out loud too, "I thought you were from India." Now see, our accents can be tamed but when we get lively and excited about something, the Trini-ness comes back full blast....or when we are conversing with other Trinis. And another thing is that we do not speak Hindi. I mean, we are Hindus; we have preserved our religion really well for 161 years. We say our prayers in Hindi though and we learn the meanings of what we say but i have learnt that there is traditional chanting and then there are my English prayers that are pretty much like the book of Psalms in the Bible.
What we have undergone is what many immigrants here are seeing. After three generations in a new country, the children will only know the language of the place they are living in. Now, I am fifth generation on my father's side and fourth generation on my mother's side. So i am 4 and 1/2????????
I am Indian by race, but West Indian by birth and in addition, I was born in Trinidad to a father of Trinidadian heritage and a mother of Guyanese heritage. Now we live in the US and we share some of the culture of this country also.
Many times, it leaves me confused because people are supposed to have some sort of thing to identify with. like a common ground. I guess for me, Trinidad will be my common ground but at the same time, it does not fit well. It is like a piece of a puzzle that is either too big or too small. I guess it is too much to think about. I would much rather just say that i am an inhabitant of the world.... That much i know.