My First BBQ... mine or the houses?

We have this interesting dilemma of possession and ownership in my family. I have to say, through American culture, I've learned a lot of "me, me, me, my, my, mine." But Indian culture says, "With family, what's yours is mine, share, share share."

Take this example I experienced today... Mom, brother and I have been searching for a BBQ. Mom grimaces at the talk of buying a BBQ because "It's for meat (she's vegetarian), it uses charcoal (which to her is chemicals), it's not environmentally friendly, it's expensive, the list goes on and on... Brother wants a BBQ for steaks and meat slabs. Shobs wants a BBQ for grilled stuff at her party. Does anything happen? No. So, Shobs goes out and buys a BBQ. She does it with her money so that way it can't be returned by her mother (which often happens, when parents control the dough). She buys a new BBQ from Home Depot, a simple, small, personal grill. She comes home, puts it together... not a single word of opposition is heard. And then suddenly at dinner, the Shas3 family has a BBQ! Our new baby! Mom wants to grill her garden zuchini and tofu. Brother wants to grill chunks of meat. Who makes the ruling? Shobs. She owns the BBQ, she makes the call.

I've decided that my BBQ is a veggie lover, there will be no meat on my grill and that's to honor my mothers veggie household. Got it? Good.