Wednesday, February 08, 2006
It's weird how people don't pick me for an Indian. They don't even pick me for a Sri Lankan or Bangladeshi. Nope. In the past I have been mistaken as an Indonesian, Polynesian, Cambodian, African, Egyptian, Torres Strait Islander, Maori and a Chinese-African mix (political incorrect term- chegro).
What's even weirder is that other Indians don't pick me as an Indian.
For example...
Today while riding on the bus, an obviously North Indian family of four bustle in. Mom, dad and boy about 8 and a girl about 6. The bus was crowded so mummy daddy and the boy take a seat a couple of rows behind me. The little girl sits next to me. And immediately starts talking about who I am, where I'm going, that she'd just been to zoo, the snakes were really scary and so on... cute little girl... so I patronise her asking polite questions and smiling a lot. Couple of stops later, about 50% of the bus empties at the interchange. Suddenly Papa calls out from behind... in Hindi.
"Poonam beti. Idhar chali ao. Seat khali ho giya."
"Nahi papa. Mein thik hoon" she replies back indignantly.
"Nahi nahi. Abhi idhar ayo." papa's getting pretty mad.
"Kiu?". Spirited little girl isn't she?
"Kiu ki, timhare pas jo byatha hai. Woh bahut bura admi hain. Abhi idhar a!"
Hmmm.....
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