Indian in Bilayat (Amrika)


It is not funny how many Indians there are in the States. For instance, there are lots of Indian taxi drivers, who immediately start talking in accented Hindi and then switch the radio to stations which play old Hindi movie songs. I am not sure why, I have never listened to them in my life and I definitely don't want to. Ofcourse they keep telling me that NY is not a good place and people are struggling here and India is always a better place. Dude, have you seen the cab/auto drivers back home? They would love to trade places. Except the Bangalore auto guys me thinks, they wouldn't be able to fleece as much or break the road rules.

Then the other day, (let us not get into why) I went with a bunch of people to some 'Dusshera mela'. It was the day I landed in NY and I had the surprise of my life. I land from India and here was India again. I couldn't spot a single foreigner. It was like a whole city had just emigrated and decided to celebrate Dusshera. I even had dinner at an Indian restaurant, naan and chicken curry!

One other time, I had stopped at a Dunkin Donuts (ya ya what America runs on). On an aside, their food is quite yum. If I were to have a bacon, egg and sausage filled sandwich on an every day basis I would definitely want to be running. So back to DD. Here the people serving, cooking and manning the cash till were all Gujjus. And they were speaking to each other in Gujarati. We (the group of people I was with) even got a sandwich free because we couldn't make up our minds, ordered something and then wanted something else a few mins later. Yoohoo brown skin, brown skin bonding I guess.

I have come across Bongs (well being Bangladeshi should count a bit), Punjabis (they all drive cabs), Gujjus but not a single Mal. What a pity. I was hoping some steak house owner would be a Mal and would be giving me the finest cut at half the price. Hey, the bakery guy at the Bangalore office cafeteria gives me better service because I do Mal bonding.

To top it all, I had biryani at Times Square! Made by an Indian (or was he from Bangladesh). Touted (by friends around me who had presumably forgotten what biryani is) as the best biryani you can get, it really didn't whet my appetite and I was left wondering if this was the best, I really wouldn't want to eat some of the passable ones.

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