Indian in amrikaa part 2
The best place to observe all these lovely people is at the airport. Most of the 'NRI public' (I love that phrase) would be at their accented best.
So you would hear 'Dilli English' with the American twang, you would have American bong and the best the Hindi English. So while the first 2 would be probably on the phone, the last would be to people around especially if it is a couple who know there are people nearby. So you would hear, 'we sood have the baarger. Maine bola tha you should get the stuffs. I was staying for 5 years here so I don't have issue. O God, you are so phunny. Osum it is. '
Next in line are the newly wed wives of the long settled in Amrika lads. I hate to be sexist but I guess the newly wed husbands of the long settled wives did not really stand out or maybe it was just a wrong day at the airport. They would keep looking here and there very scared and hanging on to the husbands' coattails not that the man in question would know any better.
Then there would be the non NRI bunch. This would mostly be the IT crowd (the industry which made US travel the equivalent of going to Pondicherry from Bangalore) calling their friends to tell them what is the alcohol they are bringing back and when it should be opened and duly partaken!
But the best of the lot are the old uncles and aunties. With nary a care for security and iffy American rules about who gets to board when, they would be making a beeline for the doors the minute the flight is announced looking very annoyed at the officials who try to tell them there is a certain order for boarding.
More on the flight I guess, I need to polish off a few beers!
So you would hear 'Dilli English' with the American twang, you would have American bong and the best the Hindi English. So while the first 2 would be probably on the phone, the last would be to people around especially if it is a couple who know there are people nearby. So you would hear, 'we sood have the baarger. Maine bola tha you should get the stuffs. I was staying for 5 years here so I don't have issue. O God, you are so phunny. Osum it is. '
Next in line are the newly wed wives of the long settled in Amrika lads. I hate to be sexist but I guess the newly wed husbands of the long settled wives did not really stand out or maybe it was just a wrong day at the airport. They would keep looking here and there very scared and hanging on to the husbands' coattails not that the man in question would know any better.
Then there would be the non NRI bunch. This would mostly be the IT crowd (the industry which made US travel the equivalent of going to Pondicherry from Bangalore) calling their friends to tell them what is the alcohol they are bringing back and when it should be opened and duly partaken!
But the best of the lot are the old uncles and aunties. With nary a care for security and iffy American rules about who gets to board when, they would be making a beeline for the doors the minute the flight is announced looking very annoyed at the officials who try to tell them there is a certain order for boarding.
More on the flight I guess, I need to polish off a few beers!
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