Dress like a native, and so I wear my Indian gear ... that seems so in fashion, whether its a nose ring, loose kaftans and kurtis or a bindi.
Talk with an accent ... which is quite well imitated by Russell Peters, who funny as he is, is a boring stand-up. Not all Indians have pronounced accents and most of us are quite well educated. I imagine he goes to areas that hype his thoughts and reads 'funny' language ... how they speak English ... whereas he never does think 'at least they do'.
I of course laugh at his Chinese mimicry ... Be a Man! I say learn Chinese. They are ruling our everyday material needs.
Eat well, everyone loves 'curry'.
Drive. And I speak literally. If you have no vehicle, don't wait too long for the bus. It might just never come.
Make love? Like an American, a free emotion that can blind you with its honesty and free fall. In India, closet chapters, muted conversations and Bollywood romances belie the land of Kama Sutra. Sure, the internet revolution has brought 'things' to light and online relationships have sparked life ... my country is still gnawing hunger pangs. Hunger for sex that wont be taboo, wont be a secret rendezvous. And yet, the culture that makes people survive 'porn' is what makes it blessed. Like the way, innate values and personalities matter ... and just just looks. Everything is so superficial here. But, in America, everyone has a chance at life ... and that's what I love.
A chance most Indians might never get - as a totally accepted norm Love after the 50's. E-harmony___ a website for those over 50, looking for mates and soul mates, when youth is lost. I'd laugh had I been in India ... but really, I'd laugh with joy.
When in America, you know your worries about bad bowel movements will have a respite, and this is the best, for everywhere there are Rest-rooms ... I don't have to look for a bush to pee ... or a wall, decorating perfectly clean places with a paint - yellow or dread.
Alright, there can be no contest between the East and the West, but someday the twain shall meet. There is hope, for spirituality is awakening here in the West. It's an ember that I observe being fed by scholars, Gurus and books ... and most of all, the individual craving to go beyond the self.
All I write is superficial still. I will grow and learn, imbibe.
Talk with an accent ... which is quite well imitated by Russell Peters, who funny as he is, is a boring stand-up. Not all Indians have pronounced accents and most of us are quite well educated. I imagine he goes to areas that hype his thoughts and reads 'funny' language ... how they speak English ... whereas he never does think 'at least they do'.
I of course laugh at his Chinese mimicry ... Be a Man! I say learn Chinese. They are ruling our everyday material needs.
Eat well, everyone loves 'curry'.
Make love? Like an American, a free emotion that can blind you with its honesty and free fall. In India, closet chapters, muted conversations and Bollywood romances belie the land of Kama Sutra. Sure, the internet revolution has brought 'things' to light and online relationships have sparked life ... my country is still gnawing hunger pangs. Hunger for sex that wont be taboo, wont be a secret rendezvous. And yet, the culture that makes people survive 'porn' is what makes it blessed. Like the way, innate values and personalities matter ... and just just looks. Everything is so superficial here. But, in America, everyone has a chance at life ... and that's what I love.
A chance most Indians might never get - as a totally accepted norm Love after the 50's. E-harmony___ a website for those over 50, looking for mates and soul mates, when youth is lost. I'd laugh had I been in India ... but really, I'd laugh with joy.
When in America, you know your worries about bad bowel movements will have a respite, and this is the best, for everywhere there are Rest-rooms ... I don't have to look for a bush to pee ... or a wall, decorating perfectly clean places with a paint - yellow or dread.
Alright, there can be no contest between the East and the West, but someday the twain shall meet. There is hope, for spirituality is awakening here in the West. It's an ember that I observe being fed by scholars, Gurus and books ... and most of all, the individual craving to go beyond the self.
All I write is superficial still. I will grow and learn, imbibe.
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