About a month ago, it was brought to my attention that my mannerisms had become extremely Indian. Rather self conscious, I tried to stop.
But I don’t think I have.
My face is a lot more expressive as I speak. I twist my hands around, like I’m dancing or something. I shake my head back and forth when I’m saying yes. And when I’m saying no.
(I swear there’s a difference in the head shakes. In fact, I bet that’s how Indians weed out the real Indians from the fake Indians – if you can spot the difference, congratulations. You can pay for the Indian citizen ticket.)
Anyway, I shake my head a lot. And I have to eat pickle at every meal.
Even my English has an Indian influence now; I use phrases like ‘first class’ and ‘dickey’ (and ‘pitchy-pitchy’ and ‘gijy-bijy’, but I think that might just be a my-grandma thing) and I ‘haah’ and ‘hoon’ and ‘hoi’ like a pro.
I sure hope people understand me when I come back, haha.
-July 19th
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