Indians cannot wait to part with their bodily fluids, and saliva is no exception. Everyone spits all the time and everywhere: no respite from spit in India. What are they trying to do? Is it part of a nation wide distributed grass root mandatory irrigation project that I did not know about? Are they trying to fend off the next drought?
Archive for March 1st, 2008
Growing up we did not have much, but that did not stop us from being happy. Childhood is the best season of Indian life. Back then extended neighborhoods were still the norm: our front yards mingled with each other unaware of fences or formalities. We walked in any house without invitation; we got scolding from any parents without inhibition. We were fed, watched, and disciplined by all. We were the neighborhood kids, all twenty there of us.
Okay, the title is annoying. It is dishonest, and what the heck is luv. What language is that? But I won’t get into that right now – may be another time. There are some Indian fascinations that baffle me. More importantly, they vex me. I am not talking about individual idiosyncrasies, we all have them. I am talking about the things that captivate the countries collective soul. Things when mentioned, Indians everywhere proudly to say, “Oh I luv it.” And that my friend, is far more annoying than the title.
Indians love their movies. Most Indians thank me for saying so, oblivious to the irony. A rare few, suspicious of my tone, would look at me funny and say “So?” The absurdity is not self evident to them, and they need someone to explain to them. Let me explain then.