What's cooking?
Hmmm... Green Dal, and Jeera Chawal.
See, wasn't that so easy to answer?
The question I hate the most, rather the one for which I never have an answer is "What's up?". Nine times out of ten, (in my head) I want to say "Sky". Once in ten times I blurt out a "he he, nothing much", and grin like an idiot would.
Americans are supposed to be friendly people. Well, they are. Friendly, sweet, sugary, syrupy... icky. Seriously. It gets to me at times. What with the girl at the mall or the guy at the cafe or the chappie at the fudgery going "Hey, what's up? How's it going?" and putting a stop to my "hmmm"s and "eh?"s with a "Have a good one you guys."
And let me warn you, it's not just a "Hey" or a "how's it going?". It's a "Heeyyyiiieee" and a "hooow's it goooing?". The singing puts me off even more.
You know why I get miffed by all this "Nice-ness" or "Nice-ity", it's because it's all fake. They don't really care. Why would someone say "Have a nice day" while we cross paths on the pedestrian crossing? Do I know that someone? No. Will I ever meet that someone again or remember his/her face? No. Is he/she a neighbour willing to become a friend? No. Arbit, unwanted niceness I tell you.
I'd rather have meaningful conversations through G-talk or over the phone that begin with "B%^*h" or "Oye, Dharti pe bhoj, kya haal hai", or a simple "Poo". These conversations I have with people I know. They are with my enemies, relatives or worse, with friends. These are people who I would spend time and money on. Most of these people spend atleast (and thankfully) time on me. Some spend more, and some, a whole lot more.
And when they ask questions, I have answers. However unrelated they might seem to someone not in the know.
Q: "Paris Paris Paris?"
A: "No, only H and L came and went"
Q:"490 done?"
A:"Ille, I cooked and cleaned"
:P
Today the courier guy came with my Chocolate and Larouse (yeah yeaah yaayieee!!!) and said "Are you Di... Diii...ummm Diiii Why ah Shee ttall". You can be rest assured I made a face, snatched the parcel and slammed the door at his face.
See, wasn't that so easy to answer?
The question I hate the most, rather the one for which I never have an answer is "What's up?". Nine times out of ten, (in my head) I want to say "Sky". Once in ten times I blurt out a "he he, nothing much", and grin like an idiot would.
Americans are supposed to be friendly people. Well, they are. Friendly, sweet, sugary, syrupy... icky. Seriously. It gets to me at times. What with the girl at the mall or the guy at the cafe or the chappie at the fudgery going "Hey, what's up? How's it going?" and putting a stop to my "hmmm"s and "eh?"s with a "Have a good one you guys."
And let me warn you, it's not just a "Hey" or a "how's it going?". It's a "Heeyyyiiieee" and a "hooow's it goooing?". The singing puts me off even more.
You know why I get miffed by all this "Nice-ness" or "Nice-ity", it's because it's all fake. They don't really care. Why would someone say "Have a nice day" while we cross paths on the pedestrian crossing? Do I know that someone? No. Will I ever meet that someone again or remember his/her face? No. Is he/she a neighbour willing to become a friend? No. Arbit, unwanted niceness I tell you.
I'd rather have meaningful conversations through G-talk or over the phone that begin with "B%^*h" or "Oye, Dharti pe bhoj, kya haal hai", or a simple "Poo". These conversations I have with people I know. They are with my enemies, relatives or worse, with friends. These are people who I would spend time and money on. Most of these people spend atleast (and thankfully) time on me. Some spend more, and some, a whole lot more.
And when they ask questions, I have answers. However unrelated they might seem to someone not in the know.
Q: "Paris Paris Paris?"
A: "No, only H and L came and went"
Q:"490 done?"
A:"Ille, I cooked and cleaned"
:P
Today the courier guy came with my Chocolate and Larouse (yeah yeaah yaayieee!!!) and said "Are you Di... Diii...ummm Diiii Why ah Shee ttall". You can be rest assured I made a face, snatched the parcel and slammed the door at his face.
posted by DSK at 6:45 PM
9 Comments:
Ms Sheetallll!!!
Cook with Larousse man... post some pics of the disaster food. Let me have a good laugh atleast.
God knows work and in general.. lofe is dull these days!
blah.. sigh!
Shruti:
I don't make disaster food. Here the rule is, You eat what you get. So nobody dares complain!
This comment has been removed by the author.
"Arbit, unwanted niceness I tell you."
Was that specifically directed at me or is the unwanted niceness also arbit in nature? :P
And yes, Some do Spend a whole lot more!
Nice Writeup... Ho yah these American way of friendship... starts & ends in elevator.
Done or not?
I see a beautiful halo around face! Shining with the might of a duty well done!!!
Jo
Ditto ditto to Jo's Question.
And if you can't beat 'em, join 'em Shee. :)
Next time the courier guy struggles with the name... correct him. With the right Indian pronunciation. And don't let him go till he gets it right. A smattering of Tam profanities might also be fun.
Nee vay mudh!!
yay yayyy!! :):)
And now you can cross your fingers and hope nobody reports for abuse :P
Arbit: Arbit, unwanted niceness was not directed at you :P
cm-chap: Thanks :)
Anon: I doos duties of diligent friend. That's all. I is has glow for that :P
Deepbluesea: Me thinks conversation should start with "Naaaiii" and end with "Saavgrakki".
Arbit again: So just because you know to say that, you think you have a right to all guys belonging to my community? Here's your punishment... What's "nee vay mudh" in Konkani? In Marathi? In Kannada? In... :P :P
Post a Comment
<< Home