I don’t need to be lazy today, but I did want to share this excellent post with y’all from a blogger named “Raju“. I’m sure he won’t mind:
The journey to India starts with a flight from my small local airport to a large international airport. I am usually the only person of Indian descent on the plane. My town is small enough that I usually see someone I know every time I go the airport. I am an American. I talk like one, dress like one, and I don’t emanate unpleasant odors. All passengers board the plane in an orderly fashion, and we depart.
At the big airport, we exit the plane like ordinary people. If I have time, I shop, eat, drink, etc. Otherwise, I proceed directly to my gate. Naturally, I encounter many more Indians. They behave themselves. Indian Browns are still very much in the minority at the gate. Still, I can feel the angst – the excitement of visiting the homeland. We board the plane in an orderly fashion, and we depart for Europe. I usually go through Frankfurt.
In Europe, we exit the plane like ordinary people. All the Indians gather at the gate for the plane destined for India. Everyone is well behaved, as one would expect. After all, Indian immigrants are doctors, engineers, professors, entrepreneurs, or students in an advanced field. The parents speak with Indian accents, the children speak with the accents of the regions in which they are raised. When the brown children get loud, the parents quickly quieten them. Now is not the time to be obnoxious. “Shshsh!” The parents seem to say. “The Germans are watching.”
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He’s got some really interesting stuff on his blog. He’s got wonderful travel photos and keen insights. Thanks Ragu!