so as a way of really leveraging the bombay experience, i’ve decided to write for a paper that covers the indian community in the U.S. this is what it’s like:
1. at the office, people speak in hindi to one another and i’m sitting there having no idea what the eff is going on. and this feels normal to me at this point. that is weird.
2. this woman keeps calling one dude “babu” and i always think she’s talking to me. this would not happen anywhere else.
3. i see the receptionist drinking chai (real masala chai, not the bullshit from coffee shops here) and i look at it longingly hoping that he will ask me if i want some.
4. they gave me a work phone, which i guess someone else used to use. because this it:
5. i covered an event and ran into friends of my parents’. one auntie chick came over and grabbed my face like i’m a five-year-old while i interviewed a film director. this was the moment when the whole india thing, which, while i was IN india, never really struck me as related to my indianness, came full circle. i was like oh, HERE it is.
so basically, points 1 through 4 are like the experience at wogue, without the bitchiness, the fashion samples, and me forgetting underwear on the first day of work. yay remembering underwear!!