Monday, April 24, 2006

Indian Parents, American Kids

Yo.. never cease to admire the slippery slope that some Indian parents find themselves in.. when they handle American born kids. At the heart of the problem.. a couple of misunderstandings, one each on the kids and parents part.

But, i am tempted to ignore the kids's misdoings only because they are young. I am more intrigued by the parents's misguided views, that baffles kids (and quasis alike).

Bottom line, parents have to not only acknowledge but understand that kids born here are more American than Indian. This fact needs to be understood, its plain and simple. I simply dont understand the whining parents go "look at my kid.. does not follow indian culture, is not patriotic about India.. blah blah"... It is perfectly right to be annoyed if kids brought up in India are like that, but kids brought up in America??.. Thats a dandy.. they dont have American passports for nothing, US is their country and West-Life is their culture.

I am not saying, we should let them run loose and be a nutjob smoking weed out of a hose, but at the same time we cannot and should not expect them to feel too intrigued by APJ Kalam (as much as we love and respect him).

Its a fine line, we cannot force Indian culture on them (that itself is a turn off for an American Kid), we should make them glean and inculcate the good of ours with the best of America's. Sometimes recognising the fact can be the difference between a great home atmosphere and ranchy one, particularly in the "metling pot" that foreign Desis find themselves in.

Recognise.. Realise.. Live.. Let Live..

Friday, April 07, 2006

Bed Bugs: Irritating and Expensive

Yo.. have u ever been afraid of a pint-sized creature, which looks like the cockroaches great grand fetus, yeah... me neither.. until one day my world (and my room) took an upside down change.. Damn.. i never like the word change when used in these kind of contexts.

Rewind.. a few months.. sleeping n dreaming about Beyonce Knowles and Preity Zinta when bam something bit me.. i curse hell.. i curse the object.. i go back to sleep.. bam another bite.. and another.. with eyes closed i hit the spot of the bite with my hand. the room started smelling.. i was irritated.. switched on the light and moved away from my comforter and looked at my leg, B-L-O-O-D.. darn.. damn.. god-atrocious my freakin blood..

i was lookin all over what the bonkers was on.. i had to look no further than 2 inches from the spot were my O positives were strewn, a pint-sized roach-like B-U-G.. i made the sound like an afro brother D-A-A-A-M-M-N.. what the heck was that.. i went back to sleep..

once in a while this happened.. and i was too happy to prove my manliness in crushing these 1mm thugs that were drinkin my blood like we drink coconut water.. but soon they were all over... like ants .. worse than ants.. like the invading Muslim Moguls.. they were all over the place..

i was freakin shocked man.. like a brother.. man.. i aint got no clue.. what the heck i am to do.. thts when my cousin drops a bomb.. these things spread faster than spilled coffee.. now my confidence that i can control these wasps-blood-sucking mini-giants was long gone..

freak.. i got scared.. what the F bomb.. if my landlord sees this and he throws me outta the house?? Jesus Colomme.. am not gonna let that happen.. so i got creative.. with the help of a mysterious powder from my office cleaning lady, so i applied them all around the door.. the one good thing (??) was these suckers never left my room.. so i was mildly happy more so because my landlord has gotta kid whos 2 years old.. i didnt want him to go through any of this crap..

but i lost the battle.. they spread man.. they freakin spread.. like all over the place.. they got to.... my boxes.. my freaking laptop motherboard.. my clothes.. my books.. they were everywhere man.. like us.. like humans.. its like my room was their freakin earth and they like humans took control of it and almost made me extinct there..

well.. the first bug freakin dared out of my room.. and my landlady saw it.. kabaaam and i was freakin hosed.. to their credit, they helped me fix this issue.. they along with me thought this freakin thing can be controlled.. alas.. even Buddha would lose his patience with them.. the bed bugs are vicious man.. like some bad alien creatures..

it was like a freakin bad episode man.. i couldnt sleep.. i could not lie down in one location for more than one hour they like form a mole hill by you and start sending worker bugs from their bunker.. it was like watching their own TROY.. crazy.. and i could not switch off the light.. freakin things have some super special antenna which on the lack of light "unleash hell" quoting Gladiator... it was my own Armageddon as far as staying in that room..

well.. finally we had to something and we got the freakin room fumigated and its goona take 2 to 3 days for me to reoccupy my own room, because its wet.. it smells like crap and u faint like a lottery winner once you enter the room..

atleast, we hope the room is cleaner and minus those invaders from Hell.. u wont believe me i have cursed them like we all curse our next door neighbour.. its that bad of an experience.. and oh by the way i have got trophies.. i mean marks from their sucking all over my body.. freakin all over like i had a bout of omophagous fetish over myself..

it was that bad.. but its almost over.. fumigation done.. hopefully i can go back n catch the hours n hours of sleep these mini-monsters took off me.. man.. but they wont go that easy wud they.. they hit a max fine on my puny purse before they were all escorted out of my little den..