Whether your Bengali, Indian or Pakistani we can all relate to this. It’s summer and your dad just booked the cheapest air tickets to SOUTH ASIA! (India, Pakistan and Bangladesh) So here we go packing about 8 to 11 luggage FILL WITH shampoos, soaps and deodorant. Apparently these are gifts to our relatives who wants American shampoo, soup and deodorant because they carry supposed magic that can make you smell “American.” Also in addition to all these luggage, your relatives living in America seem to be a little bit more friendlier than before. Aah, the nice trick, you know when they become all close to you and then all of sudden gives like 20 pound of goodies to carry back to Asia? Yeah I know your mom and dad does it to, don’t worry!
So here I am in Bangladesh with my grandparents, did I tell you everyone in the neighborhood came by and kept staring at me? I’m. Not. An. Alien. On the other hand its actually great getting free pani puree’s (fuska) in every store I go but once they hear I’m from America suddenly the prices goes up…
Well, as my uncles try to bargain a 1,000 salaawar kameez for 500, I’ll be sitting on the chair uncomfortably, why? Because everyone found out I came from a foreign country so now they are looking at me, little children, women, men and a lot of creepy stalkers that are trying to hit on me.
And I swear the only “English” words they know is, how are you, yes, no and good. Every time some random guy comes up to me hes like “How are you”, and I will stare at him like an idiot and say “good, good.” I also hate it when they ask me to talk in English, like I don’t have that enough in school, you know back in “Ameriika”
Now after like two months of mosquito bites and curry, but I will miss daadi’s torkari, I get to finally GO TO AMERIIKA! Again 8 to 11 luggage but this time, donated half of my American clothes and packed some Desi sarees in and KABOOM more people from the village show up. Instead of your parents friends back in America I now have to deal with a whole generation of two families in front of the Airport. Thank God my mom packed some roti and bajee.