Just because I’m Bengali does not mean my culture revolves around rotis and Shahrukh Khan.
Every single nationality is made fun of, now don’t act like as if you never said something rude to another culture.
Because I know you did
Us Brown people get made fun of alot and for many, many reasons, for our clothes, music, food, basically just for being us but hey how’s the world going to be interesting if everyone was yellow, small, wears glasses and blue overalls all day? It won’t be fun, its like meeting the minions every single day from Despicable Me.
I think some of these sound very familiar…
OMG YOU SMELL LIKE CURRY!
…Did you like sprayed yourself with curry before you came here?
Hey I love your turban (Sarcastic)
So like how many times a day you eat roti again?
Your parents met on their wedding? HUH?!!
Hey do you understand English?
Oh My God Becky Look At That Turban. Ew.
So you like sit around all day at home and study?
Be sure to invite me to your arranged marriage!
Hey, can teach me how to “Balle Balle” and the “Screw the Light Bulb Dance” oh and don’t forget to teach me how to “Pet the Goat” dance too.
Lol, now don’t get me wrong not every single person say these kind of stuff but I find it really depressing how its just becoming a trend. Pink lipstick is a trend not lets talk shit about brown kids or any other colored kids out there in the world. And Guys, brown parents don’t sit around all day making dhal and dance to punjabi music. We all sometimes go out and look for sales so if you ever go to the supermarket and see all the “SALE 25 CENTS” Bananas gone,and there is this loud, crowd filled with Desi Aunties then you know better than to go in there and try to buy a banana.
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.
Awh, that wonderful moment when all your mom’s family, your dad’s family and a bunch of their “friends” come over to your house for a “party.” Don’t you love the devouring sweets each family brings? Listen I know you try to eat them when your mom brings them out and puts them on a fancy plate in front of the guests, don’t worry your not alone. While you eat those sweets and watch your mom give death stares, you find yourself in an awkward position when your. Just. The. Only. Oldest. One. There. At first its like whatever you know, getting all the attention on how much you grew and all those high grades you get, we all know how “well” you do in school. But, later you are forced to go to play with little brats and their sticky fingers. Now in a typical family, when your the oldest one, your basically their dictator, but in the brown world, its the complete opposite. Instead of asking someone older to buy you a pack of cigarettes, you are forced to go bring a bottle of soda and pour it in cups for each and one of those little pickers.
Anyways backing away from the children, the younger ones, and coming back to the adults. In the brown family jams, the house is in three parts, the kids, the women and the men. Forget the kids, I got them a bottle of soda and lets go to the women. Unlike the mens’ loud voices the hostess a.k.a my mother will open her closet, women hangs out in the bedroom, and out comes all her luxurious sarees. Sounds familiar girls? As the all the ladies go oo and aa, my mother will stand there proudly dictating the prices that, for some reason goes high to 2,000 dollars. Listen all brown girls, you know the actual price of those sarees so no hate, please.
The men on the other hand will argue whether its about the latest price in Best Buy or the current news in Bangladesh or any brown country, India or even Pakistan.
At the end, like about 10 , p.m everyone will start to eat “dinner” The smell of curry, rice, meat, chicken, fish and vegetables will start to enter each room. In addition to that, Bollywood or in the Bengali world Dollywood music will begin. After done eating “dinner” the women will take the empty containers from their purse and start to fight for the left overs, Did you ever fight for them? Later you will find your mom hiding all the sweets deep, deep inside the refrigerator. Perfect.
Lastly the farwell, please never come back.