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10 Days in China

August 19, 2009 · Leave a Comment

As soon as we took the picture she shouted "Money!"

As soon as we took the picture she shouted "Money!"

Money!

This is what the Chinese woman shouted at us after we took her picture. She was working in the rice paddies and she wanted us to pay her after we took her photograph. No one did, but this was only because she was too far away to get to us before we jumped into our buses and drove away. Her neighbors beat her to it though. Some of them followed us all the way there, others were waiting just for an opportunity to pose for unsuspecting tourists who would go camera crazy and then be badgered into compensating them Badgered is in fact is putting it mildly. A lady ripped the shirt off my shoulder until I paid her at the sight of some Chinese Yuan that I was lending someone.

Money is indeed the word that sums up my experience in China. It even threatens to overshadow the country’s impressive and immense history. Most of my colleagues, all of whom were undergrad business students were not aware of just how indebted the U.S. is to China and it is not surprising. The Chinese are the most aggressive and persistent business people I have ever met. Men and women, young and old to ancient, pound the pavement wheeling and dealing their knock off merchandise. “Never pay the price they tell you,” warns our tour guide, because shopping in China is a seemingly endless round of negotiations that are not for the faint of heart. A typical transaction can involve people following you out of the store when you leave, others pulling you into their store while constantly prodding and pushing new merchandise in your face, and if you resist them or insist on a price they don’t like, they will not be afraid to give you a firm but playful slap on the arm or even insult your manhood. Yes a colleague of mine was told after he refused to buy something, “you’re not a real man, you’re a lady!”

I asked an American business man what the Chinese work culture I like and he said, “My workers do what I say because I do their assessments.” No motivation required here, either do the work or go home!

Don’t let all this turn you off, China will blow your mind. Its like walking through the pages of National Geographic.  Our tour guide could not speak about the hundreds of students killed by the Chinese government in Tiananmen Square because the government forbids it, but the fury of the slain protestors was revealed in the immense heat from the sun beating down on the American tourists who finally came to appreciate the value of good air conditioner.

The Great Wall was indeed great among other things like gigantic and steep to the point where I had to walk on my tip toes, but with all that said China has taught me a very important lesson. Don’t underestimate the Chinese! The sweet Chinese lady in your local restaurant has a sister somewhere in China that is pounding the pavement, refusing to quit until she gets what she wants and until she and her children ultimately rule the world!

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Control

March 4, 2009 · 1 Comment

It comes like a thief in the night.
But all along it’s been watching and waiting in silent envy for the right moment to pounce.
Control is like a drug, some people need it to survive, but the same people hate to be in its arms.
Here we go again, we danced this tango many moons ago, now do you think I will willingly be locked in this embrace. I fought you before and won, and I will again!!

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Happy Thanksgiving

November 21, 2007 · 1 Comment

WTF is Thanksgiving?

Who knows, I’m a foreigner.

From what I’ve seen, its about going home, eating turkey and black Friday sales.

No ride to the mall, not going to camp out the night before just to get a discount.

Going to the mall today though.

While we shop, people in Bangladesh cry.

Cry for losing everything.

Their homes, pictures, mothers, sons, daughters, husbands and best friends.

Their country now known for disaster, nothing else.

Be thankful.

We can still shop!!!!!

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FAT

November 18, 2007 · Leave a Comment

How fat are you?

Not physically, I mean mentally.

How fat do you actually think you are?

I know you know some people who think they are the fattest persons in the world.

You might even be one of those people.

Those people who at your house ask you to use your bathroom scale, even if they are just a friend of a friend and you are meeting them for the first time.

Those people who use measuring tapes to keep track of the size of every part of their body.

Those people who don’t take a break from their diet, even on Thanksgiving.

Yes, these people do exist.

Don’t Judge. You may not do these exact things but if you mention your weight to a person more than twice per day then rest assured you’re one of them.

One of my best friends is totally obsessed.

She finds a way to link it to every conversation.

 

“Do you support the war in Iraq?”

“Of course not, I’m fat!”

 

But seriously, are we mentally fatter than we are physically?

If we become the “skinny,” that we think we want to be, do all our life problems suddenly disappear?

I think not.

 

I lost 61 lbs once, on a diet of vegetables, cheese and literally 4 crackers.

Felt great, too great.

I couldn’t depress myself into eating that crap anymore so I just gained weight.

Ironic right?

When I was fat, I was unhappy so I starved myself skinny.

When I was skinny I was too happy so I could not get to that place where I could even keep a decent diet.

You know something; I had a much better social life post 61 lbs too.

The little Fat demon in our heads, does he ever go away?

Or does he just start saying something else?


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The Secret Life of Brown People

October 24, 2007 · 5 Comments

 A look at the secretly scandalous life of Indian Asians in North America. 

“Yo I’m so glad you’re here, I already arranged for us to go to a club tonight”

“Cool”

“It’s a brown club though”

“Brown club, what the hell is that?”

“Girl, I hang with a whole Indian crew and that’s what they call themselves”  

This is a conversation I had with a good friend in Georgia that goes to medical school with a lot of Canadian Indians.

 I was so intrigued by the gossip and drama in this group that I decided to interview one of her female friends.

 Dr. Punjabi  

What do you like about being Punjabi?

I guess I like the surface things like religion, culture, food and dress. Actually I would miss the Nepotism. Punjabi’s will help each other out with jobs or anything else just because you are Punjabi. Like my real estate agent for example, he has held my hand through the entire process of buying my house, I mean we are complete strangers, but just because I’m Punjabi, he picked me up from the airport, he went out of his way to ensure I understood everything and he’s actually a commercial real estate agent, but he’s helping me with this residential property just because by Dad is Punjabi. In Indian culture your family is not just the people in front of you it’s your whole community.  

What Social class would you say most Punjabi people fall into? 

It all depends on when you left India. If you are a new immigrant, a two parent household would make around $50,000 a year. I’m lucky because my parents have been here for 30 years. Old immigrants would make more than new immigrants. Keeping up with the Joneses is very important to brown people. Ok this is a Punjabi thing, no first generation kid likes it, cause its kind of ghetto, but a lot of brown people have multiple family homes.  New immigrants need to compete. If there is an underlying theme with Brown people its Nepotism and Pride. Anyway, so they still try to buy large homes and they move grandparents in to live with the family so that they can afford it. For example there is a family on my street in a four bedroom house. In this house the parents, the kids, the grandparents, the Dad’s brother and his wife and kids all live there just so that they can say they live in that neighborhood in that type of house. Its like you’re constantly being compared so you have to keep up. I mean they use the grandparents being old as an excuse to take them in, but the grandparents still have to pitch in to help pay the mortgage.

 Did you always want to be a doctor? 

 No, but if my mother asks Yes. Actually I always wanted to so something in health, and I actually got offered a job in research but my parents weren’t feeling it. Indians like to see their people doing better than other ethnicities; no actually its like, if you’re black and you see like the first black person being an astronaut or something, all black people cheer for him. Indians are like that, it’s a matter of representing. The older generations feel like the younger generation has to represent them. People like to say, my son is a doctor and my daughter is a dentist and you need to reply with something equally as prestigious.

   Do all brown people do as their parents tell them?

 A lot of first generation Indians are standing up to their parents. My cousin for example pretty much told his parents “screw your pride, I’m doing my own thing. ” As a result ,he’s the black sheep of the family now, and family in brown culture is not just your relatives. My reason for going to medical school is fear. Fear of letting my father and mother down. More so my Dad, letting my Dad down would be too hard. It’s a guilt based fear. My parents always try to nudge me in the right direction except that for Indians, a nudge is more like a shove. My mom always tells us the story of when they first came to Canada with just a $20. Bill in their hands and lived in a studio apartment. Guilt is big with Indians and you know what, I think I would raise my children the same way.

  What is your social life like? 

  My parents have been here for 30 years so they have kinda adopted a lot of the western values. I drink, go clubbing have cut hair and piercings. (I also noticed a tattoo)  A lot of people think piercings are an Indian thing but it actually depends on the generation, like in my grandmother’s generation, it was ok to pierce your nose for your wedding but it was very taboo in my mother’s generation the equivalent of getting a tattoo for some families.  My mother always wanted a nose ring even up to this day, but she is afraid even though my grandfather is dead for several years now.  It all depends too on when you migrated from India. We call the new immigrants FOBS (pronounced as Sobs with an F,) which is kinda bad that we call them that, but it means Fresh off the Boat, because they still hold on to the lot of the old values. Like last week the people I’m staying with invited me to a wedding, so I was like cool free drinks, I’m there. I get there and apparently a lot of FOBS were invited. I had one drink and people were staring at me, I mean hardcore. Even when my parents have dinner parties and I know FOBS are going to be there, I don’t drink cause they will be like “Hai, you let your daughter drink?” Its ok for boys though, my brother can do it and he’s younger than me can you believe that?  Cut hair is also a determining factor cause that is really apart of Sikhism my religion, Women are not really supposed to cut their hair and men wear long beards. Don’t quote me on the religious part of it though, but you will notice a lot of Sikhs especially FOBS with a long braid or men with beards.

    Are there any limitations on what you are allowed to wear? 

If your family is what we call Backwards, which is basically if you are a FOB (fresh off the boat) or you’ve been in this country for a significant time but your family is still very strict culturally.  Backward families don’t want their kids wearing anything above the knee not even to go swimming. They make their kids wear shorts and a T-Shirt at the beach. On the other hand My Mom is like, let’s go bikini shopping. A good example is when I was studying in Aruba and some one of the other students took a picture of my friend in a Tank top and it got on the internet and got back to her parents. Her parents were so mad like you would not believe and of course everyone is talking about it. I mean it’s a Caribbean country, its hot, of course you’re gonna wear a tank top.

 What about Relationships and Sex        

(She laughs first)

I’m not really attracted to Punjabi men. I don’t know, I guess I haven’t found the right one. I have a jaded view cause I think that a lot of them are so stereotypically Indian and they always have a flaw, like not being open minded. Like me having piercings and drinking is not what traditional Punjabi women should really do and they have a problem with it.  Sex before marriage is very divided. I would say 90% of brown people are dating in secret, more so girls than boys. In Punjabi culture, a woman’s  dignity is determined by her virginity, that isn’t to say that there isn’t sex going on, it happens but very very in the closet. Like you would see a girl whose dating a guy for 6 years and you ask if there having sex and they’ll be like No, but you know they are. Some girls are all like Yes Mommy, Yes Daddy in their turtle necks but you know there screwing everything that moves. That’s part of why I’m not really into Punjabi men cause they seem to always be sex deprived and then they end up being players.

 Will your parents get involved in who you marry? 

Ok. There’s a pyramid. My family set this criterion for me. At the top, there is a Jat/Sikh boy. Jet being the caste, (caste- social divisions into which Hindu society is traditionally divided) and Sikh is our religion. If I can’t find any of those, they’ll accept a Sikh boy even if he is not from the Jat caste. Third in the pyramid would be a Hindu or Sikh Punjabi, and last any Hindu boy. My parents know that I have not been dating any Indians so they would just be glad for me to get an Indian from anywhere. Definitely no Muslims or blacks though.

 What has your experience been like with Racism? 

I feel really comfortable in Atlanta because here, the minorities are the majority. When traveling in other parts of the US, well in addition to the stereotype that Indians smell, I usually get people judging me especially in stores. A lot of times when I enter a store  the store clerks kinda look at me like, Oh God what is she doing here, she can’t speak English and they try to avoid me, then as soon as I open my mouth and they hear my accent, their facial expression changes immediately because they think I’m an American. When they do things like that it just further alienates a community that already feels alienated.

 I’ve noticed that in a lot of Indian movies all of the stars are very light skinned, is there a cultural preference towards light skin? (Bear In mind this is a light skinned Punjabi girl) 

Humm, actually from a Punjabi point of view….. Yes. Actually the night before an Indian wedding, we call it the night of the Mendhi, and please do not judge, a corn flour paste that is rubbed on the girls’ body to make her more light skinned for the wedding night. Nobody actually comes out and says Light skin is better than dark skin but it seeps out. For example, I love to sun tan and when I was in Aruba my mother would be like don’t stay in the sun too long you will get dark and no man wants a dark wife.

 Closing thoughts.  

All Indians need therapy. (She says laughing) With all the guilt we have to put up with, every Indian person should just come with a therapist at birth to prepare them for the road ahead.

Tell me, how much involvement do you think one’s parents should have in a person’s life?

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Freedom of Press under fire in the U.S.

October 22, 2007 · Leave a Comment

The land of the free, the United States of America has ranked 48th out of 169, in the World Press Freedom Index of 2007. 

Iceland and Norway tied for first place while Cuba, Iran, Turkmenistan, North Korea and Eritrea in descending, order make up the bottom five of countries ranked.

This index compiled by Reporters Without Borders, measures press freedom by country

Freedom if the press is guaranteed in the first amendment to the United States constitution.

Many countries do not have such a provision.

The United States poor ranking is actually an improvement from the 2006 WPF index which ranked the United States 53rd 

Fewer press violations and fewer attacks on the confidentiality of sources are the reasons given for the increase.

The report specifically mentions the U.S detention of Al-Jazeera’s Sudanese cameraman, Sami Al-Haj at the military base of Guantanamo Bay, as one of the reasons for the low score 2007 score.

Al Haj has been detained for four years as a result of suspected links to Al Queda. Despite these suspicions, no charges in four years have been brought against him.

Can you imagine being arrested and kept in prison for even 4 days far less 4 years, without a single charge brought against you?

In 2005, a federal judge scentened NY Times reporter Judith Miller for contempt of court after she refused to reveal her sources. 

This action defies the Inter-American Commission for Human Rights which clearly stipulates that every journalist has a right to keep his or her sources confidential. 

Much of the blame has been piled generously on President Bush.

The WPF report claims that Bush and the Federal Court used the war on terror to justify negating journalist’s right to keep their sources confidential and even threatened journalists whose investigations have nothing to do with terrorism.          

 Here are some random countries I selected and their rank in the WPF Index 

Country Rank

Iceland and Norway

1st

Canada

18th

Trinidad and Tobago

19th

Germany

20th

United Kingdom

24th

Jamaica

27th

Romania

42nd

United States

48th

Tanzania

55th

Mexico

120th

Uganda

96th

China

163rd


 
O.K I have to go to a class. Part 2 coming soon!!!!!!!

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Hello world!- Freshman Retreat

October 21, 2007 · 2 Comments

Hi Guys

Do people born after 1985 really exist?

They do!

There out there.

And there beginning to get all up in my space! (not the website mysace, my actual space)

OOPS! I forgot, I’m in their space!

I’m a 27 year old freshman, but if anybody asks, I’m 23!

I started college in January 2007. Before that time, people under age 22 (for the least) did not really exist in my world.

So I had to go to a freshmen retreat this weekend. With all the freshmen…….. gasp!!!!!!

It was not as bad as it sounds.

Well, except for the SNAKE THAT CRAWLED INTO MY ROOM!!!!!!

Otherwise, it was fairly ok, I discovered that I could still squat, and on a log far less.

So we were doing this exercise where we stood on logs and pretended we were surrounded by larva.

A pretend helicopter was coming and we needed to sort ourselves with the youngest first

and the oldest last.  

So they were trying to find out who were the oldest, one person said lets start with

January 1989

 1989!!!!!! Who on earth is born in 1989???????? 

People I know are not born in 1989, or 1988 or 1987, my youngest friend post college is 22 and I make fun of him for it all the time.

So I just said listen, I’m the oldest.

One of the guys said “Are you sure, are you over 20?”

Yes.

I’m sure.

I’m very sure.

I desperately needed an outlet. I have way too much crap on my laptop that the school newspaper can’t handle.

Would be great to hear from some of you.

Hope you like this stuff.

 

Are the teenagers invading your space too? Tell me about it.

 

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