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Amreekens and Arisi vadaam

The first thing I did after moving into new house was setting up the filter. Everyday morning I’m waking up to the smell of hot fresh filter kaapi (decoction extra 😜) making it a StarBagyam morning to me πŸ˜‰ Β As I was sipping my morning Kaapi, I stepped out to check if I have ‘The Hindu’ at my doorstep *exaggeration alert* During that momentary travel from Charlotte to Chennai when I opened the door and stepped out, I was greeted by atleast a handful of Americans *Sare jahan se accha bgm soon changed to We shall overcome* and I was brought back. Everytime I walk or any moment I’m out, I will definitely be smiled by good number of Americans. No American will just walk past you ignoring your presence. Initially, I felt very weird with this attention cos as an Indian we are brought up with this idea , ‘Don’t smile or take biscuits from a stranger but you can definitely marry a stranger’ and so we walk like zombies , keeping an expressionless stoneface. In elevators, we become zombie++. We might even freeze and hold our breath but won’t talk or smile at the person nearby as our eyes will get transfixed at the floor display as if we are just learning numbers and seeing the up arrow and down arrow with full concentration. Coming from this background, I was taken a little aback with this over dosage of attention and goodiness. The first act I experienced was in flight. Did I mention it earlier? Never mind πŸ˜› In the Chennai to Abu Dhabi flight, I was sitting beside a stranger and being the pakka desis, we gave a cautious smile like we are going to open the and offer biscuit packets if the smile is of an extra inch and put on the headset. From then on we were two different entities. I had ordered Asian veg meal and was waiting for my order. The one next to me had got his. He opened and didn’t even do a small talk about my dinner as a courtesy. I didn’t find it odd at that moment as I was used to such a behaviour. Cut this scene and we open the next scene in Chicago to Charlotte, American Airlines.I was walking in with my baggage and was cautiously looking at the seat numbers clearly giving away that it is my first visit. When I reach my seat, this guy was already standing and I was a little doubtful as it was my seat …Yeah yeah…The IRCTC habit πŸ˜› The guy, looking at my expression got up immediately and said , ‘sorry ma’am…It’s your seat. I was I was just adjusting my bags.’ He immediately gestured me to hand over my bags to keep it on the overhead cabins. When we settled in our seats, he remarked about the weather (that’s the conversation starter ) and shook hands introducing his family who were on the other side. He enquired about my travel as if he is a long lost friend of mine and whenever we were offered food or drink, he made it a point to pass it to me first. When his son went to get some juice, he asked his dad who was beside me and immediately he asked me too if I need some. They imbibe this quality of being courteous from a very young age. So after I entered You-Yesss-of-Yaee, I was asked “Hey how do u do?” “Hey ! How’s it going?” This is the secret of Amreekans seeming happy always. Even when you are feeling down at dumps, you ll be forced to reply positively to the greeting with a smile. So what I’m trying to imply here is as we watch the press relase of Dhoni stepping down from captaincy and puff that slight tear forming the end of our eye, there will be atleast 2 Johns, 2 Mikes and 1 Sam to walk past us saying “How do you do?”, “Isn’t it a bright morning?” and “Hey, what’s up buddy? Everything goin good?”…After smiling intermittently to each one and muttering ‘Goin good’ with the same enthusiasm, we will go ‘Ennachhu’ forgetting the cause of our tear and finally end up saying ‘Ada po pa.. IPL is there. CSK will be back dawww…Dhoni dawww…Captain dawww’ and will carry on with our work.

During the christmas holidays, I was busy shopping… Yeah thanksgiving to Christmas looks like our Aadi Thallubadi… Buy 1 get 1 or 50% to 75% off or Β Marlin Monroe use panna soap-u dabba free free free…Β Wherever you go, the magic word “Free” plays wonders. All malls immediately turned from spencers plaza to Saravana stores buzzing with people…Seeing so many people I couldn’t help saying “Dei…Ivlo nerama neengalam enga da olinjitu irundheenga” ( Where were you all hiding for so long?) So yeah, coming to the point, when I was trying all possible clearance stuffs , I missed my winter jacket in one of the bundle of clothes I discarded in the store. As I was walking stealthily, looking around, I saw lady looking at me with a broad smile and exclaimed , “Hey there! Nice collections huh? These are my selections! You can got those on that stand”. Indirectly she notified my thiruttu muzhi . Β I had to smile and say, “Oh no! I’m looking for my jacket that I had left behind by mistake.” She went, “Oh dear! I’s so cold outside! Jamie! Can I get some help here. This lady has left behind her jacket here”. Within few seconds I had 5 people looking for that 1 brown spencer plaza jacket. I was very much inclined to do a Kamal reaction of ‘Ah Aaah’ and emotionally choking and the abundant shower of love. Oh yeah! I got my jacket.

Recently half my house went dark. My roommate asked me whether it is like in India…one phase electricity is out. I rubbished it ‘Hey this is US yaar…Come on’. We called one of our friends residing in the same community (Self talk:When start calling apartments as community, you are definitely settling in) Β but no response. This is when our desi minds come to its form wearing lungis. ‘Do we ask our neighbours?’ Trust me! It has been one month but none of us know who is residing near us. We knocked the door of the house that had a nice doormat…yeah we chose the house based on the doormats. A guy in mid 40s with biceps and tatoo opened the door. In short, he was the villain that all the heros protect their heroines from and the bad guy from whom moms warn us from taking the biscuits.I heard us both gulping down saliva at the same time. Our villain was still starring with a quizzical look and my brain was still having the lungi on and I asked, ” Hi! We have just moved in to that house. All of a sudden power supply went down for one half of the house. We are not sure what to do.Are you facing the same issue?’. In short it was the age old practice of looking at your neighbour’s house to check if they have power when our house goes dark…Mainly to become happy πŸ˜› He nodded and said , ‘Not at all…Look! I have power supply.’ His ‘fully lighted’ house was worse than my ‘half lit’ house. It was the house with light equivalent to 2 lit candles. He was grinning and as we were saying thanks and thinking on what to do next , he immediately jumped to rescue, ‘Hey! I know what would have gone wrong. I can help you out. Can I come in?” And boom! he was heading to our house before we could respond. He then shook hand saying , ‘Hi I’m Kevin!’ He stormed into the house . My friend was cautiously standing out with the door open ready to lock him in πŸ˜› I was walking behind him with my heart in my mouth. He went to a grey box and pushed few buttons and gave us knowledge transition. It was an ‘Ada cha’ moment. It is our very same ‘Phase is tripped…Push it’ after you grind a heavy load of idly podi in your mixie. The light that burned behind my head reflected my emoji at that time. Kevin gave a thumbsup and asked if there was any other issues . After that, we saw him a couple of times and he asked us, ‘Hey there! Is everything going good? All nice and settled?’ . Whenever he walks past us I hear, ‘Andha vaanatha pola manam padacha mannavane’ with Kevin putting his thundu on his shoulder and marching with a kadhir vetti sattai .

So moral of the stories is that wherever you go in the world, gaaaptains, kamals and vadivelus will follow you.

I almost forgot to mention the other half of the post’s tite. Having established the fact that Amreekans are pasakara pasanga (Google translate:Affectionate guys), I was asked by this person to try the new crisps that she got. When I did, I couldn’t help saying, ‘Hey! This is our arisi vadaam!’ I can buy this as side dish for sambhar rice *mind voice*

14 thoughts on “Amreekens and Arisi vadaam”

  1. Humour humour full of humour. Kevin with
    Kadhar vetti reminds me of vivek falling in love with a foreign lady both as son and father (ettupattikkum nattamai).knowingly or unknowingly noticing the person standing with us pretending to look at the numbers etc.
    Down to earth statement.
    Keep on wrting Dude. Going nuts over your writing.

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  2. // 'Andha vaanatha pola manam padacha mannavane' with Kevin putting his thundu on his shoulder and marching with a kadhir vetti sattai .

    Imagine panni paarthen πŸ˜‚

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  3. Aishu!!!
    u are chooooooooo humorous…u juz made my time sissy..I was actually attracted by ur blog name which triggered me to read ur posts n as u know ur last post was an indirect intro between us..n to be frank enough u r inspiring..n u made me laugh a lot..keep going:)

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