Firstly, I’d like to take this opportunity to apologise for my unusual, shocking ability to remember what I’d promised more than 60 seconds ago this one time when most of you probably wished I hadn’t!
I come armed with Part Two of My Indian Allergies Post secretly ecstatic that no tomato stains will inflict my pristine veneer when you smash them in desperate agony at your computer screen, because washing up more than twice a day is a serious bore for me. So here goes:
7. Indians are genetically allergic to anything below 100%. We like the look of a skinny “1” followed by two fat rounds “O’s”. You get 97% in anything in life; everyone around you is going to be disappointed. It’s as simple as that, which is probably why I am constantly struggling with my weight, unless it’s 100% fat free I’m not going to be un-Indian and ingest that “try hard”, “wannabe” fat free chip right there shamelessly celebrating its underachievement.
8. Indians are by nature allergic to any outdoor activities, which is why camping is such a BIG No-No for us. If I absolutely have to camp, like in the heat trodden majestic outdoors of Rajasthan’s Ranthambhore, my tent better be a five star accommodation like this. Complete with electricity, running water, a television and the absolute imperative power point to plug my laptop in. Indians and IT, we’re inseparable.
9. What the heck is a “DIY” apart from an absurd juxtaposition of seemingly unrelated letters? What in the World would possess anyone to do something themselves when there are clearly other options? Indians just don’t get it. If we can find someone (and we know we will) to remove that transformer toy car wedged between the kitchen counter and the wall with nothing more than a spatula that was designed (or at least reworked) for this very purpose and some used chewing gum, you know we will. We just need to find the one of many “LIT” (learnt it themselves) potentials on the street outside our home.
10. Indians are highly, toxically allergic to personal space and talking in what we consider to be inaudible soundwaves (by this, I mean saying anything that can’t be physically heard by everyone within a 50 metre radius). We’re the second largest population on the globe fast becoming the first. This is not a choice; it’s a survival mechanism that would put Charles Darwin to shame. Getting heard and a space to call your own, now that is near to impossible.
11. Indians are allergic to most professions unless it has taken us at least seven years to complete them. If you’re not in Information Technology, Medicine, Engineering, Finance and a few choice others, we’re going to be looking at you sceptically if you tell us you’re an Indian because we’re not going to believe that your family gives a crap about your “achievements”.
12. We’re distrusting of any Indian family that doesn’t have a clear boundary that would put the Indo-Pak border to shame between their normal family stuff and those reserved for the guests that may or may not be worthy of bringing out the new stuff (namely bed linen and bath towels along with other toiletry essentials). The very thought of this ever occurring is enough to induce excited champagne popping dreams by all the kids in the family if this does in fact, ever happen. This dream, just so you know, is hardly ever realised and is instead passed down the many, many generations to come.
13. We do not understand the idea of different genres in movies?! Why would you ever restrict yourself to just one? An Indian cinema experience involves everything jam packed, Van Damme crammed into one movie – romance, fighting, tragedy, action, musical, dancing, singing and that’s just in the first five minutes. You want it, we’ve got it!
Because my computer has started steaming at the abhorrent, unjust onslaught I am pounding away on my keyboard at the moment, I’m going to stop. I promise that my intentions were noble and that I did think that this would be over by now, but it turns out that Indians are allergic to a lot more than I had previously thought. I know, poor us. All sympathy baskets and donations can be sent to the following address:
Indian Allergy Donations Headquarters:
The first Indian family you find (NOTE: Just mention these words in the following order “we’re sorry for the allergies inflicted upon you courtesy your DNA”) and they’ll know what you mean. They’ll probably invite you in with their “come, come” and force feed you till you’re on the verge of requiring an ambulance.
See you later my adorable peeps 🙂
Yay part two! You always follow through with your promises though. 🙂 And number 7 is so very accurate.
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Oh thank you, thank you. Your appreciation makes my day 🙂 ❤ ❤
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How can anyone not appreciate you?
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I don’t know, but it does happen more often than not, I mean – What’s that about? 😀
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Hahaha being humble aren’t you?
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Um, geez if that response is an example of humanity I shudder to think about what isn’t! 😀
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Aw I hope you stop thinking about it. I wouldn’t want you to shudder any longer.
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😀 😀 😀 It turns out, I was just cold
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I’m so relieved to hear that. 😀
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Thank you, thank you, all is well with the world again :p
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You’re welcome, you’re welcome.
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😀 this was hilarious, madame! the 97%, DIY and jam-packed Van Damme references FT-W and anything else I am going to read today!
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I am SO glad you found it entertaining 🙂 It’s so nice to be a part of a community that understand all our unique nuances and attributes without having to explain it 😀
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fist-bump!
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Haha! Right back at you! 🙂
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Love this. Though I recall saying the first part would have been a great video. And now you make a second and no video. By the way, I fully intend to bug you about it until you make a new one. Even after I get annoying.
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You can annoy me as much as you want, I find it a positive quality in people 😉
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So then that just means that it’ll be ineffective. Grrrrrrreat.
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Yup 😉
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I don’t like.
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Yes you do, you know you do
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Don’t tell me what I do or don’t like. Crazy person. 🙂
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I’m crazy so I’m entitled 🙂
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Nooooo. To both.
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Oh look. Perfect example of opposite day 😀
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I don’t know what that is.
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Stop it. I know what you’re doing. You KNOW everything 🙂
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I KNOW you want make a Snapchat.
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THIS is NOT true, you should know by now I procrastinate plus business has been hell the past few days. I was up late trying to fix my bloody website. I’ll just state, I was not happy
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I’m sorry! Now I feel bad. For real. I’m over here like MAKE A SNAPCHAT! and you’re not happy. 😦
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Whaaaatt?! No, no don’t feel bad, I’m still getting over the shock that someone actually WANTS to see my face, I’m just waiting for this momentary lapse of sanity of yours to end 😉
BTW, I’m on, my name is don’t laugh, okau
anynameavailabl
😀
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Oh be quiet. That’s your username? Exactly like that? Adding you now.
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Yeah! I had my first snapchat with my very cool nephew who is in Singapore at the moment but I can’t see you 😦
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I just added you! This second.
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Okay cool, hmm, let me see …
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AND I have no idea what you did. You aren’t even on my friends on Snapchat. 😦
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Whaaaattt?! I didn’t do anything, I don’t like Snapchat 😦
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I’m adding you again and you ARE gonna send me snaps.
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Now I am a little scared
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You don’t wanna send me snaps? 😦
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Why? You just offered me a Nicholas Sparks ending
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You’re the one who said that.
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Yeah, but you started it :p
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Nope. I don’t know anything about his books. Or him.
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You still started it. I’ll let you in on a secret. I’ve never read or watched his movies, all that woeful despair I got from the ads on tv, it was enough to make me puke 😀
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Really? Interesting. I thought all girls who read much at all had read at least one of his books. I mean, who hasn’t seen/read The Notebook?
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Me, I told you I was different a.k.a. awkward! I like romance as much as any girl, but I draw the line at having to regurgitate at every waking moment, Nicholas Sparks (or at least the little I have seen/read) should be banned for bulimics
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Haha I just commented about your humor and you have me laughing over here still! And it’s like three in the morning. Haha
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Hmm, it could just be that you’re finding it funnier than it actually is because it was 3 in the morning 😉 Thanks anyway 😀
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Nooooo. This is an everyday thing.
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So you’re always sleepy? 🙂
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Pretty much. Especially talking to you.
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-_- That was just downright mean, well at least that means your awake most of the weekend then, I’m guessing. Like I’m going to send snaps ever now
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😉 you never send snaps. Might as well just delete it. Or maybe you just never send me any?
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Fine, I’m deleting it now. It’s useless anyway. See, I do listen to you 😀
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I retract my previous comment. Don’t!
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Isn’t there a time deadline on retracting comments???
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Nope. Unless we meet our demise and then it becomes impossible to retract anything.
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Are you sure? What about confessions from the grave, or in my case, my ashes? :p 😀
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Should have said won’t.
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Smart-aleck
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Thank you so much!!! 🙂
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