Monday, May 14, 2007
I see this woman everyday, around 65 yrs old , haggered , yet she is always there before me with her broom cleaning the university grounds. I think she does understands her non-existence in the animated university life. Everyday its the same overalls , her head bent and her hands in a continous sweeping motion , broken only to let a bycycle pass by. I am a gaijin a, foreigner and I am aware of the japanese xenophobia , maybe too much of an exaggeration, but atleast a hesitation to talk. I went up to her and said Ohayo gozaimasu and at first she couldnt understand and stood there astonished, I greeted her again and walked past.Next day there she was again , and being the only Indian woman on the campus I am pretty recognizable. She looked at me with an expectant gaze and i greeted her .. Ohayo gozaimasu , but today she gave me a toothy grin , her most of the tooth missing . It was beautiful. I wanted to go and hug her , give her the Munnabhai style pyaar ki jhappi ... i guess it does really work. Now everyday I wait to see her smiling at me. My sensei tell me its so refreshing to see a happy face in the lab every morning and he smiles too...infectious it is ! Sometimes a action gets a doubled and tripled reaction , i think we can certialy defy certain rules at times :)...................................
You hear, you reply and yet you never understand you are taking it for granted ...
Taken for granted, bouegois Phrase. All victims and none can escape. Worst!
I did not understand the importance of being Understood, until I came to Japan. Everyday is an attempt to make myself understood. Broken japanese, slow english answered with gonzo gaze, addled brains and incomprehensible replies. I am back to childhood , no one understands my babble, and I just so hate it !
I miss talking in my fluent Delhi rapid fire style, rather I am loosing it, and to top it all I am developing this psuedo accent, probably trying to imitate and speak phonetically as close to the American way so that the japanese could understand, and now that is my Style , its interesting , its socio-conditional evolution.
Mondainai ! No problem , I will exemplify the Fittest , because I will Suvive !
You hear, you reply and yet you never understand you are taking it for granted ...
Taken for granted, bouegois Phrase. All victims and none can escape. Worst!
I did not understand the importance of being Understood, until I came to Japan. Everyday is an attempt to make myself understood. Broken japanese, slow english answered with gonzo gaze, addled brains and incomprehensible replies. I am back to childhood , no one understands my babble, and I just so hate it !
I miss talking in my fluent Delhi rapid fire style, rather I am loosing it, and to top it all I am developing this psuedo accent, probably trying to imitate and speak phonetically as close to the American way so that the japanese could understand, and now that is my Style , its interesting , its socio-conditional evolution.
Mondainai ! No problem , I will exemplify the Fittest , because I will Suvive !
# posted by sunena @ 10:58 PM 
