DJ, Spin that thang……….
I have a blog friend – Loco – who writes about his adventures as a black American living and teaching in Japan. I really enjoy his blog – but I enjoy his responses to the readers’ comments even more – he soaks in the responses he gets and makes them a part of his ever evolving self. He reminds me not to get huffy when someone does not agree with me – not necessarily in my blog world because I know you all love me and agree with absolutely everything I write – but in real life, all of my encounters are not so agreeable. (Yeah, I know you don’t always agree with me either, whatever.)
Several of his posts deal with his encounters on the train and how no one will sit near him – unless they are a pick pocket – and he talks about how he sticks out like a sore thumb. Sometimes I wonder if he takes his interactions a little too personally and I will ask him if he has thought about it another way. Yeah, I am sure he is not always thrilled to see AReason2Write in his in-box. But he truly is always reflective. And he always gives his readers ideas thoughtful consideration. (That is unless you are a complete arse.)
Yesterday, I walked a mile in Goin’ Loco’s moccassins – I was craving me a little American somen somen to eat – and our cook no longer cooks for us – so I decided to visit the Subway Sandwich Shop at Khan Market.
I walk in and pretty much everyone turns around and looks at me. No biggie. Sometimes, I like that rock star feeling – so lookie lookie – just no touchy touchy. I was listening to the music and it was pretty typical of the music I generally hear around town. Jingles and chanting and fast beats. Then I swear I heard Ashton Kucher say “DJ, spin that thang.”
The record scratched and “Sweet Home Alabama” started playing. No, really, I swear it did. Now I love me some Sweet Home Alabama. But I am curious – guessing that I am American is not a big stretch at all – I look me some American – but how did they know I was a southern American? And why did they not offer me some sweet tea?
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Meredith – it was funny
Poupee – I agree that it was coincidental – but it was funny!
Well, I doubt that they really figured out you were from the South when they put on that song. I really doubt that. Coincidence, I’m guessing.
lol…I can picture the whole scene in my mind. I love it!
Doo – I am going to try to remedy that today. 😎
never mind. just read further down in your postings. i’ve been away from the blog for a while. look what happens while I’m gone?! Hope you find someone new soon — complete with wonderful bread baking experience 🙂
Most importantly, I’m wondering why your cook no longer cooks for you?!
Oh yeah! Lynyrd Skynyrd Rockssss!
Jen – Katie Couric is calling – are you ready? There you go making me laugh 8k miles away.
Lola – you scare me with your vampire ways – hee hee – and I am having a hard time finding a glittery swine – I am still looking though.
ke – I have never been to Bangalore – I am not sure – but light skin can still turn some heads here – it’s nothing obnoxious – just curiosity I think – but there are quite a few westerners – and Khan market is a haven – I really do think the song was coincidental – but it was a damn riot – it really made me laugh
Loco – you know I love me some Loco – and I could not explain sweet tea any better than Tottsmom
Tottsmom – well said! You are making me thirsty.
Loco, (Please read with the deepest southern twang you can manage to get the real effect)
Sweet tea is an art form passed down from generation to generation in the States that comprise what is commonly refered to as “The South”. As my Grampy taught me, the water must be boiled in a non metalic container. True Sweet Iced Tea should never touch metal. The addition of the sugar at just the right point in the process is a secret closely guarded by the DAR. It is then steeped for just the right amount of time and allowed to cool. This is then poured over a tall glass of ice and frequently garnished with a sprig of mint. Thus producing a scuculant beverage that can only truely be enojoyed on the veranda of an old victorian home whilest rocking every so gently in the porch swing.
See, there you go again! Shouting me out and what not. Thanks for the props (-;
Sweet Home Alabama hehehe…I’m afraid, for me, Forrest Gump stole the song. Yep, Straight outta Green Bow! lol. Every time I hear it I think of the scene in the movie where he is dancing like a maniac and the song is playing…too funny.
What is Sweet Tea? Popular southern beverage, or is it something Indian?
And yes i do luv ya and agree with everything you write (-:
Loco
I’m surprised white people in India still get stared at like that, especially in cosmopolitan places. I just always assumed that the metro’s in India would be quite “international” –with all kinds of people.
A friend just returned from India (bangalore) and said that she hardly saw any women out on the streets. She kept asking herself: where are the women?
I would have expected this kind of answer from a place like saudi arabia, but not bangalore.
How would you explain that?
How come you never ask me if there’s another way to look at a situation?
At least it wasn’t Highway to Hell!
Deep – oh it was the real deal!
Laura – it isn’t really that different – there are quite a few westerners in Delhi – more than in Sierra Leone I am sure! 😎 But it was certainly coincidental. 😎
That’s how I feel walking down the street in Freetown, Sierra Leone. Too tall (yes tall – the Sierra Leoneans are not a statuesque people), much, much too white. It’s strange, but I also feel like maybe it’s a good thing to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes for a change. It’s good to know what it’s like to not be able to blend in when you want to. I can’t imagine living my whole life that way.
Which version? The original Lynyrd Skynyrd version? Or some remix?
Paige – welcome – now I will go visit you
Pam – it is a great song!
Badass – and it’s pretty close to what I am used to – especially since I like the veggie sandwich.
Mmm…. Subway.
OMG.. I play “sweet home alabama” all the time! what a great song to take you back!! rock on!!
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