The psychological isolation......

The world around me is getting wierder. I am not denying that my views often have shades of cynicism. But you can blame this cause of weakness, due to the coffee cup philosopher, I love to be.
This is chapter two of the Multifarious Desis.
Over the following months, there began an influx of Indians who buzzed around the campus.
From the foothills of Jammu to the Malabar coast....there's a perfect representation of the son of these soils in the mighty America.
Now adaptibility is highly relative and very very individualistic. Some tried very hard(totally uncalled for)to adapt the Yankee accent, and where?In their answering machine!!
Its a different story that these guys ended up pronuncing Jalapenos literraly instead of silently replacing the J with Y!!
Now the good samaritan may raise their voice against me about the Queen's lingo and the disadvantaged vernacular medium educated Indians.....agreed, but why the pretence?
The Mexican populace here do not unabashedly ape to converse in English. They are proud of their Spanish tongue. So much so that now the Americans have started honing their skill over this language nationwide.
So coming back to the country cousins........speak the language as you know. The chances of being laughed upon will be far less than an unnecessary pretence.
The second eye sore is the sense of dressing. Thankfully this scanty clothed country is completely bohemian as far as style and fashion goes. But coming from the country that boasts of world's most beautiful women(Aishwariya, Sushmita, Priyanka, Lara etc)they can score slighty better. But no! Shapeless Tees, pitless Bottoms......what more? The 'bindi'!! As if thats the only proof these 'sisters' have to show their love and devotion to their lord husband!
Give me a break.
While I am no HOTBOD beauty contest winner myself, but atleast I ensure that I am not accused of committing a fashion harakiri!
Then there are those lords and ladies who go all out to over take the other in the rat race of ''talking'' of dollar squandering. You will find them hoarding the WALMART grocery bag, but they love to talk about their frequent visits to TARGET or KROGER.
Ofcourse there are outright honest humans too who never shied of stating that they are here to accumulate as much dollar and sacrificed all their cravings of wining dining or fine clothing.
This honesty is laudable.
Now the problem is that I am completely trapped in a gyre of confusion.
Psychologically I am vascillating between the two poles. I like to dine and follow the fashion fiesta and do not shy from throwing caution to the wind as far as spending goes. But when I hear about the thrifties enmassing their welth back home, I vow to live the life of ragbag!
But ofcourse there is not a single frugal bone in me, so dollars go back to where they belong. Back to the American stores.

To be continued.........