I am a person that is rarely tongue-tied (big mouth),
But there was this one particular incident that really left me speechless, voiceless.
It was as if i was having a really bad stomachache,involuntary spasms and constipation for a month and , all at the same time (tough shit, i know).
First of all, she is a colleague/friend ( don't ask me about the god damn slash! i've a point to make here!!) and she is not a local ( 2 weeks in Singapore ).
She asked me about the racial stereotypes in singapore.
Nothing new right? but it is probably the first time anyone has actually asked me about it in a "serious, i would like to know" manner.
As an indian, i told her...indian stuff.
Like how when i am in the train and the aroma of someone's newly baked Shit cookie smell comes wafting through my nostrils,( Fart lah monkey!! ).
What comes after that incident, would be a feeling of guilt, washing over me in waves, a paranoia of sorts settles in,. The unshakeable believe that everyone thinks it's me that opened the door of the oven. The fear that i would be stoned, and hung to dry, as i was an indian and simply because of the fact that IF , if a fart exists, it is because of indians.
Don't believe me ? you are then probably not singaporean or perhaps my paranoia has finally gotten to me.
I told her, that it has become so ingrained in my psyche that whenever someone farts, i have this automatic urge to apologize.
Such is the existence of an indian.
oh that and this stereotype that WE indians have big , u know......hehehehehe............*sigh*, i wish, *sob*....
End of topic you sick people, oh woe be me! what kind of world do we live in??!!.
this is no porn show!
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