paul,
that is fucking scary what you went through!! I felt the same too when the guys seemed all confused and I was hoping they wouldnt shoot me or something! here's to never meeting those guys again!

It is 12.30 in the night, im dozing off to a particularly exciting show on the FOX network,one of the only 2 channels i get, and I get the fucking jitters when I hear loud banging on my bedroom door. Someone yells "Its the police. Open up" I do not want to, Im shit scared. Again the yelling resumes. I open the door a little bit and im blinded by the flashlight shining in my face. There are 2 of them. One with the flashlight and the other with his hand on his hip/gun. Im almost about to breakdown when one of the 2 cops yells at me asking me about someone. I told them that the guy lives upstairs and they march away, without a word.
And then i did not sleep all night. Never knew it was so fucking scary.

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Im angry and the past 2 semesters are being cleared of their hallucinatory web and im falling down fast to the fucking earth. In anger the alliteration is all around. So, this blank space shall help me clear up some facts.
1. There is nothing one can do to normalize the 'outsider' experience, you just will have to stand on the fringes and be granted ocasional privilages.
2. One has to completely erase your past experiences and achievements when one relocates.
3. One cannot draw consolance from "those happy times"
4. one will be and allways will be the exotic 'other'
5. If anyone mentions one more time about how excellent my english is, im going to present a tome to that offending person about the fucking colonial history that India has had. I'm sorry I am not capable of speaking any other kind of english.
6. if anyone looks closely at my lips and tries to lip read when im fucking screaming my head off, i shall drown my sorrows in a bottle of old monk rum (my favorite from mera desh)
7. If anyone asks me if there are big houses and good roads in India, I shall repeat the book-presentation this time with Said's Orientalism and visker's essay on racism. and then some more subaltern history.
8. IF anyone attempts to translate weird little americanisms i shall inform politely that media globalization and imperialism has brought everything from Cops to Friends to The Bold and the Beautiful to the many corners of the earth.
9. I shall also poltitely explain that I speak, read and write 4 languages, have an MA in Developement Communication and Documentary production and have taken a 20 hour long flight to come to this blessed land.
10. this rounds off nicely my little diatribe.

So why I am writing this? because i have been told, in not so many ways, the first 4 points by some power-that-be.
im frustrated and im not going to be slotted into a preconceived role of the 'alien' the 'foriegner' the 'outsider' that one has to help in order for then to assimilate. well i do not want to assimilate.