The Modern Indian Expat In Asia

Here is a delightful first post on this blog by my good friend Achala Srivatsa. Read on, about the Modern Git!

Many years ago, I read an article written by the brilliantly funny Jug Suraiya where he talks about the Great Indian Traveller (or GIT) whose credo is “I am very bore”.  Armed with this philosophy, the GIT proceeds to wreak havoc upon holiday destinations. His presence is detected by empty packets of chips strewn around freely and  boom boxes blaring “chikni chameli” (I decided to make the song more contemporary. I don’t think it had reared its head those days) and the GIT’s offspring also declaring that they are still “bore”.

Deeply impressed by this, it struck me that the Modern Indian Expat in Asia is no less worthy of being immortalized in an article.

The MIEA in his country of residence in Asia is readily recognizable by two things.  One, his deep conviction that all the Caucasians in his office are being overpaid and that he is being underpaid. Second, his abiding belief that he is personally indispensable at work. These convictions make for a nice combination of superiority, a sense of being wronged and self-righteousness.  To be fair, the MIEA works his butt off but ensures that weekends are spent playing golf and drinking rare Single Malts with his buddies.

This is important. There are only 3 rules of the Single Malt Club- a) the name must be unpronounceable and must have at least 8 consonants ; b) it must be from the most remote Lowland brewery (Highland malts are so passé) ; c) it must smell like superior disinfectant.  (Only Glynywwwlllyyn will do),

Madam MIEA  has a busy life. A typical day consists of supervising her super efficient household staff ( dinner for 8 tonight), her coffee morning with her “girlfriends”(an Americanism that has been quickly embraced).  Lunch with a neighbor, tea with a friend and a quick nap before dinner, and that takes care of her day.  GroundHog day fashion, this repeats itself the next day – except the dinner will shift to a friend’s home. Life is so hectic, you know. I’m so tired of socializing.

The International School keeps her busy as well.   New customs and traditions have taken root. Halloween is big (must do the pumpkin carving and the costume), birthday parties are intricate social exercises involving the most appropriate venues and activities, the perfect return gifts for a multi-cultural crowd) and ensuring that no peanuts get into any of the food. Junior MIEA (with his truly enviable ability to switch from flat, nasal  American vowels to a “good” Indian accent) has very specific needs vis-à-vis his birthday celebrations. After all, he needs to be invited back!

From birthday concerns to university concerns. The rule is – must be anywhere but in India or the country we are now in. If not the UK or the US. any friendly East European country will do.

The MIEA family is also recognizable by their holidaying habits.  Mention the word “tourism” and they recoil in horror. Tourists are ignorant pond scum – doing guided tours and gawking at the Eiffel Tower.

“Doing” a place is much more civilized. It implies that you “get” the country – you avoid the clichéd spots, you immerse yourself in the culture and emerge a more interesting dinner companion – with better, brighter, more insightful stories with SOUL (“this little boy in the souk… he took me home and his grandmother made me real Moroccan tea out of a 14th century pot”). And think of the FB post that would make.

No more SEA (so crowded darling, who wants to go to Bali again?). Nope. The thing to do is to choose the most politically and culturally correct destination and then “do” it. “This summer we plan to do Petra and then Praha. Prague to you” Popular destinations are – Jordan, Burma or Myanmar (choose your PC version), Ireland, Morocco, driving in NZ (always) and of course that old favourite – New York – again.

The MIEA and his missus like to call themselves foodies. While traveling they fall upon  the local cuisine with a vengeance. Pierogies in Hungary, damper in Oz, aglio olio with a light shaving of truffles, bratwurst and other wursts while in German… but hang on – I spot a “Shalimar Tandoori Palace”.  Any interest in further approaching (another) slab of cold European meat vanishes at the thought of good old butter chicken and dal makhni. God bless all the Shalimars in the world – even if the food tastes like a vague facsimile of Indian food, nostalgia adds a ton of flavor to it. You really can’t take India out of the Indian expat – Thank God.

Next week, we look at the MIE in the land of the free and the home of Obama.



8 thoughts on “The Modern Indian Expat In Asia

  1. Shuchi

    Very funny, Achala!! I may not know this person, but I think I may know the ones you feature next week :-). Looking forward to it!

  2. shruti

    achala, my bench mark for good writing and the correct use of the english language for 30 +years. as for her wit, its directly connected to ones IQ. (if you dont get it, you aint got it).

  3. indi

    you know how much i love the indian expat. and now you make me love my own kind even more. we must “do” mozambique together soon, hear there’s a good ganesh restaurant with great butter chicken out there. lovely read, gimme more.


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