Saturday, June 04, 2005

Where are you from?

Where are you from? This is a loaded question sometimes. Yes, I have asked this to numerous people. I did this a lot in University, it seemed like an easy ice breaker. I am from India, I grew up in Qatar and have been living in New Brunswick since 99. I usually don't mind the question. But, a guy I know was saying he hates that question because it is a constant reminder to him that he still does not belong, even though he has been living in Canada for over 10 years and have been integrated into the Canadian way of life.

A lot of times, people are only trying to be friendly when they ask you where you are from. Sometimes, when I am asked that I say I am from Fredericton because I moved from there about 8 months ago. This, always seem to leave confused expressions on many faces. I personally find it amusing, there are very few people who will try to probe more and find out where I am originally from. My accent does not give me away, I adapted to the "Canadian way", I say SKedule now instead of SHedule :-). Now, if you ask the same question to a white Canadian, you are bound to get a detailed answer like my family came from so and so city and my mom's side of the family is English or Irish and so on. It's not the same with us. The disparity is obvious, I don't think there is any real reason to be upset by the question.

But, here is the simple fact, you still have a past and an identity that goes with you everywhere, but its upto you to decide where you are from. I say, instead of getting upset by the question have fun with it. If the person asking the question has any interest in you rather than where you are from, he or she will keep talking.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Detroit in 7

Yes, the Pistons lost game 5 yesterday. They did not play as well as they could and should have, but the heat played very well. All this means is that Detroit is going to come out firing on their home court. And, if Detroit wins on their home court, the edge certainly goes back to them, they seem to play better in these kind of situations.

I still say Detroit in 7.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Day and night

The rain finally stopped and summer seems to have begun. I can now walk to work without resorting to cabs and the buses. The best part of my day is my walk to work, I always see something that I find amusing or interesting. Yesterday I saw an old man and his dog staring at the world as if they have been together a long time and were reminiscing about old times, they looked so content and happy with the world. I pass by the centennial park on my way, I always see a lot of couples and kids there, yesterday I saw two boys on their bikes talking about riding their bike through a certain track, I guess they were racing like I used to do when I was a kid. I remember growing up in Messaieed, Qatar we used to "explore" the desert in our backyard. We once thought we found a dinosaur head in the mud until we finally realized it must have come from a dead camel, it was exciting though. It was like we were one of those characters in those Enid Blyton Famous Five books.

Anyways, then I saw a very old couple talking, they had big smiles on their face and were walking like old people do with baby steps, they got to the park bench by the time i passed them, they smiled and greeted me with a smiley "good afternoon" as i passed by. Old people are always very friendly.

On my way back from work at around 2 am, the walk is completely different, there are very few people on the roads and the occasional car always looked suspicious to me.
But, I did see something strange or funny, I saw a guy on a bicycle who was singing on the top of his voice without a care in the world, he was a horrible singer but because he was wearing a headset I am guessing he did not see anyone walking on the road or he just didn’t care. It looked spooky from my view from across the road until I realized what he was doing. To watch the street awake and asleep is quite an experience.