A to Z challenge is definitely doing good to my memory and giving me a heartfelt grin every time I am writing a post. Thank god I chose to write anecdotes from my life. LOL. In 2004 we were visiting Malaysia – me and my parents. I was a freshman at college that time. Malaysia is definitely a shopper’s paradise if you know where to shop from. Actually, Bangkok takes the cake in shopping in these Asian countries.
Anyways, we were visiting Genting Highlands on this particular day. The ride through the cable car was awesome. We were staying within the theme park. After a sumptuous dinner at one of the restaurants we were hanging around and talking a long walk to our hotel.
I was walking ahead followed by my parents at some distance. An elderly Chinese couple were walking up from the other side. They quickly came towards me and started talking in Chinese all of a sudden! I could hardly understand anything and only thing I kept repeating was – I don’t speak Chinese!
I guess they didn’t understand me either.
But I could understand they were asking for some help.
Only Chinese word I knew at that time (or even now, I guess) was ‘ni hao’!!
The more I tried to explain them neither was I understanding anything, nor can I speak, they kept on asking in Chinese.
And seriously when two people are speaking so fluently and you don’t understand anything it feels funny to be the spectator.
What I could understand from all the gestures was they were lost and they wanted to get back to their hotel!
If you have visited Genting you will know the four hotels are color coded and you have to follow the colored lines along the walls to reach to your destination.
I don’t know if things have changed now, though.
They were carrying the yellow card, with the hotel’s name in English. With some effort I could make them understand that if they followed the yellow line on the wall they’ll reach. Really hand gestures are a savior!
They said xie xie and left.
And guess what my parents did when they reached me – simply laughed at me!
This is a constant problem in my life. According to my parents and a lot of people I have quite a few Asian features on my face! I have small eyes, flatter nose etc etc. I used to be called Japanese when I was a kid because I looked like them! I don’t really believe in that, maybe I have little eyes but that doesn’t make you look like Chinese or Korean!
But this has happened with me quite a few times. Once in Mizoram, where I had gone for a trip, I was mistaken by their people as a Mizo. They were protesting against something, there was a rally and they came to our car and gave me a flag and said something in their language. Yes they picked me out from a car full of passengers!
Even in Kolkata, my hometown people used to speak to me first in Hindi, thinking I’ll not know Bengali, which is my mother tongue! Weird I say.
You guys tell me do I look that Asian???
Do I look very Asian??
Until next time, Cheers!!
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