technology

Strangely, the thing that keeps reminding me of the fact that I am in India is when I call up my friends, and having someone answered in Tamil from the other side. I am not perfectly hopeless in Tamil. I can make out sentences, sometimes not from the words, but the tone that people use. Still, when it’s uttered over the phone, it’s a bit like…being attacked defenseless. He he. Because I somehow associate the phone with a universal thing. I know I’m going to be screwed. Anyway, I just couldn’t (yet?) get used to someone replying to me in Tamil over the phone. It catches me unguarded. My immediate impulse would be to slam the receiver down. Well, not slam maybe, but cutting the line anyway. Or I’ll panic. I’ll go “uh...er...uh...”, and the voice on the phone would be like “hello? Yaare?(who’s this?)” (I hope the spelling is right.)

It doesn’t really strike me anymore when I go out. Maybe because I do it everyday, and over time, I get used to it. It feels normal.
It’s just ironical: in the end, technology corners you with culture. Ha.