As I was travelling towards Mumbai I happened to be seated next to a loud mouthed foreigner dude.
He was fascinated with my current phone (Samsung Galaxy SII), and before we knew it we were talking about each others lives.
He had a blackberry.
I could not hide my pity.
Well, at least it wasn't a nokia.
He was a thirty plus canadian settled in dubai, making his living as a pianist.
I was...well, still the same old me-a salty sea dog on my way to new zealand.
He went first.
I've come here to meet my girlfriend, he said.
She's a doctor, he said.
NOWAYS!GETTOUTTAHERE! My wife is a doctor.
Ah...she's an intern, just a student right now,he said.
NOWAYS!GETTOUTTAHERE! My wife is a student too.
She's in manipal right now, he said.
NOWAYS!GETTOUTTAHERE! My wife is from manipal too.
She was actually born in Madras, he said.
NOWAYS!GETTOUTTAHERE! My wife was born in madras too.
Are you sure its not the same girl? he asked now, a bit nervous.
Just to be on the safe side, he showed me her photo, on his blackberry torch.
It's not the same girl, I reassured.
Ain't she a beauty? He asked, in a curious cockney accent.
Being in dubai for the last six years, with expats from different caucasian communities has given him a confused mix of accents- sometimes he's a loud nuu yawker, sometimes south african, sometimes canadian, eh?, sometimes he's an aussie may-te...while I try to drown out my own incredibly incomprehensible indian accent and speak as neutrally as possible.
(seriously-whites cannot understand the indian accent or our turn of phrases, just like I find singaporian accent funny la!)
I even show him my beautiful wife's photo, just to assuage his fears.
He is relieved,but he still asked...are they sisters?
But if this was an interaction between a girl and a boy, I would have used all the above points to show how much our stars were aligned and how much we were destined to meet like this.
Ah...stupid psychology...y u spoil all mysteries of serendipity?
