Sunday, April 4, 2010

Hair, fair or unfair?

Perspective! Got it! Like always. Probably fickle again!

So I was very happy with the way people were helping me out in Europe, right from the time I landed. Strangers asking me where I was from, how my trip had been so far, how India is...and so on. But then something changed gradually. I had come to Europe with the perfect length of hair, clean shaven and what have you. Slowly, the perfect length of hair overgrew. A stubble appeared. And the warm and friendly people too disappeared. More people were now mistaking me for being Turkish and Pakistani than for Spanish or Portuguese. The moment I said, "Excuse moi, madame..." women sped away. People didn't smile to me as much in the streets and looked at me strangely when I smiled at them. One gentleman asked me upfront, 'Are you a Hindu'. I was just too amused to care about how random that question was and what its purpose could have been. Another very sweet elderly gentleman, walked up to me and started talking in Francais. When I spoke all the French I knew to tell him that I didn't speak French, he reluctantly ran his hand over his smooth cheeks and kept saying, 'Espangole? Espangole?' He then said something very fast and when I looked clueless, he reluctantly produced a zero machine from his bag and began giggling. I think I was about 83% amused and 17% confused. Or maybe I was 100% confused.

To add to my plight of being misjudged for another hapless illegal immigrant...a Muslim immigrant too, the cold weather cracked my lips with blood oozing out from them. I don't speak the language here, nor do I have much money left. About 85% match with 'All-time Classic Illegal Immigrant Traits', I think. But the incident from today morning just beat everything hands down. That will be another post. So...

There are two things possible here. One, I am totally crazy and paranoid. Two, people judge me now because I have shaggy hair and a stubble. But that throws up another sub-dilemma: I have seen scores of white guys here with all kinds of dubious hairdos and stubbles. Some of them couldn't have attracted so much attention from people, if they went up to them asked for it. Yet, my 10 day stubble stands out so much. Is it because it is a 10 day stubble on a brown face, instead of a white one?

I will have an internal discussion over this later in my head. For now, I am not going to let a few (or a lot of) stinky apples spoil my dessert. The Pain au Chocolat beckons in the background...

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