Saturday, January 25, 2025

 I just read the story of Nida Merchant, a solo Indian traveler who had a harrowing experience at a Cambodia port where she was eventually denied entry. She was lucky to escape unmolested.


As a single Indian woman who has lived in Thailand, I'd like to chime in.

Travel, in general is a very subjective experience. If you're a white man, it's a mostly phenomenal  experience. I see so many videos of white men having the time of their lives, especially in Asian countries. This is because they are generally treated like Gods. The hospitality is enough to bring tears to your eyes. "What a warm, wonderful people!" the guy gushes, vowing to return as soon as he can. I can go to that very same house and chances are the people there call me a whore and tell me to get out. 

Lol. 

Racism is rampant in a lot of these countries, and I include India in that list. Thailand as well. I have felt unsafe many times. I have been discriminated against many times. Only by living in a protective bubble, was I able to navigate my life in Bangkok for two years. You won't hear too much about it from most Indians settled there. They have families, they stick to their Indian communities, and they have established a few contacts that gets them what they need. For a single, brown woman who doesn't speak the language, the story is very different. As a tourist, you can go on for months without any problems because your contact with the people is minimal. But if you're there for work, with the necessity to interact with them, there are mindful precautions you must take. 

Of late, I have come to the opinion that Indians are better off in India. Sure, it may be dirty or unsafe, but it is familiar, and you are armed with the knowledge of how to survive. For better or worse, you at least have the security of belonging. No one can tell you to go back to where you came from. You can stand on the street and shout for help, and people will understand and come to your aid. You don't have to desperately call your embassy and pray they answer. 

Travel, explore, do what you will, but if you're any shade other than white, know this- the world can seriously be unfair to the un-fair. So be prepared. 


Thursday, January 23, 2025

The Busy Lying Bee

The Busy Lying Bee
When people say they're 'busy', let's face it, it rarely is true. Unless you've gotten into a situation where you have to switch off or surrender your phone, being busy is just an excuse. Especially when people can see you being present on social media. It's hard to believe someone can't take the 10 seconds it takes to type out "Hey, hope you're doing good. Let's catch up later on."
Sure, just saying one is busy is an easy, diplomatic response. But when you have a close relationship with someone and you have an established pattern of communication, suddenly changing it and crying 'busy' is a slap to the face. It's an insult to the other person's intelligence. Here are some phrases I like to use, because they are true and I believe that level of honesty is more respectful to the other person:
I was feeling low/ I was low on energy.
I haven't been feeling sociable/ I was taking some 'me' time.
I wanted some mental quiet, so I tuned out for awhile.
I was going through a tough time and I just withdrew/couldn't bring myself to reach out.
I've been sorting through my priorities, so I took a break from communicating.
I've been juggling quite a few things, so I haven't been connecting with people.
My focus/attention has been on my family/work/health/x, so I took some time away from my regular routine.
I'm not great at networking. I make an effort, but sometimes I just slip back into old habits.
Keeping in touch is something that I struggle with from time to time.
From what I have experienced, there are a few reasons why people would rather tell me they're busy- I hold a position of very low value/worth to them, they were never really in the relationship to begin with, they think it's 'useful' to keep certain contacts around, a certain level of pettiness/ ego that keeps them from initiating communication.
After I've made the effort, and identified the pretense, I get busy - Snip, snip, bye bye!