I met two young Indian lads today in my luxery hotel I was using as a convalescence centre. While I was sitting alone toiling through some plain vegetable rice in the restaurant Sameer came over and invited me to join them which was generous. So I came on over and we had a chat. Both Sameer and Sandeep are medical students who study outside Bangalore. It quickly became apparent that their favourite topics were 1) smoking weed 2) heavy metal - principally the work of Iron Maidan and Metallica 3) girls 4) football. We had a funny conversation that mostly involved the asking me non sequiters of questions. I think they were both stoned.
Sandeep had this charming way of using the word "bugger" as a noun, verb and adverb. As in:-
"Bugger, hey bugger, you know Liverpool, I watch them bugger Chelsea the other day, bugger." This was essentially how he conversed the whole time. Surreal.
The pair were about twenty and, the heavy use of "bugger" aside, seemed to have modelled themselves with great reverence on American stoner movies. Dude Where's My Car, Harold and Kumar etc. They were nice people, generous to me and eager to hear about London and quick to offer advice about where to go in India, but there was something deeply depressing about their world view. Two intelligent and priviledged guys from one of the most culturally rich countres in the world acting as if they had grown up in Orange County. But then that's the way of the world I suppose. Globalisation yada yada yada.
*I realise I am being a complete hypocryte here. If you had met me when I was 20 and come half way round the world travelling to England from Argentina or China or wherever it is a guarantee that you would think I was a complete retard also. But such is life. With age comes a pretence to good judgement and personal virtue.
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