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Changes

The things that have changed in life ever since I moved far east.

  1. I am no longer Akshay but AK. At restaurant reservation desks, client meetings, emails and receipts as well.
  2. Chopsticks are a part of kitchen cutlery and so is soy sauce a staple part of the diet.
  3. Officially an NRI now and that warrants an NRI account to be opened soon. Hate the tag.
  4. I have 700 unspent India rupees lying on the kitchen counter. Need to get rid of them before De-Moditisation takes toll on the 100s
  5. The laptop and phone now keeps track of 5 times zones. DC, Melbourne, Qatar  & home of course.
  6. Mango pickle is a highly traded commodity.
  7. Local Indian store is on uber and saved places on maps.
  8. Shaving cream is on the endangered species list. Foam is challenger.
  9. I only cross (well mostly) at zebra crossings. 
  10. Tagalog is getting added to a list of languages I know a smattering of.

Comments

RB said…
Love it! Welcome to the "I'm uncomfortable with this NRI business" club. Let's devise a new term for ourselves!
Akshay said…
In Kashmiri my granny often used to reprimand me saying ' tumse ek jagah baitha nahi jaata?'
P. said…
Totally loved putting the exotic Manila on my time zone list.

And same with local Indian store! Kabhi kabhi toh achaar section dekh ka rona aa jaata hai!

And you'll always be Akshay to some :)

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