India.
- I can freely pick up a fight, go to jail, make friends or enemies in the jail, and die there or come out unscathed. Still, I have a shot at coming out because? I am Indian and the jail system there is run by Indians. Plus, I may feel better at a home jail than a US jail. (“Aaja bc!”). Bottom line is, I don’t need to worry about what goes down next after the fight. I have people to look out for me.
- I can pick up a baby whom I find very cute, without his/her parents finding it weird or calling the cops on me. I love kids, I have always loved babies (not so much when they grow up).
- I can tap on my friends’ kid’s head and say - “Arey chote, kaisa hai? jaa chai la” (Aye kiddo, how are you? get me some tea). And he would oblige. I don’t need to step down on one knee, look him in the eyes and say - “Master Jake, if I may, how do you feel about getting me some tea while I talk to your Dad?”. (Oh come on! WTF! Kids these days are brought up that way????).
- I don’t need to worry about common etiquette. I can burp in public without being judged. (“Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me, pardon me, burrrrrp!”)
- I can walk into any village in any state at any time of the day and take in the breath of fresh air. Imagine trying to do that in an all white suburb. You’ll find at least a few Trump supporters.
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