The Backlog

The Indian housemate did it again. This time he didn’t change his decisions, but still he managed to infuriate me again. Is this is how all Indians act or is this his problem?

I have heard stories about Indians being cocky and chauvinists, but I still refuse to think that the whole Indian community thinks like that. I’m sure it’s the same with every race, where there’s nice people among some of the most annoying people ever.

But somehow, most of the Indian people I have met are always talking to people like they are superior than anybody else. Not only that, they always seem to keep showing that air of superiority to the people they are talking to. It’s like they will suffocate and choke to death if not for that display of pride.

Today that Indian housemate decided to do something out of the ordinary and tried to slam it on my face probably just to fish a few words of praise. He could also want me to hold him in high regards because he thinks he is great. He was already as annoying as hell and today he wants to cross the line some more.

To be fair, what he did was constructive He cleaned the porch. He swept it so clean as if he bent down to pick up all the tiny little dust specks on the ground and disposed them outside. Even Jo expressed her surprise and thought she came into the wrong house. The Indian fellow even pulled out the plants that crept through the gates. I didn’t want the plants to be pulled out because they sort of held the gate in place when the wind was strong. We never close our gates.

So yeah, if you want to clean the house, or do some chores, you can just do it and shut up, right? Would you do the chores out of the blue, especially at this time when everybody is busy with examinations, and then shove it in your housemates’ faces?

That’s what he did. I was busy with my own stuff in my room, and he called me out. I thought he had anything important to say, but when I stepped out the only words from him was “Yo, how’s the house?”. I feigned ignorance and answered “What how?”. That was to give him some opportunity to step down before me labeling him as the most annoying Indian I’ve ever met for the life of me.

He smiled and asked “You never go out, ah?” in a very arrogant tone. What, now I’m a closet freak who stays at home all the time? People have to study, and where else to study other than home? I showed him an expressionless face (that can be so, so cold) and asked “What? You mean the porch is it?”. He grinned, like a 10 year old kid reaping praises for scoring A in his spelling test, or collecting angpows at the stroke of midnight during the first day of Chinese New Year.

I said “Yeah, it looks clean” and then asked if there was anything else. He waved his right hand and said “No lah” I went back to my room and locked it shut. So, it was proven that he called me out just to show off. It wasn’t the porch that pissed me off, it was the act of showing it off. I knew it was him who washed the porch, but showing it off crossed the line a couple of times.