Besides the multi-cultural heritage and history, the many quirks and habits of Indians is what intrigues me. From inventing a concoction of Hinglish phrases to relying on Bollywood movies as an art form, Indians have a way of doing things that sets them apart from the rest of the world. These reasons are why I absolutely adore India:

The presence of the ‘bum shower’ in the bathroom.

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Toilet paper is overrated, unhygienic, and frankly, rather awful if you look at it. I’d rather clean myself with a forceful jet of cold water than wipe away with a flimsy piece of toilet paper.


The importance of my ‘bai’.

Nothing makes me happier than seeing my maid’s face every morning. She cleans the floors, washes my clothes, and scrubs utensils covered with remnants of curry. Without my ‘bai’, my house would resemble the landscape of a garbage dump.


The motivation of rush hour.

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The strenuous workouts at the gym are nothing compared to the rush hour every metropolitan city in India faces. My day’s exercise is fulfilled with the shoving, pushing and free massages packed through my journey.


The skill of bargaining.

The back-and-forth verbal battle of bargaining for a pair of ‘chappals’ is the reason for my over-confidence. My goals no longer include getting a new car or buying a house; my goal is winning the bargaining match with the shopkeeper.


The insignificance of cutlery.

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Using a fork and spoon to eat food is too mainstream when I have natural cutlery — my fingers. The art of pushing morsels of food with the ‘thumb push’ technique makes the food tastier, better – and a whole lot more personal.


The irrelevance of grammar.

The constant use of the phrase like ‘Side, please!’ and adding ‘no’ at the end of ‘This is nice, no?’ is the Indian English grammar. No one cares about being grammatically correct as long as the sentiments are conveyed, no?


The influence of gossiping aunties.

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Like a football team, aunties in the neighbourhood huddle to discuss why I’m still single. Probably the only reason I have a profile on Tinder so I can find a fake boyfriend to get them off my back.\


The value of plastic ‘dabbas’.

Takeout butter chicken from the restaurant across the street has never been more delicious. Not only do I get to gobble up the butter chicken, but I also get a free ‘dabba’ to store my leftover dal and rice.


The unabashed love for Bollywood.

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The choreographed dance sequences, unrealistic love stories, and ridiculous action sequences are what India considers art. Forget the brilliance of modern art and indie movies, seeing Shah Rukh Khan strike a pose is what pops my popcorn.


The rejection of rickshaws.

Being rejected by a ‘rickshaw wala’ during rush hour hurts more than being rejected by my crush. Conveying my destination clearly and agreeing on the right fare with the rickshaw driver truly gets me going.