Thursday, January 15, 2009

Idiots Guide to the Indian Head Bobble

Wobbley, wobbley… bobbley bobbley… that’s what the average Indian head goes like all day long… no matter what question asked, no matter what statement being made… the head rolls from side to side in a quirkey, quippy manner.


Conor: Are there any train tickets available to Goa today?

Random Injun: {wobbles head}

Conor: Oooookaaayyy, so is that a yes or a no?

Random Injun: {wobbles head more visibly and deliberately}

Conor: Right, so there ARE train tickets available!

Random Injun: {aggressively wobbles head, shouting} Noooo, No Train Too-Day

Conor: Well, that’s fine cos I’m actually quite flexible, so perhaps there are train tickets tomorrow?

Random Injun: {wobbles head in precisely the same manner as before}

Conor: Aw shucks, so there’s no train tomorrow either!

Random Injun: {wobbles head so violently, neck liable to break} Yaar, Train 6.30 Pee Emm Too-Morro, what class You like?


Et cetera, et cetera… thus goes your average exchange when first confronted by the ubiquitous head bobble. Many a traveler has been driven to strangulational tendencies when confronted by this seemingly homogenous head bobble, when actually, over time, one begins to denote the mild differentiating subtleties and one discovers ‘the meaning of the bobble’. So, for the benefit of those to follow in my footstops, here’s Conor’s quick guide to understanding the Indian head bobble:


The root of the bobble:

All head bobbles are essentially the same. It is, in fact, the demeanour, and particularly the facial expression, of the bobber which denotes its meaning and it is to these facets that the bobbee should pay utmost attention.


The bobble as a greeting:

When you enter a room and there are (as there inevitably are in any room in India) many Indians sitting around, they have a tendency to stare at you blankly. A friendly, non-partisan, unassuming smile combined with a slight raising of the eyebrows and a short burst of eye-contact gives the bobble a meaning of unabashed well-wishing and is used as a greeting. You will notice that the blank faces you had previously been presented with, in turn smile and bob gently from one side to the other.

(Note: I equate this to the salam aleikum of Islam, inviting its aleikum asalam, the more elaborate the bobble, the more elaborate the response)

The bobble as a greeting should be the easiest to spot as it will precede interaction (or will not require it at all)


The bobble meaning Yes

Essentially, the positively inclined bobble is the least elaborate of them all. A quick roll of the head from one side to the other, or indeed to only one side, is most likely to be a resounding ‘yes’ or ‘no problem’ or the situational equivalent. This is like the nod back and forwards in Western society. It is the only bobble which will ever be given without eye contact, although sometimes it will include eye contact and then will be combined with raised eyebrows or other positive grimaces.


The bobble meaning No

This tends to be the most elaborate bobble. It will be emphasised and will include at least one nod to the left and one to the right (as opposed to the ‘Yes’ bobble, which may only go one way). It will also be accompanied by eye contact, possibly with a dipping of the eyebrows, a frowning or other such negative facial expressions. It’s possible that a smile will accompany this bobble, but if it does, then it will be an apologetic one, maybe with pursed lips.


The bobble meaning Thank You / You’re welcome

Again, this one is easy to spot, as there’ll be no question involved and an exchange should already have taken place so none of the aforementioned scenarios should be possible. This bobble is similar to the greeting one insofar as it is a pronounced happy-happy-smiley bobble. It can be emphasized or it can be subtle but will almost always be accompanied by a friendly smile or facial expression. It will frequently also include a moving of one or both hands to the chest.


So, now I’ve done my bit for today when it comes to East West relations… I hope that this little post will reduce much friction between Indians and travelers and make the world a much better place. See below for video demonstrations of the multiple bobble types (by a very handsome actor):



Friday, January 9, 2009

Video from Eid in Lahore

Dunno if you remember when I was in Lahore in Pakistan, I was invited to a mad Eid festival and I was ranting on about my mate Alby being dragged up on stage for a dance (see here for original post). Well, as chance would have it, I've bumped into this faux-hippie again here in Mumbai and he did a little collage of the event (in which yours truly features, albeit briefly)... see below.
C

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

SATC-sytle

It’s one o’clock in the morning and I’m lying here like a friggin’ dickhead, staring at the ceiling of my Mumbai hotel room. When I got back today, I was banjaxed so I had a little nap hoping that it might help me bring my body clock into sync with local sun patterns… no joy so far!

Over the past couple of days, I’ve been thinking about what I’m leaving behind in Ireland and what’s to come for me on this little odyssey. It was great going home for Christmas: a real break from the travels, an opportunity to catch up with friends, spend some time in the bosom of my family (tihi…) and also an opportunity to take a step back from what I’m doing and ponder my life in it’s normal (well, habitual) surroundings…

Over Christmas I’ve been occasionally assailed by pangs of doubt over this whole thing… Sure, on paper taking some time off to travel, especially given the current climate (temporal and economic) at home, is a great thing. However, it’s not without its costs.

There’s the fact that while everyone else is moving up their various career ladders, I’m not… in fact, I can’t even find the ladder. God knows what kind of job my previous experience will land me when I do get back onto it… D’ya want fries with that?

Financially, I’ll be starting from scratch again whenever I do start working again… Everyone else will have pensions and houses and investments and I’ll be standing there with my dick in my hand staring thirty in the face.

But I think the biggest cost is a personal one; geographic removal means that friendships and relationships can’t be nurtured. For me, geographic removal has been a theme of my life. During college I was abroad for five years and had to deal with the same thing then. Sometimes I wonder if I am forgoing deeper friendships by perpetually fucking off. I do think that I’m lucky in this respect though as I have a few really good friends strewn far and wide, and although I don’t see them as often as one should, when I do, we can usually jump back into ‘the way things used to be’… which is cool. Those of you that fall into this category know who you are, and I thank you for that.

Arriving back into Mumbai was a bit of a test… How would it go? How would I feel? Well, I AM happy to be back here; I got a little buzz as soon as I arrived in Heathrow yesterday and arriving in Mumbai with my taxi beeping like a mad motherfucker only served to remind me that the experiences I’m having in this melting pot of humanity do represent the kind of experiences I want to be having right now.

Right, enough of that Carrie Bradshaw, huggy-kissy shite! I’m meeting some friends (from the ashram) tomorrow in Mumbai and will probably head down to the beach (Goa) for a few days to reenergize. Beyond that I don’t really have a plan, but that’s generally perceived to be best, so I’m sure I’ll think of something to do…

Jesus, I hope all my posts aren’t gonna be as gay as this one, but I have my laptop with me now, so it’s gonna be a lot easier to drivel on at length than it has been to-date.

Signing off for your correspondent… back in the madness…

C.

Monday, January 5, 2009

baby go back...

on my way back to mumbai today... yee-haw