This hot young Man is my grandfather and there’s no edit here, it’s a real old photo of him.
“Bumbay” used by Filipinos to refer to their Indian friends. People in our neighborhood used to call him that way, in fact I have uncles and cousins who are still called that way.
I can’t believe he really looks Indian.
When someone asks me if I’m Indian I would always say NO and if they ask that I might have it in my blood, I always said I don’t know… How can I know if my own Mom and her siblings doesn’t know?? I’ve asked them many times and they always says they are not sure as well.
When I was a kid the elders used to threaten us with Indians that has this big cloth on their heads that if we don’t behave, they will eat us or there are snakes inside that cloth. It always works and until now it works with the next generation, then someone will comment out that they threaten the kids like they don’t look Indian. Later on I’ve learned that those Indians are called Punjabi.
When I was growing up the only thing I know about them is that they have their motorcycle and go to different houses and they sell things like umbrella and lend money and that they really smell bad. One time there was this Indian guy who asked me why Filipinas hate them, well I was caught off guard because he was blunt and asked me straight so I guess he deserved an honest answer. Well as for me, I like them now that I’ve got to learn more about them and I’ve lived a life surrounded by them, I’ve worked with them, laughed with them, and so far all the Indians I know are really nice, well not most of them. When I was in HP I’ve met wonderful Indian people and although I only got to work with them online I’ve learned to like them a lot, especially those who are very accommodating and helpful, I’ve met snobbish ones but only a few. So I’ve told that guy that maybe because some Indians really smells bad and we Filipina known to be really hygienic cannot stand the smell and most of the time it grosses us out. He said it’s because of their food and I said not really, because I worked with them everyday and not one in my team smells so bad like the others and they eat the same food, then he said not all Indians smells like that, well it is true, so I told him maybe those Filipina he usually meets had a bad experience with smelly mens.
Sometimes I get to think about it, maybe they are used to how they smell and they like it, I’ve read somewhere that they find it erotic and maybe if we don’t like how they smell they also hate how we smell, hahaha, I wonder what they say about us Filipinos.
We have different cultures and we just need to respect that, I am not trying to wash my hands here, because I myself hates how they smell too and sometimes it really pisses me off because it’s giving me severe headache, but I am not judging anyone, one thing I learned here in Singapore, you really need to adjust and learn to get along with everyone, because as for me, I had a lot of bad experience with Chinese people who thinks they are the only son of God but I try to be patient because if I let my anger gets the best of me, I might end up in Jail and goodbye Singapore for me.
Nobody is perfect, we all have our owns flaws, and I’m sure you will agree with me when I said we Filipinos have a lot of flaws as well.
I am a Filipina and I am proud of it and I used to hate it when people thinks I am Indian but now maybe I need to learn to embrace it because after all my Lolo Jose looks so much like south Indian and maybe I am Indian and that would explain why I get along very well with Indians and my love for Chicken Curry.
Back to that hot man in the picture.
He was not really known to be a nice man, he was the most strict man I know. I always tell my younger cousins, nephews and nieces that they are very lucky they weren’t born during the time that he was still alive because they surely will get hit by his wooden cane with their stubbornness and hardheadedness, my generation was much more disciplined unlike our next generation of Fabians are really uncontrollable.
I miss him and I miss my grandmother so much. They both died in my bed and I still slept on it for a long time, that bed I think is used now by my younger cousin who lives in their house.
I guess if it’s family thing and they were so close to you, it’s not that creepy… hahaha
