Please don’t get me wrong, I love Indians. Some of my best friends are Indian, I went to prom with 3 indians, I’m an honorary IASA girl. But Jesus Christ, I have never felt so strongly about hating the Indian crowd before. They do this thing where they cluster together like, I don’t know, a cockroach cluster or something, and even if they are friendly people, there is still this “Indians only” type vibe being given off and this undeniable bond between them that is impossible to actually be a part of, if you’re not Indian, no matter how good of a friend you are. There are always the ones who make an effort to make the non Indians feel included and I will be forever grateful because I know that they, at least, do not cater to the Indian cult. It’s even more frustrating right after coming back from orientation at U of M because, not to be melodramatic, I just got a taste of what life could be like: not always being the odd one out with the Indians. Freedom is so close from this constrictive social limitation, hallelujah. Praise the lord. Namaste, bitches.
Don’t judge me, I’m not racist.