Human race had their origin in the interior part of Africa and later on they fanned themselves out to even the distant reaches of the habitable parts of the earth .Since human mobility had not been aided by any motoring devices they had been footing it out across the inhospitable terrain even in search of food ,water &safety .
This primeval exodus had never been whole sale ,un truncated and done within a definite time frame. Their places of settlement governed their various physical features like colour and other bodily features .But the travel continued and various ethnic communities miscegenated producing all kinds of cross breeds .In India Dravidians and Aryans intermarried and this kind of racial mix up took place everywhere .But everything took place in too distant a past that it is un evidenced in the present day context and only history books alert us to this reality .
This smug knowledge eventlessly hibernating in our consciousness springs to life even as we take our first step right on the American soil. America is generally and to some extend rightly purported to be a white nation .But our very maiden tryst with it at JFK proved our legacy notion vastly wrong .As per statistics more than 70% of the country’s population is white. Then these whites do not belong to one monolithic Caucasian racial stock .Into America migrated people from all countries of Europe and the poor among them led the pack .When slave trade prospered there took place the largest global incident of human trafficking and it was across the Atlantic .It was to continue for several centuries and took the black population in America to considerable levels .
The native tribes of America had been migrants from Asia via the Bering area which had been a narrow land mass that connected Asia and America .Some geographical upheavals down the line must have robbed of the inter continental terrestrial connect and given birth to the Bering water disconnect (strait )
.The Spaniards down south copulated with the natives to such an extend that hybrid sections of population called Mestizo etc virtually replaced the pioneering colonisers of spaniards in the aftermath of this sperm flood .So as of now Americas are virtual Noah’s ark of human racial identities.
Norflot was under influence and was sixty but he didn’t look his age .By profession he was a painter’s assistant entrusted with the work of scrubbing the surface clean pre paint .He accosted us in the tavern (Cock and Bull) interior and declared that he was from Hungary . So even the most unlettered American can trace his overseas ancestry for the simple reason that everybody invariably had one and it was too recent to be unthinking about it . The Hungary ‘expatriate’ it seemed to have never been to his ancestral country . An untraceably evolved national identity is still a far cry in the Americas.
The unfoldment of the scene of convergence of multiple ethnicities is parading itself right in front of our eyes and this makes Americas a unique experience for a race watcher.
The tavern was cavernous and the floors,ceilings, walls were all wooden .It was lit bright and the seating arrangements therein by all means were assorted in respect of their level of elevation ,shape and their proximity to the actual brew dispensing quarter .In the immediate front of the glass fronted cupboards laden with all mind boggling varieties of beer bottles stood a largish high table behind which stood tall circular seats . Some people sat on them and were imbibing their drink at leisure sip by sip .Yet another set of guzzlers graced regular chairs and tables around a musical band which went high decibel .The comparatively dim lit peripheral spaces of the joint sported yet another genre of tables and chairs which could be described as elevated. I treated myself to two tall glasses of dark coloured local beer which tasted well and its optimal level of inebriation pandered to my guts further significantly . A very corpulent woman with her ponderous endowments which were bursting at the seams of her full sleeved and jeans clad frame went about her bar tending work at a surprisingly brisk pace .The other bar tender a young woman in her skimpy outfit too discharged her duty with extreme felicity and the sight of her exquisite unclad leg of her legs were a bonus to her clientele (especially to the overseas geriatric section ). A male bar hand was a young bearded fellow of extreme good looks . A white woman of slightly coquettish disposition smiled at us and essayed an impermissible proximity and camaraderie towards the twin Indian customs but alas to little use. Among the women custom I came across two hefty and stunningly beautiful girls in their black short pants .occasions like this induce deep regrets in the hearts of spent old men.
Though hard liquors were available in the tavern none was seen partaking of that courtesy prohibitive cost thereof I was told .In every swill joint in America beer comes in their infinite varieties but are not served in bottles . In stead they are tapped directly into tall glasses or goblets and served and if replenishment is needed repeat of the modus operandi is gone for
.Tinned beers too are sparingly served . Each brand of beer has a tap of its own with its name and all emblazoned on a metallic plaque thereon.But on a previous occasion in a typical US grill they served us bottled beer and the bottle turned out to be way smaller than their Indian counter parts and there they served beer along with eat items even to family custom.
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