However, to express solidarity with my Asian brothers here, some of whom are part of gangs that I have steered clear of, for fear of getting knifed in a dark alley at night in the International District of Seattle, the aforesaid hard currency shall henceforth be referred to as the Dawra (pronounced Daa-ra with a hard D).
This is also a dedication to the fact that the honourable oriental men who might skin me alive in aforementioned dark alley in the dead of the night can’t say ‘La’ and say ‘Ra’ instead, something immortalized on the web through the concept of Engrish.
Aside of that, this is also my polite way of protesting the time I had to spend running around to Chennai in the middle of the week to get my US Visa. I can’t believ they’ve made it so hard for regular people like us who just want to be there for a month, see basketball games, watch concerts, make friends with the natives and the immigrants and then come back once our supply of MTR has run out!
Special thanks to Monkee’s friend K who acted as saviour when I was in Chennai, on multiple levels.
So, dowra it is. Starting letter always lower case.
