The Great Indian Stare

Ever watched Russel Peters? He has this fantastic one about how all Indians, well desis in general, will stop and stare at other desis on the street, as if in amazement that others exist. We, apparently, haven't got it into our heads that there are actually more than a billion of us on this planet. I fall prey to this constantly, and I know for a fact that other desis do this too.

Anyway. I never really understand why we do it. Having only been here for a couple days, I still haven't figured it out. That being said, today I was subjected to the Great Indian Stare multiplied by 300. I was one of the first to get off the last bus heading to our plane. I walked up the stairs, went into the plane and turned right to walk down the aisle, towards my seat. And all I saw were 150 pairs of male eyes staring at me as if I'd just gotten off a UFO. It was unnerving, but all I could think of was Russel and how he would have loved to be in my position. Laughing, well trying to hide my laughter, I headed to my seat and sat down.