no means yes
The first stage of the head bobble is ignorance.
I tried to learn a little about India before I came. I asked former travelers for stories, I read about the politics, read some literature, I watched Slumdog Millionaire, I read the “Train Tips” section in the India Lonely Planet. I was prepared. But somehow in all of that I missed out on a critical piece of information, namely that in India no means yes. To be more precise, in India as opposed to everywhere else I’ve ever been on the planet, people indicate “yes” with a side-to-side head bobble rather than a nod. It looks a lot like a headshake “no” if you’re not expecting it. You readers may all have been aware of this already, but me, I missed out on that bit of info before I came.
The second stage of the head bobble is confusion. This stage was mostly enacted with rickshaw drivers—“Can you take me to Banjara Hills?” Headshake. Go on to the next rickshaw. “Can you take me to Banjara Hills?” Headshake. What’s wrong with these drivers?? I go through the moves once again but this time when I turn away the driver calls me back and tells me to get in. Aah, those were all bobbles not shakes.
The third stage is understanding mixed with the dawning realization that sometimes yes means no. I know what to look for now—it’s more about the movement at the top of a person’s head, rather than what’s going on at the chin. Funny how you don’t realize what physical clues you’re accustomed to reading until they change. Now I see the head bobble for what it is, but the meaning is more complex than a simple yes. A head bobble from the desk clerk at my guest house either means “yes ma’am” or, more usually, “I have no idea what you just said but I’d like you to be happy.” Like the time I asked about getting a water supply for my room so I don’t have to buy bottled water every day: “Can I get drinking water for my room? A lot of water?” Head bobble. Later that day, an empty bucket appears outside of my room. Or at work, when I ask for data on households that have bought the filter I’m here evaluating. “Can you send me the spreadsheets with that data?” Head bobble. Two weeks later, I’m still data-free.
The fourth stage of the head bobble is, of course, acceptance. And involuntary assimilation. It starts with a group of expat summer interns sharing their discovery of the phenomenon—“And another thing—the head bobble!” “I had no idea people were saying yes for the first week!” “Totally!” This is quickly followed by everyone in the group doing their version of a head bobble, which is a pretty priceless moment. But then comes the day that your colleague at work asks you to send him a copy of that report you just finished and you nod yes. But when you turn back to your desk your American co-worker is staring at you. “What’s wrong?” you ask. “You…just bobbled!” they reply in envious amazement. Score one for cultural immersion.