Indian Women-1
Have you ever wondered how easily we behave differently in the same situation albeit different settings!
How convenient it is to break one’s own rule(s) and follow the convenient path when different situations beckon. This is all the more true for our devoted selfless “Bhartiya Nari”.
Let me connect the dots!
Most of the time, us guys meet this typical girl who is generally very caring (like all girls are) and is very considerate about many things around her but equally a little confused and doped about most of the things in life(like all girls are)!!
TRUE!
So, where is all this heading to??!
Let me narrate to you an instance which is a rather common phenomenon ........
And here we go.....
SCENE I
Here we were at the general vegetable marketplace where the vendors were old, poor, diseased, humble, simple, jovial, original men and women who were there to sell off their carefully nurtured, hard earned fruits and veggies which held in them the honest fragrance of their blood and sweat.
Looking at them (the vendors) you feel like a magician as though your one compliment of the crispness and freshness of his fruits/veggies would make his day !(Well the truth is ‘yes that can actually make his day!)
Now as a guy and like other guys out there I wouldn’t pick up a fight with a vegetable vendor for a rupee less or more! Give those poor souls a chance to tell you how much it takes for them to buy that dirty brown thing you call ‘compost’ from the village dealers and yes you are correct – it’s the same thing which smells like shit! Their ordeals also include the hassles of buying seeds either the “Monsanto” designed BT or regular government declared seeds and looking up in to the sky for that drop of water to pour in to the parched land! After all that hard toil and waiting and praying these poor souls get their produce to the market to make some money with which they would feed their family of more than a dozen..... and what do they get here in the city, a smart looking convent educated housewife who insists on telling you that she topped her semester exams and was elected CR for ‘n’ number of times and most importantly in this context thinks she knows what is the MSP!(For all the girls: Minimum Support Price)
True, makes your head wonder WHAT!!?? They seem to calculate it accordingly and traumatize the vendor to make them accept whatever they pay for their kilo of onions and tomatoes!
Blah!
SCENE II
A swanky restaurant in a posh locality with the smartest of waiters and the classiest of interiors and cutlery, looking at which for once you might really get intimidated at the lack of class in oneself.
With a proud overwhelming feeling the guy takes a seat and looks at, with hope towards the standing waiter to guide him through this expensive journey and in turn do his regular job!
The menu is read and sumptuous order is placed subsequently... the reality meanwhile is hitting your brain that regular dishes are being priced according to the ‘perceived value’ rather than the ‘actual value’!
Accepting the fact and a thought passes ones overwhelmed brain that "Food business is a money making business" one continues to enjoy the ambience and savour the music and wait with child like curiosity for the food. The food arrives and is served with magician’s polish and a dancers grace by the waiter to which your girl is amazed and gives a 1000W smile as you appreciate the whiff of the expensive dish.
After the final serving of the dessert with a coy smile the manager places the bill in front of the gentlemen. At that very moment it really feels like inflation swelled up right between the time ones order was placed and the time the bill was made!
The gentlemen pays the bill and when is about to crash the bill book, he hears her squeal "How much did you tip them"?! And he looks at her with an expression of "I thought, that it was their job to serve us?!" ..... a small argument ensues; where the gentleman being a true gentleman obviously loses. By the way that is not the end, he is also told about the unsaid rule of tipping the waiters 10% of the bill amount and to which one can only shout, crib and wail "RIDICULOUS".
So,
Do we notice the connect; the hypocritical nature of women today, they would think a hundred times before tossing that single rupee into that vegetable vendors hand but wouldn't mind throwing away that INR 100 for nothing!
Hail Her!
xxx
Ashish Pandey
PS: This piece of writeup does not specify authors feeling towards any particular gender and is just a random thought which came across his mind and has nothing against women of any country whatsoever and is actually partial towards eccentric Indian women!
Love them!
