If I may ask but then aren’t we so loyal and honest to our beloved ones who ruled us but yes sometimes I think those days were much better than now at least things were not so corrupt as of now, every office work was done on time without any bribes or so maintain a time bar not like our babu’s in government offices who find comfort to sit on those files and find very hard to depart with these files until gifted them properly, well the buildings the offices the bridges constructed by britishers still adorn our country and cities where as a single wall gets washed off in one heavy rain the bridges sail by themselves we should learn the good from them not the bad or the ugly… just don’t limit yourself to bye, sorry, etc the words used to rescue ourselves from distressing situations…
Parents feel proud and snobbish to get admitted their little ones in high English medium schools, Hindi medium schools are looked down upon the children are taught with all efforts the etiquette manners of ‘angrez’ or English men no matter whether they understand the reason behind doing it or not, now a days people highly rate themselves while chatting in Hinglish on social media aren’t the linguistic problem is suspended somewhere in between neither we are purely Hindi spoken nor are we purely English speaking people what are we have to decide then there are soooo many states with different regions they have further different pronunciation and vocabulary they make Hindi or English way more bone chilling when they leave the influence of their mother tongue on the English or Hindi words but why why can’t we make something pure at least if not our hearts and souls!!
The cuisine part is not to be left behind in this context as well we swell with proud moments when our five year kid gobbles out that extra large pizza in a matter of few breaths or KFC has become a style statement the empty boxes are also handled with care even in few houses preserved as some antique quickly to be displayed on the dining table as soon as the door bell rings with those stale oil marks and that nasty smell sidelined with those empty crush jars the old man of KFC grinning at us and murmuring you bloody Indians and yes never to go unnoticed the faces of prod arrogant people emerging out of those KFC, Domino’s counters, the big huge mobiles adorning their fist in one the other hand has that precious takeaway bag dangling from one side to the other people take real care in adjusting the front side up of those assets… buying cheese noodles ohhh the instant ones the juice bottles has left a status symbol uhh the take away trolleys from these departmental stores reminds me of some busy airport just had a Boeing 707, but alas then the trolleys has to be left back but till the departure of the trolley and the buyer there is that huge snobbish grin on the face is hard to forget oh well who cares about the poor ‘dal roti’, chutney, etc oh we can afford so we are grazing on these empty calories…
