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Stereotyped Americans about Indians..


I get irritated on reading articles from US when they talk about India and its economy. They never forget to add this line…

In India there are people who still live under poverty with average income of less than an US $.

I should ask how frequently those journalists have visited India or known its people.

I was so eager to browse on the same topic and get to know the notion of Americans about Indians. The most interesting comment from an American was this…

“Since many Americans don’t leave the US, their world view is dictated by what they see on television and news programmes deal very little with world news, therefore it is regular TV shows from which most information is gathered and they only really reinforce stereotypes or periods from another countries history.”

American TV channels show more of the Indian cows, elephants and the people taking ride on these animals.

For an average American his world begins at his home passes through Hollywood and ends at the White House.

Once I got an opportunity to travel to US where I worked with my onsite colleagues, I did see their interest to visit Bangalore and other parts of India. I expect such awareness should come from all Americans and think that there is a world outside America which is bigger and stronger…wat say?

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Boy meets Girl- Part 2

January 9, 2012 1 comment

Our family felt that morally bride’s family will take more time as they need to think a lot before giving their girl.  Well…our situation was like awaiting an examination result without knowing pass/fail.

In a blown state of mind we entered Annapoorna, the most popular hotel in Coimbatore, known for its taste of Sambar and coffee. I should say the cost of our snack bill was equal to a breakfast bill in A2B at Bangalore. As I tweaked my wallet into the pocket after paying the cash, an advice bobbed up from my sister “Don’t keep looking at the wallet…from now on you should start loading more cash…”

We headed back home in our two wheelers. I lost interest to look at my FESTINA watch now but was eager to see the wall clock as I always admired its display for its appealing golden dials. It was about half past 12.

Family members got into series of discussions as to when to keep the engagement, marriage…blah blah. Should say that’s how the curiosity my family would show and have been showing since a long time about my marriage…my mother has had drawn plans as whom to give dress materials (silk sarees and silk dhotis). She even had already filled one section of wardrobe in the last year for that sake. Just for a matter of one day event in my life!!

Few of the touted minds started to talk about their “privileged” relatives to be invited for marriage. My sister-in-law started making the list. In agony I stopped everyone in continuing the marriage subject and reminded them that girl is yet to say YES and we are waiting for their family’s decision.

With tautness in everyone’s face, kids too started reacting to this situation slowly. My niece and nephews were cribbing for their leaves going waste simply. Even the other adults in the family-bro, sis-in-law, sister, bro-in-law have taken a day off from their job. One of my nephews was kidding me “You went in the morning to the parlor for doing the facial…ha ha ha…it is all going waste now”. I got infuriated over the kids as they too started to harass me this way…what a state of pity I am in?

Troubled with appetite, I had little lunch, I insisted my sister-in-law to make sure that the mobile was not switched off or left abandoned as the marriage broker would call only to her number.

At around 2:00 P.M, all our avidity increased heavily such that my bro-in-law tried calling the marriage broker. With sad face he came back to us and said “She has switched off the mobile”. Luckily someone reminded my bro-in-law “Why don’t we call girl’s father itself, you anyway have his number”.

With a reluctant mind he called to his number and asked “ I am Sathish’s bro-in-law…you said you will let us know the result in 1 hour. We are waiting for it as we need to inform our relatives”. Words cannot be described about my “future” father-in-law’s sincerity to his job. Though retired from service he is continuing his job on request from company. Gracefully he picked this call while in office. He told “We parents liked the guy, but waiting for the girl. She left office right from temple due to some urgent work. So we are yet to discuss on her decision. Can we tell it by 6:00 P.M as she will be back from work”.

More agony in everyone’s behavior. Do not know whom to convince. My bro went furious such that he was about to get that phone and break it. We had to cool him down saying bride family are like that. This family looks to take little more time to tell their thoughts.

There was another reason to get angry because we were about to commit to other family to see one more bride the next day. Due to my short trip to India several things were clogged and we could not afford to delay as everything was pre-planned while I was in Germany.

There was a rib-tickling incident happened during my first Skype meet with this girl. Their parents were looking for an auspicious day to have a chat. The Skype id was shared with atmost care referring to astrological timings.

Our family started suspecting that they might be delaying due to this. So my sister pulled the monthly calendar from the wall and started looking for the timings. She said “Time is good only…no issues…then why are they not calling??”

Tea time neared as the clock struck 6 o clock. Just to revert back….we left from the temple at 11:30 A.M. Have completed lunch and tea but didn’t receive the call from bride’s family….

Suddenly anger and frustration were diverted towards me. My bro asked  “Did you ask the girl whether she liked you or not”. I started to get back to my conversation with the girl what I had in the morning. I remember I didn’t ask this question….. neither she didn’t ask me. I had to admit my lack of knowledge in such things. In return I replied to my bro “I am pretty much sure she liked me..there is no doubt”.

In between, calls came from relatives who was updated about this event of ours wanting to know the result. One after the other relatives started perstering through phone calls asking as “What happened?”.

At around 7:00 P.M my bro-in-law called to the broker to enquire the status. Surprisingly she picked the call and stated that her husband was hospitalized and could not pick the call. She pleaded sorry to us. Had to pity on her emergency but felt diligent on our frustrated dependency on her. She said “I just now called them. They said the girl arrived from office and is parking the 2 wheeler inside. We will wait for 5 minutes”.

My mom sprinted with joy on overhearing as her second daughter-in-law also knows to drive a two-wheeler! Good for her…!

We all thought that the girl needs only 5 minutes to decide and why we had to wait from morning for this. There is severe lack of understanding on either side or indulgent on my purpose of visit.

At last the call came from the broker….

To be continued..

May the trash be with me….in a German Way

October 15, 2011 1 comment

Being an expat in Germany, I was thinking to write a topic on waste management for some time now.

While in Bangalore, out of the several menaces I had in my daily routine, garbage throwing ceremony happens to be a thrilling and lofty event. Seriously the problem I had was in carrying that stinking white thin plastic bags till the end of the street; identify a suitable place in the unkempt property adjacent to my house and watch for any onlookers; some are so keen watching me from their building’s first and second floors. The throwing event happens in less than a second.  At times the missile impact causes the sloppy plastic bag to open its knot and whole stuffs come out. That instant my insight hurt me for doing such ignominious activity to the environment.

I am lucky to throw them without anyone’s notice but once luck never favoured me as I got blasting from my neighbour asking not to throw in the vacant plot. He was complaining that it has become a waste dumping land to everyone and especially me (finger pointing at me). After that incident, my conscience was so feeble that I will not be able to originate a pile of my suffs on someone’s property.  But it didn’t stop….

There used to be garbage collecting tractor vehicle passing through all the streets in our area. Its visit happens everyday morning but the vehicle is superfast that when I hear the tractor entering the street, I had to rush packing the stuffs and by the time I come out of the house, the vehicle would have vanished.

Once I tried to place the stench bag at my corridor believing someone will dispose on seeing them but immediately heard a lady voice from the window. It was my ground floor neighbour and heard her saying, “Please don’t keep it here, dogs will pull it down and make it a mess in the entrance”.

How unfortunate, isn’t?

Where in this world can I go and dump those stuffs?

From that weekend, I had to spend considerable time to fill the waste in several bulged plastic bags, wait for the vehicle and had to dump them. Weekends were spent for waste management!!

Few years back while i was in my native, the municipal corporation announced a scheme that every family would receive 2 plastic cans to segregate the garbage -one for degradable and other for non-degradable items. All house hold women were ecstatic when they got the cans –white and green. My typical Indian mom brought the cans and told me “They have issued this for garbage, it is big enough and the plastic is good…I will use it to store masala items and will be air tight”. What an idea sirji??

The next time when I went to my native, I could see that plastic cans reached a majestic position in the loft and of course the masala items preserved safely in those air tight containers. I was wondering why Government has to spend so much money to create employment, manufacture and distribute those air tight containers to store only “masala items” to these home makers??

During my next visit, the green and white plastic cans were missing in the loft and when I asked my mom she said “Nowadays the guy is not taking our garbage in our “customized” can unless he sees those 2 color cans outside, so we have use them desperately for garbage”.  She had to sacrifice her containers for this waste management initiative of the government.

This is one good example as we Indians are forced to abide the law unless it is reinforced.

Germany and waste management

Protecting the environment is a hot issue in Germany. I like the “sorting enthusiasm” which Germans have been following strictly. In offices you could see four color bins-green, blue, yellow and brown meant to segregate glass, paper, packaging and bio-waste (organic substances) respectively. We can see these cans in every German household as well. This is a national color coding scheme for the bins in Germany.

One interesting recycle strategy is the compulsory deposit-return systems meant for drinks containers. I get deposit of  0.25 for all single-use containers between 0.1 to 3 litres which I use in my day today life. How interesting isn’t?

My colleagues and neighbours here will rat me if I violate these garbage rules!