A dear friend of mine, working in one of the largest and most reputed pharmaceutical company, narrated this incident to me. She was in the pantry area for a cup of coffee when she saw an Indian colleague who she didn’t know and hadn’t spoken to ever.This guy was washing and rinsing his coffee mug and seemed to be embarrassed to be seen by another Indian lady(my friend), caught in such a situation,doing such a menial job. And he was so ashamed of himself that he remarked, addressing my friend –“Here, in this office I have to do this. At home I don’t even fetch a glass of water myself.”
Great job….loud applause.
Another friend, working in an IT giant organization in Texas was talking about the new Indian guys shipped from India for some project. And they complained to the management that they were under ‘severe mental stress’ because they couldn’t readily get to eat sambhar and rice. Grow up guys, all daals and rice and masalas are available readily in Texas. Try boiling some of it with salt and laal mirch before escalating the issue to the management.
A friend’s mother-in-law when visiting them from India –“My poor son has to touch the dirty dishes and clean up after dinner.”She was mad and hurt about her son having to rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher.
This is a do-it-yourself country,ma’am!!
And this one is taken from the novel I am reading currently, Desirable Daughters by Bharati Mukherjee. In this plot, some people are talking about the efficacy of the metro train system in Calcutta. The argument, one guy gave was that people could reach home earlier in order to spend some more quality time with family.
“Quality time?” a woman retorted.
“That man who downs tens of cups of tea at work is able to reach home 15 minutes earlier to lift up a lazy leg to the couch and order more.”