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Random Observations - Part 3

Right. Unlike the last random observations edition, this one will not have a theme. Here we go.

RO #1
 There are many actions that define the mentality of Indians. But there is one, which is my favourite, and will give you an exact idea of the Indian mentality and how it is to be Indian.

Whenever there is a fuel price hike, you see people going the petrol/ diesel stations in a mad rush to fill up their tanks with fuel before the hike comes into effect. Save when you can (doesn't matter if you have to get stuck in traffic for couple of hours).

Update/ Edit 1 - The owners of the petrol pump are equally cunning and shut down their pumps during the hours before the hike comes into effect, foiling the great plan of those wanting to save money.

RO #2

While I'm not exactly an anti-feminist, there are some aspects of feminism that I believe are ironic and opportunistic. While fighting for being treated equally, women also expect to be treated specially.

I am of course, referring to women's love of chivalry. "I am a woman! Pay my bills, hold doors open for me. Treat me equally."

(P.S - To my female followers, this obviously doesn't apply to you. :P)

RO #3

Have you ever seen the scenario outside an engineering entrance examination hall? (To my knowledge, this applies to most of Andhra Pradesh, not sure about other parts of India) If you haven't, let me explain it to you.

The exam is generally for a duration of three hours. While the students are writing the exam inside the hall, there are twice (at least) the number of parents (brothers, sisters, relatives) waiting outside for their ward to finish writing the exam.

You can see they have come fully prepared to sit there for three hours. Picnic baskets (yeah, this is their idea of a picnic), food, towels, books. They could even lend a couple of things if you wanted to pass time.

Then when the students come out, they pounce on them. "How was it?" "How much do you think you'll score?" "Was it easy?" "Do you think we should start looking for other colleges?" etc, etc,.

Not one student will be asked "Are you hungry or thirsty?". Who cares if you are dying. At least you got an engineering seat before you do.

This scene for me is alarmingly similar to the one in a forest, where the scavengers wait to pounce on the left overs of a bigger animal. Don't you think so too?


P.S If you're interested to see the other parts of the ROs, here's the link http://amritkosaraju.blogspot.in/p/random-observations.html

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