I am in a hotel in London, and for the first time ever, experiencing a small flavour of racism. The hostess at the breakfast room, had no problem letting an ENTIRE family of 5, walk in with flipfliops but she asked me not to do so the next day. By the way their flipflops were uglier.
The doorman in this hotel has a beautiful pointed nose. And he holds it up so well, it cuts into the chilly london winds.
Its really quite amusing. While their lips are stiffened and supporting their nose, held high in the air, from below their waist - these idiots are getting raped!
If they care to look down, they will find their pants have been ripped open.
I have this very racist fantasy of my own. Every time a proper Brit serves me or asks if she / he can help me in a shop, i take extreme perverse pleasure in it. More so when we enter a shop or restaurant and they look like "helooo, do you know where you have placed your filthy feet into??" And yet it takes just a wee bit of snobbishness on your part to set them straight. Me- I could not be bothered. I am an Indian at heart, with a good dose of pedastrian - ism! I dont care to look or behave fancy. And if that is the defination and basis of your treatment, well its fine by me. All i hope is at some point your fore father was a British Babu and now you are serving me, and feeling humble about the business i have given you, a part of your paypacket has come from me! HA!!
I hope your forefather is groaning and turning in his grave and you go home everyday and hear those groans in your sleep!
HA!
As the world is realising the status of India, I stand by proud. The only thing I envy every European Citizen is their roads and instilled sense of traffic.
The way they zip by on cycles, gettting traffic priority. And no cars honking after every breath the driver takes.
And no rickshaws! Those vehicles, one day i shall acid burn a few!
The doorman in this hotel has a beautiful pointed nose. And he holds it up so well, it cuts into the chilly london winds.
Its really quite amusing. While their lips are stiffened and supporting their nose, held high in the air, from below their waist - these idiots are getting raped!
If they care to look down, they will find their pants have been ripped open.
I have this very racist fantasy of my own. Every time a proper Brit serves me or asks if she / he can help me in a shop, i take extreme perverse pleasure in it. More so when we enter a shop or restaurant and they look like "helooo, do you know where you have placed your filthy feet into??" And yet it takes just a wee bit of snobbishness on your part to set them straight. Me- I could not be bothered. I am an Indian at heart, with a good dose of pedastrian - ism! I dont care to look or behave fancy. And if that is the defination and basis of your treatment, well its fine by me. All i hope is at some point your fore father was a British Babu and now you are serving me, and feeling humble about the business i have given you, a part of your paypacket has come from me! HA!!
I hope your forefather is groaning and turning in his grave and you go home everyday and hear those groans in your sleep!
HA!
As the world is realising the status of India, I stand by proud. The only thing I envy every European Citizen is their roads and instilled sense of traffic.
The way they zip by on cycles, gettting traffic priority. And no cars honking after every breath the driver takes.
And no rickshaws! Those vehicles, one day i shall acid burn a few!
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