I decided to post this first because I was tired of writing the post ill be posting in the next few days. I haven't finished it yet because my thoughts are everywhere. I need a break first and share something that does not focus on my self.
Me and my colleague arrived at our office building very early so we decided to buy something first from the grocery store. We were happy chatting about a topic which i forgot what it was and went inside the elevator. The elevator has a big mirror and I enjoyed staring at myself blankly. I leaned on the glass after i pressed the number 2 button. My friend on the other hand was still talking about something. While waiting, an Indian and a Local also went inside the elevator, so there were 4 of us inside the elevator. I looked at the indian lazily while carefully trying to guess what button he should press. This local guy in front of me pressed number 7 and then 5. He has a big belly, pointed noise and funny eyes. I thought he wasnt sober and was pretending he was not in the influence of something. Then a conversation started between the Indian and the local.
Indian: uhhhh
Local: C'mon, which floor?
indian: (while pointing at the numbers) hmmm.. 9 please.
Local: (looking at the indian sarcastically from head to toe) Huh? are you on rum or whisky, or drugs? There no is number 9 here, look? only 7 floors. Don't you know DSO has only seven floors? C'mon tell me which floor?
Indian: (slightly embarrased, just smiled and did not say anything) hmmm...
The local was still talking nonsense. Me and my friend both shared laughters.
I wasn't laughing at the Indian but I was laughing at the local. I was amused by what he did because he thought he owned the elevator. His tone of voice was irritating which can be compared to a drunk and boastful schoolboy. This is a clear picture of discrimination. He should have asked the Indian in a nice way or let the Indian decide which floor he should choose. Not rant about how many floors the building has and whatsoever. It was a small talk that lasted a minute but for me it is an indication how arrogant locals treat some Indians. They think very little to these people while they treat themselves as Gods. They own this place but at least they need to show some respect to individuals who helped them make this country a nice place to live in.
I find hypocrisy at the highest level. Locals pray several times a day, thinking they will be forgiven immediately. Irony of it, they think it is okay to do the same mistakes again.
Somehow, i pity both of them. the Indian, for being so weak and defenseless and the local, for being tactless and inconsiderate. I hope they both find peace and pray their paths won't cross again.
Til here, im sorry for a very boring post, I told you my thoughts are everywhere. I had a hard time completing this too. I have a lots of things in my mind lately and it's blocking all of my senses.
But that's fine, promised myself to be ok...I promised the persons who mattered to me the most, that I will be OKAY....
good night, good morning rather...im already sleepy. ciao
--
ineth
Me and my colleague arrived at our office building very early so we decided to buy something first from the grocery store. We were happy chatting about a topic which i forgot what it was and went inside the elevator. The elevator has a big mirror and I enjoyed staring at myself blankly. I leaned on the glass after i pressed the number 2 button. My friend on the other hand was still talking about something. While waiting, an Indian and a Local also went inside the elevator, so there were 4 of us inside the elevator. I looked at the indian lazily while carefully trying to guess what button he should press. This local guy in front of me pressed number 7 and then 5. He has a big belly, pointed noise and funny eyes. I thought he wasnt sober and was pretending he was not in the influence of something. Then a conversation started between the Indian and the local.
Indian: uhhhh
Local: C'mon, which floor?
indian: (while pointing at the numbers) hmmm.. 9 please.
Local: (looking at the indian sarcastically from head to toe) Huh? are you on rum or whisky, or drugs? There no is number 9 here, look? only 7 floors. Don't you know DSO has only seven floors? C'mon tell me which floor?
Indian: (slightly embarrased, just smiled and did not say anything) hmmm...
The local was still talking nonsense. Me and my friend both shared laughters.
I wasn't laughing at the Indian but I was laughing at the local. I was amused by what he did because he thought he owned the elevator. His tone of voice was irritating which can be compared to a drunk and boastful schoolboy. This is a clear picture of discrimination. He should have asked the Indian in a nice way or let the Indian decide which floor he should choose. Not rant about how many floors the building has and whatsoever. It was a small talk that lasted a minute but for me it is an indication how arrogant locals treat some Indians. They think very little to these people while they treat themselves as Gods. They own this place but at least they need to show some respect to individuals who helped them make this country a nice place to live in.
I find hypocrisy at the highest level. Locals pray several times a day, thinking they will be forgiven immediately. Irony of it, they think it is okay to do the same mistakes again.
Somehow, i pity both of them. the Indian, for being so weak and defenseless and the local, for being tactless and inconsiderate. I hope they both find peace and pray their paths won't cross again.
Til here, im sorry for a very boring post, I told you my thoughts are everywhere. I had a hard time completing this too. I have a lots of things in my mind lately and it's blocking all of my senses.
But that's fine, promised myself to be ok...I promised the persons who mattered to me the most, that I will be OKAY....
good night, good morning rather...im already sleepy. ciao
--
ineth