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Top 10 Reasons I am not a Stereotype Indian

Life as it stands often comes back in complete circles and however you may not like you, you have to walk on its circumference. However you may want to distance yourself from anything the thing remains with yourself forever and ever. Now, obviously speaking, looking at the title there must be blood boiling in your rage which party or foreign power did I join in, the one interesting in our politics or our religion. Well, nothing like it. The point is with the rise of social networks there is a rise of phenomenon called the Delhi Boy Complex, when there is some article that brings a mass people to senses, they shout out loud to opposite it and in turn prove it.

So as it turns out, I was hanging around with some old buddies and we were discussing this so-called article by an NRI who left India because of certain reasons. I did agree with him on many points, as in, with the Sardar Jokes and stuff, when my old friend replied, 'Dude, you are anyways born in a wrong country, maybe a wrong planet even....'

 That brought me to my senses, I don't mind being born in any country and I am not leaving the country anytime soon (or have no intentions as well), I realized what if the person who causally joked was right? What if I am not a stereotype Indians and by definition of democracy am not an Indian, but a minority who has to struggle to live? (that's just sad cos I don't struggle to live, I actually make others suffer)

The retrospection got me some points with me from which I am nothing the top 10, why I am not an Indian.

I do not swear on the street or for that matter anywhere.
This may be a shocker to many but yes, I have not given those Ma, Bha and other swear words that many Indians pride in giving. I do remember giving a swear word to a person in a verbal brawl in 9th standard but I do regret doing it till date.

I greet Good Morning, thank you to every person who I meet on the way to office.
I see no difference in any office executive, bus Conductor, Office Guard or a janitor. Everyone are doing a job they are assigned to do and everyone has a role in the global chain of events. I don't even abuse or boss over the office janitor while walking.

I refuse to sit in the human pulled rickshaws in the capital of the country.
I have sat in them four times and in the last ride I saw the man very old, nearly the age of my grandfather pulling the rickshaw. That was the last time I saw in the rickshaw, I started walking the streets of Noida or use the dreaded blue line buses (this was year 2008)
I find the rickshaw feudal, inhuman and highly inappropriate. I refuse to misuse the condition of the poor rickshaw puller and tire him to exhaustion.

I do not honk horns on the signal.
Sadly many commuters besides me do not agree with me, they start honking horns as if in some sort of road-rage symphony. I do not join them, however urgent my work may be.

I do not make Sardar Jokes or even forward them.
And for that matter I do not even make Chennai jokes, American Jokes, Jokes on any person (sparing Rajnikant and CID of-course) special not those generalized jokes. If I do like some, I edit the creator to an adjective or a pronoun.
The attempt is not being politically correct but isn't it very bad to stereotype a community and make fun of them? Even the article I have specifically mentioned Stereotype Indians and not Indian, just to clarify.

I have no attraction towards MBA, MS or for that matter any higher studies. 
People always keep on saying, do an MBA, do this, do that etc. I have never really understood it and won't ever understand it. I do not even feel attracted towards the foreign universities, in fact in my first technical book I specifically mentioned Pune University to clarify my point.

I do not oppose higher studies, but going for just hopes of attaining the big fat salaries is completely stupid. I joined Comparative Mythology and Liberal Science as my higher education subjects, people always ask what is the future scope for them, I reply, attaining peace and turning a better human being.

I do not use torrents to download stuff. 
Many people complain that I am wasting my broadband speed by not downloading things, I do not care weather it is legal or illegal... simply speaking, I won't do it. Nay I refuse to do it.

I am completely open about sexuality.
Yes, I had multiple relationships, Yes I dumped them too not because I wanted them too but because we both wanted different things and I don't want anyone to sacrifice her career for me. I am still friends with 2 of my ex and they share things about everything. And yes I am open about premarital sex.

I do not respect elders if they are jobless and give me advise. 
If the elders did nothing in their life, no accomplishment, not even tried for one, just because their hair is grey doesn't mean they deserve respect. At the same time if I do meet a person smaller than me and are trying hard at something or achieving something, I respect them. I respect every person who tries to do something in their life, success or failure doesn't matter.

I do not watch cricket or even cheer for India
For me, cricket is just a game played on the field. I do not understand it beyond that. No, I don't think Sachin is God or for that matter I don't keep fast for the Indian team to win.

It is a well known fact that I do not believe in false pride in the culture and heritage of the country, while the girls are getting raped and children dying but I never thought about this in the similar lines. I have laid out the 10 things that do not qualify me as a stereotype Indian, what are your take on it? Am I qualified to be an Indian? Don't bother to answer, its a rhetorical question.


  1. Dude! I so totally agree with you. I also fall into your category, and people often stare at me wide eyed when I thank the bus conductor for the ticket, as if I just landed from some other planet. I hate loud boisterous chest thumping people exhibiting their "pride", apparently just to complement their inflated egos and self-importance.
    We are a great nation full of hypocrites who pay lip-service to every misinformed factor when they have no redeeming qualities themselves that would make them part of any civilized society on Earth. I tell them that, and I am not abashed of doing so.

  2. People often feels that being different means doing extraordinary things forgetting the simple logic that being oneself is more important that being special, and make others feel who's being themselves feel horrible...nice no thank u for writing something which I love to read...

    energy saving feature of your blog is awesome... :)

  3. //We are a great nation full of hypocrites who pay lip-service to every misinformed factor when they have no redeeming qualities themselves that would make them part of any civilized society on Earth.//
    Beautiful words you have said. I am quite vocal on this point as well. :D

  4. @Nikhy
    //nice no thank u for writing something which I love to read...//
    Aww glad you liked it, I hope you will also enjoy some other post on this blog.

    The energy saving thing is a small prize to pay to save this planet.

  5. People do often feel doing some different thing and they do think that they are like what they even not ...why don't they try to save energy or multi purpose natural resources..

  6. I have no idea what you said @raj.


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