We were all talking about India at the dining hall last night. only Dad had the (unlucky) chance to visit India for a couple of times. Me and Carol were just having hear-says from friends and colleagues.
Dad said India is definitely not a pleasant country to visit. Not only there are the (infamous) slums area, and even the slums are obnoxious people. Dad's colleague ignored a kid's plea for shoe polishing service, and the kid returned a disgraceful act by throwing dungs to his pants. On a separate occasion, another kid (hmmm....also a slum) called Dad a bloody bastard because Dad refused to buy postcards from him. I don't know. Maybe they think they are poor enough (and are slums) to turn their anger to humiliate tourists.
Nevertheless, I know, and can feel their pain and sufferings too. Who wants to be born slum, called slum, and die as slum? Seriously, I don't know how this word 'slum' come about. I don't mean any disrespect or poking fun for writing this word repeatedly here. But, what other better word to address them, and even they made a movie calling themselves slum dogs?!?!?
Well, those are not the main points. I was mostly disheartened by the indescribable misery and torment they go through each day. I'd wonder if 24 hours feels like forever to them. They sleep on dirty mud, drinks cow's pee, salvaging food from rubbish dumps, slaughter pigs that feed on shit (to get pork)...OK I am losing my mind at this stage. O am thinking, there must be something very very wrong they had done in past life to be reborn at such state. Dad even convinces me that if there would be no after-world, India is just the right place to call a living hell. Real hell, you don't need to die knowing how it looks or feels like. Just get yourself a one way ticket to India.
Whether karma and reincarnation sounds inducing, you make your call.
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