What to do, as they say, we are like that only.
|Jai ho !|
We have been brought up to shower compassion publicly. This land, dotted with temples, gurudwaras and churches keeps us tuned and humming for instant empathy, plus one. We melt in the face of any mention of personal loss or unease. Just as we cannot drive past a temple or a church without that awkward dip, we cannot stand to see anyone we know in greater pain than we are in.
Is it fellow feeling or a pure and simple defence mechanism? Perhaps nature has wired us so that we may ensure the strobe light stays focused on us.
This newest Forbes survey being touted everywhere has really missed the point. How can India be one of the most unfriendly places for expats? Could they have misunderstood and misinterpreted our propensity for tribulations? Surely we are the world’s most understanding and responsive people, considering how we match the distressed every step of the way.
There is only one Indian I know of who is anything but; my grandfather Sardar Dalip Singh Sangha; a sturdy, Pakistan émigré, Jat Sikh from Moga.
He did not possess one sympathetic stapes in his body.
His philosophy: one had no business so much as exhaling, unless one had been shot in the spleen!