Hello Ladies and gentlemen,
I’m writing to y’all after ages, because there wasn’t anything worth talking about or sharing. But now I think I do. For the record, I was born in Delhi, yes, the rape capital of India, and I’ve spent by entire life there and now I’m in Bangalore for my daily bread and wine. Recently I read this angry girl’s blog, a very well written article telling the people from the northern part of the country that all south Indians are not of course ‘Madraasis’. Ya, that had to be spoken loud and clear. If you’re assuming I’d talk on behalf of the people from northern part of the country because I was very offended and I feel its my moral duty to do so, then you’re gravely mistaken. I hate people equally, or like them equally. Why can’t you? Why is there such a clear divide between the north and the south India. Aren’t they just geographically apart? I don’t even care about unity etcetera, what bothers me is disrespecting each others’ culture. Why do we have to instil this baseless feeling of regionalism in the next generation? People are different everywhere. Cultures, languages, cuisines, India is a diverse land, it’s a pity people are so narrow-minded. Don’t you think so? By the way, for the record, not all south Indians speak Madraasi, which isn’t even a language. Majority of people from Tamil Nadu speak Tamil; Karnataka, Kannada; Andhra Pradesh, Telugu; Kerala, Malayalam. Did you skip your Social sciences lessons growing up? Or is showing off your illiteracy, the new cool? Tell me what is it? And no, not all of them are dark skinned, even if they are, who the fuck are you to say anything about it? Talk only if you look like Aishwarya Rai Bachchan else nobody’s asking you. I’m not saying all this because North Indians are stereotyped and I give a damn. No. No, I don’t. You just do not have a right to talk shit about people which creates a regional divide, you’ll be the cause of fucking the morals of the generations to come. Get it? India is one. Good, bad or ugly, people are all same. Also, for the first and the last time, yes, I’m a girl from Delhi and no, I’m not a slut. I’ve been asked this question over and over in my 8 months of stay here in Bangalore, sometimes in the face, sometimes lacing it with semi-clever metaphors. It makes me laugh, but seriously, stop it. Also, next time I tell you where I’m from, keep your looks with you.
Thanks
