Always in a hurry, never on time. Funny paradoxes.

This is, at once, humorous and paradoxical and funny and ironic. Little nuggets about the paradoxes India is full of. It isn’t an original post, alas, but it’s so relevant, interesting and thought-provoking, and filled with such bitter-sweet irony that I had to share it.

My dear friend Renu (Pooja) Parmar from my days at Panjab University Chandigarh’s  Department of English shared this with me. Thanks Renu.

So here it is. I’ve done the Ctrl+C; here’s Ctrl+V.

The Paradoxes of India

 

Indian moms want their daughters to control their husbands and expect their sons to control their wives.

 

Parents want their children to stand out in a crowd but expect them to do what everybody else is doing.

 

Everything that is run by the government looks very bad except government jobs.

 

National animal – endangered

 

National pledge – unintended

 

National river – polluted

 

A huge country of 1635 languages…..united by a foreign language.

 

The government talks about removing the caste system, but you are required to mention your caste on every damn form you fill.

 

Seeing a policeman makes the common man nervous rather than safe.

 

We often say “Atithi Devo Bhavah” (A guest is like God). But we don’t allow visitor car parking in our residential societies J

 

We are always in a hurry, but never on time.

 

Holy places are truly very interesting. The poor beg outside; the rich beg within.

 

That’s it. Hope you liked this. Am sure you have many more. Please share, through the comments section. Thanks.

(image courtesy worldartsme.com)

 

 

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