Convenient shifting of goal post when you get caught.
LOL.... I was caught doing what ?
Educating a ignorant boob ?
On what basis do you say that? I was in academia in India for a bit between grad and doctoral - teaching at a prestigious central, autonomous university - with first hand experience of the shenanigans parents resort to get their kid into some quota or the other, including cheerfully lying outright, offering bribes subtlety, threatening to call ministers, etc. False declarations on citizenship, income, caste, domicile, date of birth, etc. are commonly offered.
Yes, your personal anecdotes is what passes for "facts" in your parallel universe where Indians desire the "good old days".
I have lived in India for more than a few decades, so I can safely say that I know India MUCH better than you.
Instances of neglect. In the 1950s an injured man would die because we did not have medical facilities or doctors. Today an injured man dies because of apathy. The Nirbhaya rape case had passers by walking next to the bus and yet no one came forward.
In 1950 the Life expectancy of the average Indian was 27 Years , Today the life expectancy is the average India is
68 Years.
This is the Reality of India, based on FACTS.
Your Opinions means LESS THAN squat.
Right. And they in turn slap around others lower in the food chain and the process continues. The only reason you relish their slapping is schadenfreude - likely because you've been at the receiving end of some government officer's ire (as have most of us). This slapping culture is poisonous and sets us on a road to mob justice - no doubt you will cite that as progress.
In the ENTIRE 200 years that the British ruled India, only THREE cases can be found of Englishmen executed for murdering Indians, while the murders of thousands more at British hands went unpunished.
The death of an Indian at British hands was always an
accident, and that of a Briton because of an Indian’s actions always a capital crime. When a British master kicked an Indian servant in the stomach – a not uncommon form of conduct in those days – the Indian’s resultant death from a ruptured spleen would be blamed on "his having an enlarged spleen as a result of malaria".
Englishmen who shot dead his Indian servant got six months’ jail time and a modest fine (then about 100 rupees), while an Indian convicted of attempted rape against an Englishwoman was sentenced to 20 years of rigorous imprisonment.
So feel free to mourn the "good old days", while the rest of us laugh in your face.
I try and talk to old people of my grandparent's generation as much as I can - to understand their view about India in 1950 and 2017. They are mostly unanimous that while material conveniences have improved, courtesy, trust and other human values have decreased.
Indians do not need bank on "favours" and "trust" any more. We now get to rely on the Law and order.
We are not there yet, but we are firmly on that path.
The less we depend on "human values" to substitute for public service the better we will become.
What is a fact is that income inequality in india has increased every year to extremely high levels (we now have one of the highest gini coefficients in the world, with a ridiculously low baseline (to contrast with the US)) and that kind of inequality has worsened since independence instead of getting better. To put it simply Indians today are more inequal than they have ever been before. I am happy to recommend some further reading for you if you like.
The pendulum has swung the wrong way during the CONgress rule. But it will soon swing the other way in the near Future.
All you need to watch history as it unfolds right before your eyes.
We can blame the British to an extent - and I do so every now and then for some of their practices. But there's no excuse for what has happened after independence and whatever their faults the people of the 1950s are not responsible for the corrupt behaviour of a Group C government officer today. Anyway you're the sort of chap I detest - who glorifies slapping people and blaming your current failures on our grandparent's generation - I bet given a chance you'd assault someone for a perceived wrong, no different to what that thug of a Shiv Sena did recently.
+1 to my Ignore list
LOL.... I have no time to waste on my grand parents generation and their foolish Nostalgia.
I live in the present and look towards the Future. And I certainly do not need your "Certificate" or your "recommendations" to get on with my life
How small that must make you feel.
I will leave you with an ode to the British Boot, (since you are such a Fan)
The British Boot,
O THE proud British name ’tis a glory to bear,
So suggestive of all that is manly and fair!
The brave British Flag we have flaunted unfurled,
Till that bright bit of bunting’s the “bore” of the world !
And who has been ever yet found to resist
That modern Thor’s hammer, the true British fist ?
But now we must sing
Quite a different thing,
Long the lord of the seas and the pride of the Ring,
Let JOHN BuLL, with the world and his wife at his foot,
Lift a paean in praise of the stout British Boot!
“There’s nothing like leather!” We used to proclaim
That the knife was a sin-the savate was a shame.
Our foes to chastise, or to chasten our wives,
What so manly and frank as a right “bunch of fives,”
Shot straight from the shoulder ? We’ve altered all that,
We stick, and we kick-in despite of the Cat!
No horn’d epidermis
So hard and so firm is,
For “nobbling” our wives, such the delicate term is,-
As the thick leather sole, with stiff “uppers” to suit,
Of that sweetest of weapons, the stout British Boot !
Are our spouses remiss ? We’ll their memory jog
With a brisk application of Lancashire clog;
That is better than manual punches or “fibs”
To smash in and settle importunate “ribs”!
Effective enforcer of marital rights,
Companion and backer in “five to one” fights ‘!
Our old British pluck
Has decidedly struck,
In enlisting your service, a new vein of luck.
Pint-pot, knuckle-duster, and PAT’S oaken “shoot,”
All pale in thy glory, thou stout British Boot !
British pluck! Why, of course we’re the bravest of men,
We bulldoggy Britons! With tongue and with pen
We’ve been telling the universe that, for so long!
In each patriot speech, and each national song.
What a theme it has been for sell-soaping and bounce!
Yes, we know our unique fighting-weight to an ounce !
‘Tis a militant land,
And we keep in our hand
By thumping our women and weaklings. That’s grand.
And not only our hand we’11 keep in. but our foot,
By a liberal use of the stout British Boot !
Unmanly? Pah! Out on such sugary stuff!
JOHN BULL is no “molly”; he’s best in the rough.
Your “chivalry” means, as a matter of course,
Just depriving a chap of the use of his force.
Nature favours a fellow with vigorous muscles,
To give him the pull of the women in tussles.
Legs sturdy and thick
Were intended to kick,
(We are learning that lesson in time double quick,)
And, as toes may be tender, we’11 furnish each foot
With the rough’s vade mecum, the stout British Boot !
There are fools who aver that the chap is a cur
Who’d admonish his wife with a kick or a purr;
That the Cat is a creature too good for the dog
Who would smash his wife’s ribs in with brazen-bound clog.
Most absurd, for all Britons are brave, and the kick
Is becoming their favourite militant trick.
We must alter our song,
“Hearts of Oak,” true as strong,
Have monopolised chorus and cheer far too long.
Let us sing, let us shout for the leather-shod foot,
And inscribe on our Banners ” The Stout British Boot !
