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"No, I don't"

Lauren and I traveled to the mountain paradise of Gulmarg last weekend. Hundreds of Indian tourists did, as well.

As we waited in line to buy gondola tickets, three plain-clothed men walked to the front of the line to cut in. Military people had been doing this all morning but, then again, there's a military base at the top of the gondola so perhaps military folks had good reason to jump the queue if they were commuting to work.

I asked the civilians why they were cutting in line when there was a long line of people waiting for tickets. The man said they were also military but he offered for me to go ahead of him before he cut in. I told him he wasn't dressed as military and asked, "what about all the others waiting?" He said, "worry about yourself." I asked, "so you don't care about all the others?" "No, I don't," came the reply to which I said, "that's a problem." I was fuming and decided to turn around so Lauren later told me that he responded, "you're not Indian."

I want to believe that some Indians care about others. Cynically, I also think the plain-clothed military man probably hit the proverbial nail on the head -- many don't care about others. Is it the same world round?

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"queue" or "q" or "cue"
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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