Whites v/s Blacks
Skinheads v/s Asians
Americans & British v/s Muslims
North Indians v/s Marathi Manoos
The reason is the same. Migrants who come in search of a better livelihood and nations looking at betterment are the core similarities in the history of the civilisation.
The Aryans, the Mughals, the Spaniards, the British, the French, the Portuguese came to India.
Cities will always be a melting pot of diverse religions and cultures.
What has to stop is the corruption which has seeped into the entire system of the country.
I walked to the post office to collect a registered letter. A finger pointed towards a man reading a newspaper. I approached the menial, uneducated peon of a Marathi manoos with a planned smile of respect and addressed him as Sir. “ The last date for collecting your letter was yesterday”, he said looking at my slip. “But if you give me something for my effort, I shall see what can be done”, he replied eyeing the tray lying at arm’s length distance.
I agreed, since I had shifted residence, and it would cost me time and monetary energy to retrieve the document.
Money exchanged hands and within five minutes I was out of the post office with my document.
Everytime, I run out of a cooking gas cylinder, I push a twenty rupee note and someone else’s cylinder is connected immediately. I find it very easy to negotiate because I speak Marathi very fluently.
We are not supposed to point out one single drawback to our respective Marathi maids and Marathi dispatch boys because, if they get angry, they stop coming to work immediately. I remember a guy who began working for me after lying vacant at home for one and a half years.
My 11 month old Toyota Qualis was stolen in the middle of the night. For one entire year I had to deal with the sahebs from goregaon west police station and the RTO to assure that I am innocent and actually the victim, and finally The New India Insurance Company, who decided that since the car owner’s income was insufficient, I was not entitled to the entire sum of the amount insured for. If this can happen to aware people like me, just imagine.
And if ever there was a hell on earth, we have one for every ward. For every paper that is moved or made to disappear, MONEY, CASH, PAISHE, NOTA, ROK, COVER, ENVELOPE, HAFTA, MAHINA, DIWALI is all important in the BMC, the Sales Tax, the MHADA, the Octroi, the RTO, and each and every fiefdom of the Marathi manoos.
How did the north Indian slowly replace the Marathi manoos in all areas of labour?
From selling milk in the morning, driving the auto, selling vegetables, washing clothes, ironing them, selling fish (yes) and almost the entire hard labour acts that are performed in the city today.
I heard a story which is too good to be true. If a bhaiyya rickshaw driver is caught for an offence, his licence is seized and a temporary receipt (pavti) is handed over to him. He makes Xeroxes of the receipt and hands it to all his brothers and cousins and gaonwallas to operate a rickshaw or a taxi without a licence.
Meters are tampered in almost all the vehicles. Precious people literally hang on to their dear lives till the ride is over.
If a bhaiyya gets away with murder, isn’t the Marathi manoos involved in some way to abet him in lieu of “kai dya ni chala” and “maala jhe pahije, mee maagun ghenar”
Can they operate without the connivance of a Marathi manoos who accepts the “chiri miri” (as quoted by Raj Thackeray) and looks the other way.
The true example of a Marathi manoos is Mr. Vichare, the founder of Vichare couriers who is responsible for employing a whole lot of the hardworking Marathi manoos.
And not a single politician can claim to have benefited the Marathi manoos in all these years.
The Marathi manoos is the reflection of the Hindu of the land of yore, of milk and honey.
We were prosperous and self sufficient. We had the time to study and enhance mathematics, science, medicine, physics, astronomy, fine arts and crafts. We were content and therefore peace loving.
Until the invaders arrived. Invaders who were hungry and thirsty and needed to survive since their own land could not take care of their bare essentials.
Skinheads v/s Asians
Americans & British v/s Muslims
North Indians v/s Marathi Manoos
The reason is the same. Migrants who come in search of a better livelihood and nations looking at betterment are the core similarities in the history of the civilisation.
The Aryans, the Mughals, the Spaniards, the British, the French, the Portuguese came to India.
Cities will always be a melting pot of diverse religions and cultures.
What has to stop is the corruption which has seeped into the entire system of the country.
I walked to the post office to collect a registered letter. A finger pointed towards a man reading a newspaper. I approached the menial, uneducated peon of a Marathi manoos with a planned smile of respect and addressed him as Sir. “ The last date for collecting your letter was yesterday”, he said looking at my slip. “But if you give me something for my effort, I shall see what can be done”, he replied eyeing the tray lying at arm’s length distance.
I agreed, since I had shifted residence, and it would cost me time and monetary energy to retrieve the document.
Money exchanged hands and within five minutes I was out of the post office with my document.
Everytime, I run out of a cooking gas cylinder, I push a twenty rupee note and someone else’s cylinder is connected immediately. I find it very easy to negotiate because I speak Marathi very fluently.
We are not supposed to point out one single drawback to our respective Marathi maids and Marathi dispatch boys because, if they get angry, they stop coming to work immediately. I remember a guy who began working for me after lying vacant at home for one and a half years.
My 11 month old Toyota Qualis was stolen in the middle of the night. For one entire year I had to deal with the sahebs from goregaon west police station and the RTO to assure that I am innocent and actually the victim, and finally The New India Insurance Company, who decided that since the car owner’s income was insufficient, I was not entitled to the entire sum of the amount insured for. If this can happen to aware people like me, just imagine.
And if ever there was a hell on earth, we have one for every ward. For every paper that is moved or made to disappear, MONEY, CASH, PAISHE, NOTA, ROK, COVER, ENVELOPE, HAFTA, MAHINA, DIWALI is all important in the BMC, the Sales Tax, the MHADA, the Octroi, the RTO, and each and every fiefdom of the Marathi manoos.
How did the north Indian slowly replace the Marathi manoos in all areas of labour?
From selling milk in the morning, driving the auto, selling vegetables, washing clothes, ironing them, selling fish (yes) and almost the entire hard labour acts that are performed in the city today.
I heard a story which is too good to be true. If a bhaiyya rickshaw driver is caught for an offence, his licence is seized and a temporary receipt (pavti) is handed over to him. He makes Xeroxes of the receipt and hands it to all his brothers and cousins and gaonwallas to operate a rickshaw or a taxi without a licence.
Meters are tampered in almost all the vehicles. Precious people literally hang on to their dear lives till the ride is over.
If a bhaiyya gets away with murder, isn’t the Marathi manoos involved in some way to abet him in lieu of “kai dya ni chala” and “maala jhe pahije, mee maagun ghenar”
Can they operate without the connivance of a Marathi manoos who accepts the “chiri miri” (as quoted by Raj Thackeray) and looks the other way.
The true example of a Marathi manoos is Mr. Vichare, the founder of Vichare couriers who is responsible for employing a whole lot of the hardworking Marathi manoos.
And not a single politician can claim to have benefited the Marathi manoos in all these years.
The Marathi manoos is the reflection of the Hindu of the land of yore, of milk and honey.
We were prosperous and self sufficient. We had the time to study and enhance mathematics, science, medicine, physics, astronomy, fine arts and crafts. We were content and therefore peace loving.
Until the invaders arrived. Invaders who were hungry and thirsty and needed to survive since their own land could not take care of their bare essentials.
