We often fail to see our positive side untill some one from out side makes a fair comparison with an illustration.
A young Indian returns from USA, after a few years, for good. Here is a fascinating story of 'good' that he saw in us during a critical moment...
Here is a reproduction from his blog..
It happens only in India!
|Welcoming? No, Sniffing us!|
This, fortunately, did not happen in the US. It happened in India. The road where the car broke down was a twin lane state highway 17, fifty kilometers away from Mysore, connecting it with the Kabini forest reserve. The only vehicles plying the road were tractors towing farm produce, the odd lumbering truck and bullock carts few and far in between. The friend had to catch his international connecting flight at the Bangalore airport. I knew the inevitable: its going to be virtually impossible to reschedule his flight by calling the airline or the airport. I was already thinking up of an alternative to try and salvage his flight.
What happened in the next twenty minutes was unbelievable!
It was close to noon when I saw the speeding Ambassador taxi from afar. As he saw our car, he slowed down and made a U turn on the highway, preparing to get off the vehicle. I interjected urgently and beaconed him to stay put, hauled my friend and brother into his car and told him to drive home --to Bangalore, pick up the friend’s luggage and race to the airport as soon as he could. His reassurances of the highway worthiness of his car were more than encouraging. His only request was we pay both ways --from Mysore to Bangalore airport and his ride back to his hometown of Mysore. As the taxi left in a cloud of dust, I received another call from an unknown number. This was from the driver of a tow truck that was already on its way to pick up my car and deposit it at the garage in Mysore.
It was after this frantic rush of activity that I settled down in a contemplative mood in the noon sun, waiting for my ride to arrive when I couldn’t help but think of the different outcomes of the same situation in a developed country like the US and a developing country like India. In the US, you are left to your own fate. This nation, that pushes and strives for fierce independence places the burden of the problem squarely on your own shoulder to face. Alone. Compared with the outcome here in India --the subconsciously taken for granted interdependence on the human network shines bright and strong. My friend, after all, caught his flight from Bangalore, nearly missing it being just half a kilometer away from the airport thanks to Bangalore’s infamous rush hour traffic!
The total taxi fare for unscheduled pick-up in the middle of nowhere, drop off in the nick of time at the airport and back --a total of four hundred kilometers: $50!
Twenty minutes for nine people at five different locations to get the job done right the first time: Priceless
…it happens only in India!"
|And still flows Kabini..|