Rebirth of India: Superior

Kirkal, a writer and psychoanalyst, once said: "If there were enough rockets and spaceships in the world, I dare say that the first big space wedding would definitely be held by an Indian. ...≦This is not about marrying the left and right. We should be like our neighbors, but we should do it better than our neighbors, so that our neighbors will beat their chests and beat their chests when they see it. "Indian weddings are a combination of luxury and tradition, which not only shines with the splendor of luxury, but also inherits the simplicity of ancient traditions. In fact, not only weddings, but private receptions and banquets are also ways for India's richest people to show off their status and wealth. As a well-established family in New Delhi, the banquets held by the Patela family are naturally of a very high standard.

Little Card thought that his vision was not low, but when he walked into Amisa's birthday party venue, he couldn't help but be stunned. This is not a hotel banquet hall. It is simply an ancient Indian palace. Well, thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Such a good hotel actually refused to let him stay in it before. If he hadn't been invited by Amisa today, it's not sure whether he could get in.

While he was in a daze, Amisa, who was standing at the door to greet the guests, greeted her warmly: "Hello, Card, welcome to my birthday party. I hope you can have a good time tonight."

Only then did Card notice Amisha, who was dressed up for the occasion. He found that Amisha looked particularly charming after wearing a traditional Indian sari and carefully dressed up, so he praised: "Amisha, you are so beautiful tonight. "Yes." As he said this, he took a step forward, opened his arms, and wanted to hug Amisa.

However, the old Patela, who had been watching eagerly from the side, blocked it with a cold face, and then said: "Mr. Card, this is India, and the American etiquette does not apply here."

Although he knew that old Patela was Amisa's grandfather, little Kade was still very unhappy about being interrupted, so he defended: "I'm sorry, sir. I am Indian."

Old Patela snorted coldly and said: "Humph, if you really think you are an Indian, you won't be able to get through this door at all."

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Amisha quickly dissuaded her: "Okay, okay, you guys should stop talking, Card. You can go in and have a drink first. The banquet will start at six o'clock!"

So Little Card had no choice but to walk in angrily, but what happened next made him even more depressed. He found that no matter how enthusiastic and proactive he was, no one clinked glasses with him or talked to him, as if he was Like a disaster star, everyone stayed away from each other. No one even touched the snack that they picked up or the plate of snacks.

Just when little Card was feeling depressed. Suddenly, a tall, handsome young man came over, raised his glass and said, "Hello, are you Mr. Card?"

Card was very puzzled. He didn't seem to know this guy, so how did he know his name? So he asked curiously: "Hello, sir, I am Card. Um, where are we? Have you seen it?”

The young man shook his head and said: "No, I have not seen you. I have only heard of your name and identity."

"Oh? Then how did you recognize me?" Little Card asked.

The young man smiled slightly and explained: "This is really too simple, because you are the only scheduled caste guest in this venue, so I found you at a glance." A term used by the colonists for untouchables in India. It is still used after India's independence. Although there is no difference in essence, it sounds better...)

Little Card nodded dejectedly and said: "Well, okay, you are right. I am the only one who is isolated in the whole venue now, so it must be very easy to find. But I still don't understand. Everyone's physical characteristics It’s almost the same, so how did you find out that I am a scheduled caste?”

The young man pondered for a moment, and then replied: "Mr. Card, you must have never lived in India. If you grew up in India, then it is almost impossible to distinguish a person's caste, especially a man's caste. It's an instinct that can be judged by just looking at it for a second. Of course, it's a little more difficult for people like you who have lived abroad since childhood, but it only takes a few more seconds to judge. Come out. The easiest way is to look at the holy line."

As he spoke, the young man shook the coil woven from three thin threads on his wrist and said, "I think you must know the caste system in India, right? High-caste men have to perform the ritual of wearing a sacred thread when they are born, so Those with coils are of high caste, and those without coils are of lower caste. Then the specific caste class is distinguished by the material of the coil. Vaishya's coil is made of wool, Kshatriya's is made of linen, and Brahmin's is made of cotton."

Little Card carefully identified the coil on the young man's hand, and then asked with some uncertainty: "Then this is cotton thread? Does that mean you are a Brahmin?"

The young man nodded and said, "Well, that's right. You're right. You can tell by looking at it."

"Thank you for your advice. By the way, after chatting for so long, I still don't know your name. How rude!" Little Card asked apologetically.

"My name is Shakru Pandit, nice to meet you!" the young man replied with a slight smile.

"Shakru--Pandit? This name sounds so familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere, and more than once." After thinking for a long time, little Kade suddenly remembered and exclaimed: "You are Shakru--Pandit, Shakru brother mentioned by Amisa, her boyfriend, my rival in love?"

Shakru nodded and said: "Yes, I am Amisa's boyfriend, but I don't admit that you are my rival in love, because you are not qualified to be a rival in love!"

Hearing this, little Kade was immediately furious: "Mr. Pandit, your words are too insulting, as long as Amisa is not married If you are married, then anyone has the right to pursue her. "

"Yes, indeed anyone can pursue her, but the problem is that you have no chance of success, so how can you become my rival in love?"

"You just knew Amisa earlier than me, otherwise the person next to her now must be me instead of you!"

"No, no, no, even if you knew Amisa earlier than me, you would never succeed, because Amisa is an Indian girl, and a high-caste girl, and you, who are from a Dalit family, are doomed to fail from the beginning, and you can never change it!"