1st
Person Unreliable:
“Prity must start to learn how to cook
otherwise she won’t get a good husband. That girl has been spoiled by those
Western pictures,” I repeated to my husband for the tenth time.
I don’t understand why she is careless;
a young girl should never be that way Look at Prity’s older sister, Geeta,
happily married. Prity is almost twenty now and most girls her age are already
seeking for husbands. That foolish girl must know that the western lifestyle is
for the uncultured hooligans, not for people like us. This is how the world is,
whether she likes it or not. We are given this life by god and we must
dutifully carry out her wishes through this life.
I resent those western movies for
influencing my daughter into being a shameless young woman. Every time Prity
watches those movies, I just want to break that box of TV. How can those girls
on TV, wear such little clothes, I mean did the tailor run out of fabric?
2nd
person:
Have you ever encountered those
people who ask for money in the subway or in the train? Have you seen the
mother with toddlers sitting on the floor of a subway station? Or a dad with an
accordion while the mother with baby goes around collecting money? Or the
little African American kids selling candies? Don’t you feel like it’s all part
of a big scam by a bigger organization, maybe like the gangs? At first you feel
sorry for those people and you give them money, but then you see the same
stories but now with different people. You feel like they are lying but you
give in at the sight of little kids. You feel compelled to give them a dollar. But
now a day, you’ll see those kinds of stories at least three times a day. Sometimes
you feel like yelling at those people to get a job even if it’s minimum wage. You
want to just scream at them for exploiting the kids in a very shameful and embarrassing
way. You feel very sorry for the kids because they have to go through this embarrassing
childhood in which they beg for money in the subway because their parents are
too damn last to get a job.
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