Post Office in India.

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Once, my mother asked me to deposit money in the Post Office in India. It was a big trouble for her. You have to dress up. You have to walk. You have to get all ducks in a row, etc.

I did this. I walked to the Post Office and deposited the money. There was no hassle.

But a strange thing happened. There was a lady who came right at the closing. And then she started hovering over all the desks. I was waiting there to watch the interesting phenomenon.

The pleading that woman was making was beyond ordinary. She was pretty much begging. I didn’t get it. The staff have to go home at some time. They have very clearly given their timings.

Where did that lady learn so much of pleading? It was unbelievable. In the USA, even in the emergency room, you don’t plead. The software knows who needs immediate attention. You check in and wait for your turn.

I disagree with that woman on pleading. Do your job, is a Hindu teaching. Karma is your duty. Then, which Hindus are they?

I go late, I take the brunt, it’s that simple.

Sympathy mongering comes from the lower caste. Enough said about the contamination of the Hindu religion.