
So... there have been a lot going about the Aussies treating the Indian students badly and causing physical assault to many. And they have been tagged acts of 'Racism'. I was talking to my friend yesterday who has been studying and living in Melbourne since over 2 years now. He told me that its over-hyped by the Indian media, and though its true, it isn't bad as it is portrayed to be. And now its getting worse as the Aussies are portrayed as Racist. But he did tell me that in his over 2 years of stay in Melbourne, he never encountered any racist comments or assault whether physical or mental on him. He always said his Aussie friends were quiet cool with him.
Anyways, while he was talking to me, I began to think about Indians... I think we are far more racist than any other country. We are racist to our own people. We are blessed with so many different cultures and color and creed, but we are racist to our very own. Look around you and you will know. Why do we not like to associate with people from the north (the so called bhaiyas), or the people from the south, who look funny and speak funny... We like to welcome our guests from foreign nations, especially the white folks but do we really show the same interest with our black guests?
To think of it, we are unofficially the world's #1 racist country.
Here is a song I would love to dedicate to all who are hurt or ever been on the receiving end, whether Indian or Australian or any other national... sing it to your oppressor.
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How to save a life - The Fray
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came