On the best of days I am a short tempered person. There I was walking towards Nordhavn station when I spied 2 teenagers with promotional fliers. I curled up my fist and rearranged my face into a frown- tools necessary to shoo away pesky promotional people. What a waste of my beautiful frown, they simply let me pass when I shook my head.
I then realised that I have not been angry in THREE MONTHS!! I am not speaking for all Indians, but the ones I am not speaking for are in denail. In India anger is not just a reaction- it is a plan of action, a negotiation tool, a proactive action. Anger gets things done.What a Please and a Thank You cant do, often a big Fuck You does. Anger is power.
Like all kinds of power, anger has a strict hierarchy. It takes but a moment to notice a person’s overall appearance and diction to place his position in the anger pecking order. The pecking order is determined by money, class and connections (influence over other people in positions of power) Maids and help sulk or get emotional when they are angry instead of flying into a full blown rage like their Boss. Everyone dealt with my errand boy first. If the negotiations failed they would talk to one of my employees. My ‘boss’s anger’ was saved for the last killing blow as it was higher in the hierarchy and more effective than my errand boy’s anger. On some days I simply let my dog out.
Clients not paying up, problems with the police or municipality, maid late yet again, employees on Facebook all day? A pretend calm talk, some name dropping if dealing with the police, threats, shaking a fist and angry glares solve all those problems. You must be judicious about which card you use. If you use all of them routinely, it dilutes the power of that play. If you are an organised woman like me you will back up your threats with a good team of lawyers.
On days of revelation like this I love Denmark. I am reminded of why I moved to this cold hole. Here mostly no is no, yes is yes and an appointment is an appointment. Life here is so simple it will probably make me dead inside. But hey! I wont get early frown wrinkles and my blood pressure will behave.
Arrrgh! I hired a moving company to pack up my apartment in Bombay and ship it to my parents FIVE MONTHS AGO! I was told it would reach them in 15 days. Paid in full too. I called them to enquire only to be suggested that I get a refund. I want the THINGS I shipped 5 months ago, not the money! So for those in India, please don’t use Gati Home Packers and Movers.
Sigh! Ok I am angry. I will stop.
I love Denmark a lot too, like I love anywhere sometimes.
I am good at scraping the bottom of the barrel to look for small mercies.
lol..Gati home packers and movers.
Actually in Singapore, yes means yes and no means no too. So it wasnt a big difference for me coming here. Pretty dull though. The India environment sounds like a riot in comparison!! I must go there.
Gati packers are the scum equivalent of the packing world.
I thought I was the only idiot to use their services. Glad to see someone else suffer at their hands.
I’m yet to get some of my boxes from UK. 11 months and 2 consumer court cases since, it’s still in some godforsaken warehouse of theirs.
I’d take the refund if I were you.
And, come on now, us desis aren’t an angry bunch. It makes me want to beat up people when they say such things.
Aha! so it is a habit with Gati. I dont care about the refund, the truck was filled with things I couldnt bear to throw away and therefore wanted them kept at my parents.
We desis are not angry people, but we sure know how to play ‘angry-angry’ to get things done. Makes me wanna beta up angry people too. Shanti! shanti!
I’ve used Agarwal Packers twice and found them good. On time and prompt.
Rather than getting nasty with Gati (and your blood pressure) get your money back and use some other service.
Something tells me all is not well with this post.
The title mainly.
A wife, who’s lost her will to scold.
Yeah, not happening.
The men of the world agree.
lol…something tells me I’d die young of a popped blood vessel if I were to move to India.
I finally realized why my jaw hurts every time I walk in the front door… it’s because I’ve been clenching my jaw while we drive (me or my driver). I’m so frustrated with the lack of common sense that I find I do the head bob … though mine is usually side to side with a bit of eye rolling thrown in.
Though that’s not every day – just days that end in “y”.
I’m going through a similar frustration with getting my car repaired. Arghhh
Movers and packers..did anybody say movers and packers..
doesnt matter if it is gati or agarwal or jalan..u do know that they are all the same ,right? I have used 3 different m&p till now and I almost ended in a fist fight with one..the destination was the same though- THE NOrth East,which seems to be like a big Black Hole- vague nebulous,where trucks disappear,along with my precious cartons.
Should I laugh if they inform me that they have sent my stuff to ANDHRA Pradesh!
hahahaha..no kidding..hahahahah
Is some Reddy household using your stuff now?Hey where is Picolo? I don’t mean to equate him your other household goods..and not for a sec did I think that you used Gati to transport him..
I’m visiting home in Australia at the moment and it feels weird not to have those tense and angry undercurrents bubbling away, often ready to snap in India!! I forgot that I used to be a peaceful person before India, and now that that peaceful feeling has returned, I think about my “India self” and feel appalled at the angry person I often am there. But yes, the need for anger in India is very real!!