Alt Left: Why You Can’t Be A Nice & Friendly Person in India, by Shiv

Shiv is an Indian commenter on this site, a young Indian man living in India who is not very happy there. This is a post from him about one downside of Indian culture. As you can see, he is quite homophobic. His views do not represent my own except perhaps deep down inside of me in my unconscious.

Why You Can’t Be A Nice & Friendly Person in India

Having lived in India, that’s one of the first things I had to come to terms with. Being kind, gentle, nice, and friendly are seen as a sign of weakness, and if you possess something “valuable” like good looks, fair skin, or a lot of money, then you are particularly preyed upon.

In India, it’s best to appear rude, abrasive, and unfriendly so as not to get bothered because the people are incredibly nosy. No one minds their own business, and everyone wants to scam you, rip you off, or worse, rape you.

Note that it’s not just women who get sexually assaulted but men too. If you are an attractive fair-skinned man then you will get harassed almost as much. You will be stared at and people will find all the excuses in the world to get your number.

Getting someone’s phone number is seen in Indian culture as a weird “win” for the stalker. They think if they have your phone number, then they can screw you. Heck, some even think that smiling at them or being friendly or kind means that you are romantically interested in them. I blame this on Bollywood and Indian television that make creepy stalking behavior appear romantic.

India is filled with more homo perverts than most of the world, but it’s swept under the rug, and we barely hear about it because India is supposed to be this “conservative, family-oriented, God-fearing” culture. In fact, the more sexually repressed a society is, the more sexually perverse and degenerate it seems to be.

India is not far behind in either way. India is filled with homo sodomites. I myself am scarred by an incident where a disgusting homo propositioned me for sex.

(RL: I would like to add that Shiv’s friends later beat up this man for propositioning Shiv for sex. I’m almost not bothered by that. I remember when Shiv told me, there was a part of me inside of myself that smiled. Gay men shouldn’t go around hitting on straight men. They could at least ask first for Chrissake. If they don’t, they’re asking for it.)

Most Indian male victims of sexual harassment never come forward because they are seen as weak.

Attractive fair-skinned Indian males are similarly fetishized by Indians and sought after. They too get in-boxed with creepy and filthy messages from perverted Indian men.

We have all heard of the mass rapes and atrocities committed by the Indian Army in Kashmir, but most are unaware of the straight male victims of sexual assaults at the hands of faggots in the Indian Army.

Even the Indian Army is filled with faggot sodomites.

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2 thoughts on “Alt Left: Why You Can’t Be A Nice & Friendly Person in India, by Shiv”

  1. I recently read a book called Madonna Swan: A Lakota Woman’s Story. In it, she describes meeting a horrible bitch from India for the first time.

    Some background: Madonna Swan was born on a reservation in South Dakota in the 1920s and survived tremendous hardships. She did a ten year stint in a sanitarium due to tuberculosis, losing her lung in the process. She also suffered a massive stroke which nearly killed her. Through it all, she never stopped dreaming of college. She worked her ass off and in her 40s she was admitted to the University of South Dakota. That’s where she met this horrible bitch from India.

    A few things jump out in the following excerpt. First, notice how arrogant the Hindu is from the moment they meet, bragging how wealthy and important her family is. Also, she has no problem being aggressive and telling this Lakota woman that she doesn’t want her as a roommate. Madonna Swan is under the impression that this is due to her health issues. If she knew more Hindus, she’d know that this is how they all act. In the end, this Hindu brought so much stress into Madonna Swan’s life that it caused her health to deteriorate and she had to drop out of school.

    From the text:

    College: 1974

    I had a chance to go to the University of South Dakota in 1974. I was feeling strong that summer, and I wanted to finish my degree. From the times I had gone to college or taken classes through Head Start, I had accumulated 130 hours of college work. There was even a time in 1973 and 1974 when I had taught Lakota language for the Cheyenne River Community College; but my credits were not organized in a major, so I still had to take classes. I enrolled in the fall and was excited about going to a university. The oxygen bottles I carried to class were small, but still I was able to make most of my classes.

    I had a roommate assigned to me; maybe they picked her for me because we were both “Indians.” Her name was Pramela Rath, and she was from India. She was kind of a strange one, and even though she was darker skinned than I was, she explained that she was from a wealthy family in India, from a good group or whatever. She told me that she did not like having me for a roommate, and that she would see if she could change it.

    I said, “That’s all right with me if you are not happy here with me.” I think maybe my oxygen bottle scared her, or she thought I still had TB.

    There were and are a lot of people who think they can catch disease from those that had TB. I’ve had that experience often, and I suppose it’s the main reason I’m telling all this. Often people won’t drink out of clean glasses at my house or drink from a cup I give them. My sister-in-law won’t let the grandchildren over to my house. That’s one of the things I feared most back in the sanitarium, that I will always have to go through life like a leper. Well, anyway, that’s the way Pramela treated me.

    She didn’t have to put up with me for very long because towards the end of fall semester that winter, the class load and the trouble between me and Pramela took their toll. I got sicker and sicker until I had to leave school. I ended up in the hospital in Yankton. After a while the doctors said I was well enough to go home, but I was not well enough to try college again.

    – Madonna Swan: A Lakota Woman’s Story, by Madonna Swan

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