We love India, not that we have too many options. We are surrounded mostly by Indian soil with the tiny exception of Myanmar at the south east and Bay of Bengal on the south. When you have a behemoth as a neighbor, all you can do is pretend to love him and pray that he returns the favor. If he doesn’t – well, there is not much you can do about it.
Lets venture into the lives of a typical Bangladeshi family. By typical, of course I mean a generalized version, so if you are in anyway offended by it – live with it, there is nothing I can do. They say the truth is always bitter. Anyways, a guy wakes up, goes to the toilet and brushes his teeth with Indian toothpaste. Then he has a breakfast, which is probably prepared in Indian utensils. And there is also a high possibility that the stuff he is eating is some delicacies from an Indian cooking show.
See the little blank space on the right? That’s us!
He heads to the bus station and rides a bus imported from India and heads to his workplace. This is I know for a fact, as many of our buses are of TATA company. He might be unfortunate enough to work under an Indian supervisor. So he kills his time… err… works until lunch and heads to the cafeteria only to have rice with meat, preferably of Indian cow.
In the evening, he may attend some social gathering with his better half where almost everyone is dressed up in Indian influenced clothing (specially the ladies). He returns home late at the evening and watches some cricket match in some Indian sports channel. If he is unlucky he has to watch those crappy Hindi daily soaps with his wife. Then he doses off to sleep murmuring to himself…”Damn, India, they are killing us!”
