I have to confess, I am simply terrible and learning languages. When God gave people gifts, I didn’t get much in the language department. Thankfully, for now, English tends to be the universal language of the planet – so moving shows around the world was a catch 22. on one hand, it was easy to get the work done with the local culture, customs, and rules. on the other hand, I never really had the time in one country or the intensive day to day work with one particular language to learn one. Instead, I learned how to order black coffee in about 20 languages.
Since I am building out a mushroom farm and various closed environment prototypes for plants and humans…my lack of a proper road kitchen had me find a supermarket that dumps old food for about what it would cost me to make it. Upon checkout, I got to meet a mature woman from Mumbai and she is teaching me some basic words each day in Hindi.
Today I stopped and asked here more about her past, and I was curious about the path from being an expat to her immigrating to the states in the 1990’s and what trials, tribulations and/or really great things she learned about the USA and the cultural differences from India. it is very much like me moving stone cold to Switzerland where it really was difficult to assimilate when the language is simply a spoken dialect of high German.
she replied, “I didn’t have that difficult of a time coming to the states, as I already was taught English in school. but my family doesn’t want to come to the states.”
yes, being the curious one, I asked, “why not?”
“because back home, they have a good business, and servants to take care of everything. it is a bit harder here in that you have to work for everything.”
I smiled and mentioned how odd it was for me to work in countries where there was a caste system. “I thought they outlawed the caste system, much like they did slavery in the USA.” but in a sense, it still lives on in some ways.
“Oh yes, there is a definite caste in India. here in the states, I do like to work, but it would be so nice to go home and have everything taken care of.”
I must have had a momentary pause, and I thought about her statement. “yes, I can see where that would be really nice, but I wager I would get lazy, not be self-sufficient like my father raised me to be, and probably not work as hard on myself in a spiritual way. would i be more productive and selfless, or selfish?"
she smiled, “yes, this can be a danger of having servants and everything is done for you.”
“what do you think about in the next 30-40 years when robots will be plentiful and do many of the tasks that servants do now. what will happen to people? will they become more friendly and social? or will they become more selfish and self-important.”
I don’t think she expected that question, but she smiled and said, “sadly, probably the latter. While I don’t really like the idea that you have to simply work to survive in the united states, there is something good you learn from it.”
With that, I took my pastry treats to feed the Mexican and Guatemalan mechanics with a coffee break down the building. The funny part was I asked the Caucasians if they wanted anything and realized it is the folks that travel and have been outside of one village or state – that get that we are all humans. it is the folks living in one spot that has more issue with that which is different and the idea of change.
that's my two free cent ramble today.