It's really very fascinating how crazy this country functions.
It rained recently, breaking down newly bad-built roads and worsening those that had been shitty for years. It's incredibly fascinating to just see how bad the road is in every part of the city. And no one, not the government, not the fuckers using the road themselves, not businesses that suffer from the bad roads, not the residents that need to use these daily with jams and bumps, wants to come up with a solution. Everyone just drives - roads remain in puddles of grimy rainwater from months ago - emitting unbearable stench, causing jams. And everyone acts like they don't notice it.
In fact, people are quite hostile to complainants.
I am witnessing a kind of a novel national psychological phenomenon - a collective adaptation to extreme dysfunction.
More people are asking for deen but borrowing etiquette has evolved: no more pleading or soft words. Now it's all threats.
I swear three different relatives used threatening Mooryaan language today when they needed money. All three were women, kaaga daran. They used to be nice ladies. Fucking good aunties have gone wild.
This is not good.
It rained recently, breaking down newly bad-built roads and worsening those that had been shitty for years. It's incredibly fascinating to just see how bad the road is in every part of the city. And no one, not the government, not the fuckers using the road themselves, not businesses that suffer from the bad roads, not the residents that need to use these daily with jams and bumps, wants to come up with a solution. Everyone just drives - roads remain in puddles of grimy rainwater from months ago - emitting unbearable stench, causing jams. And everyone acts like they don't notice it.
In fact, people are quite hostile to complainants.
I am witnessing a kind of a novel national psychological phenomenon - a collective adaptation to extreme dysfunction.
More people are asking for deen but borrowing etiquette has evolved: no more pleading or soft words. Now it's all threats.
I swear three different relatives used threatening Mooryaan language today when they needed money. All three were women, kaaga daran. They used to be nice ladies. Fucking good aunties have gone wild.
This is not good.