The India Menace - Street shitting, unsanitary practices, scams, Hindu extremism & other things

[quaawaa]

There was a thing last week about some Jeet that had 10-15 different jobs. Someone posted his name on Twitter and replies were coming in left and right with a "wait we just hired him too wtf" sort of deal. Either an AI or H1B or subcontractor scam that fucked up or someone abusing the fuck out of Overemployment.

That story got dropped quick after people started asking questions about how he got interviewed, let alone hired.
It was ethnonepotism.

 

[AssignedEva]

As a twist on Pindia, I tried to find the nicest place in India. Hauz Khas Village is in South Delhi by the giant deer park - it's named after the Hauz Khas complex which was built in the 13th century as a royal palace/mosque/madrassa. "The Village" gets touted quite a bit as the trendiest part of Delhi. It's not on Google Streetview as it seems to be gated off, but I was able to find a couple of photos of it.

It's nicer than a lot of the stuff you see on Pindia, but that's a very low bar. Unrelatedly I found this article from GQ India from 2015 seething about it getting enshittified -

Dear weekend warriors of Hauz Khas Village, Fuck you. And your dad's sportscar with those 24-inch rims that you drove in on. And the sunroof you've been hanging out of like a scarecrow warding away anyone with any taste or self-respect. Fuck your bored, sexually unsatisfied girlfriends, your laxative cocaine, boot-polish charas and low alcohol tolerance, which makes you yourselves highly intolerable, you wreckers of all things good, you so-called people.

Once upon a time - 2009 and a bit of 2010, more or less - we'd come around the back of Aurobindo Market and feel the temperature drop a couple of blessed degrees, hum past a few misted-out Mughal ruins, and in a couple of minutes be ducking under that weird traffic barrier demarcating our own little Narnia from the rest of big, bad, smelly Delhi. In this magic micro-hamlet we would stroll peacefully among the smattering of idiosyncratic antique shops, finding our way to that wonderful restaurant with the superlative appams, the beer in plastic cups and the view of Hauz Khas lake. If we were still able to walk after our gavage of curry and beef fry, we'd stop in at that one rooftop pub for some pints, likely get a bit swervier than was good for us, curse the lack of waiting rickshaws after midnight, but quickly resume appreciation of the quietude, which would sate any of the week's remaining urban malaise.

Yeah, that's all gone now. These days, the concrete carpet to Hauz Khas Village is packed with all you lame-ass douche-kazoos, flailing around like packs of teenage girls at their first Justin Bieber concert, like this is the only place in Delhi where anything approaching fun is possible. Which, to your credit, bros, is completely true. And that's why you're here. We're just saying you're a scourge of misfiring sexual repression, ignoble savages feigning bipedalism by Lacoste, grown men who live in subservient misanthropy with their parents, out on a one-night pass to a world you crave but do not understand. You guys have all the self-awareness of a knot of cane toads. Maybe that's why every time we return to HKV, there are six new bars, each with themes more unintelligible than a faux-Irish Bob Marley karaoke sports pub - because while these bar owners know they want your soggy, flaccid money, they just don't know what you actually want from these blessed places any more than you do.

Well let us tell you want you want: Select Citywalk. You should be with all those other stunted children with borrowed credit cards, where you can sneak out of Khan Chacha for a few ales after you've told the auntie patrol you were off to Baskin Robbins. Go to the mall. Be with your people. We stay away from HKV for a while, mock it, and then try again. But it only ever gets worse. Even after recharging ourselves with the spiritual resolve to make it through Delhi's weekly "Everybody Hurts" traffic jam and into the place, it's never anything less than a world of pain and torment. Upon seeing this rot from afar, no other autonomously governed urban village in Delhi is willing to be the needed agent of social diffusion. Because only sharing the burden would keep this pseudo-Sodom from sinking into the bottom of the lake under its own crap-ness. But Shahpur Jat is having none of this. Lado Sarai has decided art galleries are less hassle. Even Chris Martin didn't want to go anywhere past that weird security barrier, doing his surprise acoustic set at nearby Aurobindo Market - which, the next day, some journalists referred to as Hauz Khas Village, so unable are we to imagine this sort of scene in any other part of Delhi, the un-fun capital of Asia. See you in Mumbai when you figure out Bandra.

I'm guessing this is what passes for Gonzo journalism for GQ India.
Nearby is "Mayfair Gardens Colony", also built around a medieval mosque and allegedly very luxurious, but it's hard to judge because again, there's no streetview.

 

[GamerGateSurvivor]

Uh oh, looks like india might just get a new apex predator.

>In a Richard Attenborough voice

India's apex predator, the train, must come to terms with its limitations. Confined to its railroad tracks, the train can only do so much to hunt its prey. Trains have attempted to leave the tracks in order to pursue its prey...

*Cut to a clip of a train in India derailing, crushing ten thousand people in a tsunami of speeding metal before exploding in a giant fireball*

But such efforts prove to be detrimental.

That is why evolution has provided an answer. The street sweeper has quickly established itself as a keystone species in the Indian ecosystem. Not only does its rotating bristles spread feces to the benefit of the Pajeet, it also serves to control the local Pajeet population...

*Cut to a scene of an Indian shitting in the street while a street sweeper sneaks up on it*

The street sweeper stalks its prey with its bristles spinning at a blistering rate. It strikes by catching the Pajeet's pants in its bristles and pulls it into a set of rotating machinery. As you can see, the street sweeper is a messy eater. What's left of the Pajeet is cast carelessly into the street where stray dogs and crows will fight over who gets to consume its remains.

 

[The Hungry African]

They have a bad gut microbiome, they eat dairy which they cannot digest in huge quantities, drown everything in spices containing a bowel irritant; and barely drink water - which has inflammatory chemicals in it - when they eat. They basically shit their entire intestinal and stomach lining out every time they shart. Awful creatures.

Sounds like they need some "Good Bug". India's number 1 colon gut cleanser. (I discovered this horror show during the Amazon India Challenge.)

Clinically proven to work. (They really do put cumin in everything)

Sulaima says it's a must have. So order yours today @Staticness

LMAO @Staticness has been seething for almost a year now

His top hats are a right of passage at this point.

 

[Gender: Xenomorph]

But mesoamerican tribes never had anything remotely resembling onagers, scorpions, or armored rams, or even watch towers really. I understand using the skins of champions and arbalests for infantry, but at the same time asking me to believe their infantry units would be as effective as armored knights is absurd in a way none of the prior factions were. Really the aztecs shouldn't have been in AOE2 at all, that was a post imperial age vs dark age event.

When the Spanish came, they had an army of 200 and won against an army of 7000

 

[Fortyone]

Poojew gets cut in half by train and is fed cow shit for his last meal.

Spoiler: NSFW

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Reminds me of another train video from India where the guy was cut in half and they pick up his legs and still flailing living torso and Chuck them both in a shitty body bag, same crowd gawking and everything. Just the inhumanity of the whole situation was insane.

Train conductors in India probably kill more "people" than any other profession in other countries.

 

[Tuna Sandwich]

I can't believe just how hard it is to find a single beautiful place in India through Google Maps. I specifically tried out only places that are fully green in satelite view and far from any villages and it still didn't help. Places that are clearly in the wilderness and should be pretty are plagued by the ever present haze that seems to be everywhere. Every color is muted and everything looks like shit. The air itself is poison, this can't be a real country.

 

[Statix_Shark]

>tried to find the nicest place in India
>only good place remaining was built 800 fucking years ago
>it's still a dilapidated ghetto
Such is life.

 

[Waffle Iron]

When the Spanish came, they had an army of 200 and won against an army of 7000

The aztecs were in the middle of a civil war, european diseases were wrecking them and cortez was not fighting a straight up fight. It was like a core of post imperial paladins and hand cannoneers, supported by a wall of man-at-arms fighting feudal/castle age aztecs while god is randomly deleting villagers.

 

[TJT]

If only those were passenger pigeons.

I legitimately have no explanation for the following. Nor have I ever read of an explanation. I also cannot come to a conclusion for this behavior on my own.

In India, specifically the Calcutta region but may have been far reaching. The city maintained hundreds of "halgra." Which would be raised platforms meant to attract pigeons and shit to roost on. They paid some poor shitfarmer to sit under this platform and poke it with long stick periodically. This was meant to agitate the birds so they flew around and made the sky "prettier."

At some point the British told them this was retarded and got them to stop. But the practice was maintained up until at least the 1930s.

It's not something documented on purpose but pretty much any British in the region documenting his travels makes a note of it.

 

[Killing and Eating People]

I want you all to stare at this image for 5 hours, ok?
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[Rome's rightful successor]

Another Pajeet plane hit a college building. But this time it's a muslim pajeet from Bangladesh.
And I'm not making this up but Islam is part of his name.

The pilot, Flight Lieutenant Md. Taukir Islam

 

[Waffle Iron]

In India, specifically the Calcutta region but may have been far reaching. The city maintained hundreds of "halgra." Which would be raised platforms meant to attract pigeons and shit to roost on. They paid some poor shitfarmer to sit under this platform and poke it with long stick periodically. This was meant to agitate the birds so they flew around and made the sky "prettier."

Amazing, they can think of this retarded shit, but they couldn't figure out to give those guys a broom and clean up the streets. Even our resident pajeet thinks this is

 

[Big Brown Schlub]

I currently feel like sperging about Europe's "homegrown" (using the term extremely loosely here) jeets - the gypsies. As you may or may not know (but you should) gyppos are genetically pajeets. They are thought to have arrived from present-day Punjab or Pakistan to Yurop in the 11th century at the earliest. How does almost 1000 years of Yuropean influence translate to gyppo culture? At best some of them are baptized and pretend to be Christian. That's it. It's very reminiscent of how Christianity is practiced in places like Haiti where Jesus is just one of the many deities they pray to along with a weird death goddess and weird voodoo juju shit they practiced back in sub-Saharan Africa. There are some countries where gyppos are less integrated, meaning they pretty much live in their isolated villages with shitty sheet-metal shacks. Then there's ones where they were more integrated, meaning they got put into apartment buildings in big cities or were allowed to build their shanty towns within empty lots.

Where am I going with this? Because I wanna show you how gyppos live TODAY in their own parts of the city in places like Bulgaria. Almost a thousand fucking years and the sights you see in those gypsy slums are virtually indistinguishable from the sights you see after dropping a random pin in Calcutta in Google Maps. Or well, I'm lying, at least there's a marked lack of starving cows walking through the streets. MUH MAJICK DIRT!!!

 

[Return of the Freaker]

I currently feel like sperging about Europe's "homegrown" (using the term extremely loosely here) jeets - the gypsies. As you may or may not know (but you should) gyppos are genetically pajeets. They are thought to have arrived from present-day Punjab or Pakistan to Yurop in the 11th century at the earliest. How does almost 1000 years of Yuropean influence translate to gyppo culture? At best some of them are baptized and pretend to be Christian. That's it. It's very reminiscent of how Christianity is practiced in places like Haiti where Jesus is just one of the many deities they pray to along with a weird death goddess and weird voodoo juju shit they practiced back in sub-Saharan Africa. There are some countries where gyppos are less integrated, meaning they pretty much live in their isolated villages with shitty sheet-metal shacks. Then there's ones where they were more integrated, meaning they got put into apartment buildings in big cities or were allowed to build their shanty towns within empty lots.

Where am I going with this? Because I wanna show you how gyppos live TODAY in their own parts of the city in places like Bulgaria. Almost a thousand fucking years and the sights you see in those gypsy slums are virtually indistinguishable from the sights you see after dropping a random pin in Calcutta in Google Maps. Or well, I'm lying, at least there's a marked lack of starving cows walking through the streets. MUH MAJICK DIRT!!!

And also like Jeets back in India, gyppos are very rape happy, but I'm not aware of them gang raping. Instead, the gyppo "national" sport is grabing and violating preteen girls at gyppo weddings, and then when they're 12 and pregnant, turning that into another wedding and starting all over!

 

[Big Brown Schlub]

And also like Jeets back in India, gyppos are very rape happy, but I'm not aware of them gang raping. Instead, the gyppo "national" sport is grabing and violating preteen girls at gyppo weddings, and then when they're 12 and pregnant, turning that into another wedding and starting all over!

You reminded me of another big difference in the gyppo and the jeet. The jeets, despite having a massive imbalance of men and women in favor of men, still have dowry, when traditionally and historically in places around the world with excess males the culture usually shifts to the groom paying the bride's family instead, which is called the bride price. Gypsies take this term literally. The only gypsy bride markets that are publicly known of are the ones in Bulgaria but a gypsy purchasing an underage gypsy girl, who is often a preteen, is quite common in every part of Yurop they infest.

 

[Congo Dandy]

The aztecs were in the middle of a civil war, european diseases were wrecking them and cortez was not fighting a straight up fight. It was like a core of post imperial paladins and hand cannoneers, supported by a wall of man-at-arms fighting feudal/castle age aztecs while god is randomly deleting villagers.

In addition to that, several different native tribes who were oppressed by their Aztec rulers allied with Cortez.

The Aztecs also didn't have any metal arms or equipment. Their obsidian weapons would instantly shatter against the conquistador's plate metal armor. Best they could do is cut the legs off of a horse if they managed to get close enough with a macuahuitl which was basically a wooden cricket bat embedded with several obsidian edges.

 

[Waffle Iron]

In addition to that, several different native tribes who were oppressed by their Aztec rulers allied with Cortez.

The macuahuitl could destroy a horse's neck with a solid hit. There was also the knowledge imbalance. Cortez knew he was trying to conquer the region, while the Aztecs had no idea who the Spaniard were, what their plan was, and where they're from.
The entire thing is a bit silly. There are huge time distortions and people that never evolved to fight each other fighting each other in regions they never were never in. Civs are just groups of people from a certain timeframe that have some of their most well-known achievements translated into civ buffs and a techtree.

TT:

 

[Judge Holden]

As a twist on Pindia, I tried to find the nicest place in India.

By most estimates this would be Kerala. I mentioned this before but of all india it is the closest I have found to just basic third world standards like you would see in the Philippines or some rougher parts of Mexico or South America. Stat wise it towers above the rest of the country in HDI/literacy/life expectancy and also notably has the least overpopulation.

It also has had the long term blessing of being a historical maritime trading hub for the subcontinent which kept it interconnected with non jeet locales and non jeet merchants became powerful bignigs in their own right and thus they were able to peer pressure/bribe the region into being less shitty long term without causing the damage seen in military conquests further north which wound up further shitting up the subcontinent. It was and is also shielded by a bigass mountain range which further reinforced the worst excesses of jeet society being removed and enormously less depraved and cringe ideas and standards of the arab and eventually european merchant class being allowed to spread develop just enough so that in the modern epoch it is genuinely difficult to even come close to winning Pindia Bingo even if individual elements are present.

I mean I still would not go there even if you paid me but I will grant them that they serve a valuable role in my existential contempt for pajeets as proof the fecal depravity, squalor, and retardation they exemplify is entirely down to the choices of pajeets. They have the capacity to be less fucking disgusting and pathetic, but 99% of them simply scream NO SAAAAAAR INDIA ALREADY PERFECT SAAAAR WE INVENT EVERYTHING SAAAAAR

 

[quaawaa]

As a twist on Pindia, I tried to find the nicest place in India

The answer is the foreign embassies in New Delhi (inside the compounds, the outside still looks like shit) and the outsourcing hubs in Bangalore and Hyderabad where everything is built and managed by Western megacorps (just don’t turn the camera 180 degrees).