Jason Voorhees
Say cheese
- Joined
- May 15, 2020
- Posts
- 74,022
- Reputation
- 213,516
My dad and I flew down for some land registry paperwork. We took a flight and then travelled rest of the way through the western ghats to my grandparents place. He said he wanted me to learn from him so I'd know how things are done. It had been two years since I'd seen my grandparents . They had missed both Easter and Christmas so visiting felt overdue.
Their house sits in a pleasant part of village. Full of retired army/navy veterans and other well to do families but just around the corner drops into a slum. Today evening as I was roaming around walking with my grandma. A man in front of a house no bigger than my bedroom in width and just floors stacked on top washing a Mahindra Scorpio N. You see that house in the picture next to the car? That's where they live. For context the model he had was nearly ₹24 lakh (roughly $30,000), the sort of car you expect in a gated society in an upper middle class neighbourhood in the city not in front of this slum area shack.
I asked Grandma what he did. She told me "He is a traffic constable, his wife is a conductor, the kids are an engineer and and his sister's a radiologist. I was like wtf. How did they afford that Scorpio and funded their kid's education.
Then she lowered her voice and added the punchline. every time the village puts up a Ganesh statue for the festival, that family is put in charge of the arrangements and they give the villagers the bare minimum, quietly eat the rest of the money
For context basically during the Ganesh chaturthi a Hindu festival. People collect donations from the entire neighborhood, put up a large statue of Ganesh in the neighborhood and designate a place. Where they offer prayers everyday and sing hymns until they immerse the statue in water signifying giving Ganesh back to the nature.
So these niggas were basically running a buisness getting cheap shit to these villagers who never kept account and ate all the money. They apparently do this every time there's a Hindu festival coming. Every time there's an event. They ask donations and put most of the money in pocket.
The man is also a corrupt police officer. Every time there's someone coming his way. He forcefully stops them asks them for bribe or threatens them with a ticket. Those villagers are too innocent to understand what's happening so they oblige and give him the money
I couldn’t stop laughing and told my grandma Why is it always the crooked ones who seem to win
She shook her head and said No, they aren’t winning anything. God has His own way of settling scores.
Then she told me the rest of the story apparently the man’s son got married recently but it wasn’t an easy match. All the well educated and respectable families in the area knew about their shady dealings so no one wanted to give their daughter's hand in marriage to him. Eventually he married a woman from a a low class troubled background because they were in debt. She was pretty (HMTB btw) so he agreed to get married
At first everything looked fine but after their daughter was born she left him and now lives separately. Their divorce case is still going on.
His sister the radiologist, isn’t doing well either. She’s barely getting clients and And the family as a whole? Their family as a whole is also afraid to move out of the house even though they can because they are afraid of an income tax department raid on their house. Ao they have to hide everything and are restricted to living in that little shithole. Hahaha
Last edited: