Kirkar, a writer and psychoanalyst, once said, "If there were enough rockets and spaceships in the world, I dare say the first big space wedding would have been an Indian." This is not to be on par with the neighbors, but to do better than the neighbors, to make the neighbors rub their chests. "Indian weddings are a mix of luxury and tradition, with a sparkle of opulence and the simplicity of ancient traditions. In fact, not only weddings, but also private receptions and banquets are also ways for India's wealthy to show their status and wealth. As a veteran family in New Delhi, the banquets held by Patera's family are naturally of a high grade.

Little Card thought that his vision was not low, but when he walked into Amisha's birthday banquet venue, he couldn't help but be stunned, where is this hotel banquet hall, is it an ancient Indian palace, thinking of this, he still can't help but be a little depressed, such a good hotel, he actually didn't let him live in before, if he hadn't been invited by Amisha today, then it wasn't certain whether he could get in.

When he was stunned, Amisha, who was standing at the door to greet the guests, greeted him warmly, "Hello, Card, welcome to my birthday party, I hope you can have fun tonight." ”

It was only then that Kade noticed the amoisa in full costume, and he found it particularly charming to wear the traditional Indian sari and dress it carefully, so he complimented, "Amisha, you are so beautiful tonight." As he spoke, he stepped forward and opened his arms, wanting to hug Amisa.

However, old Patella, who had been staring at him all the time, blocked it with a cold face, and then said: "Mr. Card, this is India, and the etiquette of the Americans does not apply here. ”

Although he knew that old Patera was Amisha's grandfather, the interrupted little card was still very unhappy, so he defended: "I'm sorry for this gentleman, I'm Indian." ”

Old Patera snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, if you were really an Indian, you wouldn't be able to enter this door at all." ”

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Amisha hurriedly dissuaded: "Okay, okay, you all don't have to say a word, Card, you go in first and have a drink, the banquet will start at six o'clock!" ”

So little Cad had to walk in stupidly, but what happened next made him even more depressed, he found that no matter how enthusiastic and active he was, no one clinked glasses with him, talked to him, as if he was a disaster, everyone hid away from him, and no one even touched a piece of dim sum and that plate of dim sum again.

Just when little Card was depressed, a tall young man with a delicate face suddenly walked over, raised his wine glass and greeted, "Hello, you are Mr. Card, right?" ”

Kader was very puzzled, he didn't seem to know this guy, so how did he know his name, so he asked curiously, "Hello, this gentleman, I'm Kade, uh, where have we met?" ”

The young man shook his head and said, "No, I haven't seen you, I've only heard of your name and identity." ”

"Oh? So how did you recognize me? Little Card asked.

The young man smiled and explained, "It's too easy, because you're the only one in this room, a guest from a listed caste, so I found you at a glance." (Scheduled caste was the British colonial term for a pariah in India in 1935, and it continued to be used after India's independence, although it is not fundamentally different, but it sounds relatively nice.)

Little Card nodded a little depressedly and said, "Well, okay, you're right, I'm the only one who is isolated in the entire venue now, so it must be very easy to find." But I still don't understand, everyone has similar physical characteristics, so how did you find out that I am a Scheduled Caste? ”

The young man pondered for a moment, then replied, "Mr. Carder, you have certainly not lived in India, and if you have been raised in India since you were a child, it is almost an instinct to distinguish between a person's caste, especially a man's, and it only takes a second to look at it. Of course, people like you, who have lived abroad since childhood, are a little more difficult to judge, but it only takes a few more seconds to tell. One of the easiest ways to do this is to look at the Holy Line. ”

As he spoke, the young man shook the coil on his wrist made of three strands of thin thread and said, "I think you must know the caste system in India, right?" Men of the upper castes are born with the ritual of wearing holy threads, so those with coils are of the upper castes and those without coils are of the lower castes. Then the specific caste class is distinguished by the material of the coils, the coils of the Vaishyas are wool, the Kshatriyas are flax, and the Brahmins are cotton. ”

Little Card carefully identified the coil in the young man's hand, and then asked with some uncertainty, "Then you are cotton thread?" Does that mean you're a Brahmin? ”

The young man nodded and said, "Well, that's right, you are right, don't you judge it by looking at this?" ”

"Thank you for your advice, by the way, after chatting for so long, I don't know your name, it's really rude!" Little Card asked apologetically.

"My name is Shakru Pandit, and it's a pleasure to meet you!" The young man replied with a slight smile.

"Shakru-Pandit? It's a familiar name, I think I've heard it somewhere, and I've heard it more than once. After thinking about it for a long time, little Card suddenly remembered, and suddenly exclaimed: "You are Shakru - Pandiet, the Shakru brother in Amisha's mouth, her boyfriend, my rival in love?" ”

Shakru nodded and said, "That's right, I'm Amisha's boyfriend, but I don't recognize you as my rival, because you don't have the qualifications to be a rival!" ”

Hearing this, little Kad was immediately furious: "Mr. Pandit, your words are too insulting, as long as Amisha is not married, then anyone has the right to pursue her." ”

"Yes, it's true that anyone can pursue her, but the problem is that you don't have any chance of success, so how can you be my rival?"

"You just knew Amisha before me, otherwise the person who is by her side now must be me and not you!"

"NO, NO, NO, EVEN IF YOU KNEW AMISHA BEFORE ME, YOU WOULD NEVER SUCCEED, BECAUSE AMISHA IS AN INDIAN GIRL, AND A HIGH-CASTE GIRL, AND YOU, WHO WERE BORN IN DALITS, WERE DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE BEGINNING AND CAN NEVER CHANGE!" (To be continued.) )